So... thank goodness it is Sunday the end, or the start, of a new week and what a week it has been. Freddy Bear went back outside on Wednesday, after escaping earlier in the week due to the cat flap batteries dying. After his recapture he became very miserable, looking out of the window with that forlorn look of a cat whose cream had soured so we decided that he could be 're-programmed' into the cat flap and let out. Here he is in the sunshine on top of my studio this morning, having climbed up the tree to get there. That dodgy dislocated hip/leg isn't holding him back too much at all. (Excuse all the old tyres on the roof it is because my studio roof is leaking and my daughter's boyfriend very kindly put a tarpauline on it over Christmas but as the wood is rotten he put the tyres on to stop it all blowing away...let's face it we had a fair few of those knocking around anyway!) There is currently a campaign underway to have a new studio and there is even talk of garage conversion... watch this space...
So our Bear is back out in the sunshine terrorizing the local wildlife. In three days, it was late Wednesday he went out as he is a night prowler by habit: we had had a mouse move in to the kitchen, he did reside under the cupboards for a couple of days until he was moved on... eaten... A dead shrew was found at the bottom of the stairs complete with large mouthfuls of vegetation and last night I spent half an hour chasing Miss 'Mudge and Freddy Bear around the downstairs trying to get them and the poor squeaking mouse in someone's jaws back outside only for them to bring it back in, dead, and eat it in the kitchen spreading the entrails a fair distance! All I can say is 'at least my cats share'.
In other news....
Iz is back on her paws and doing well. I am back in my bed, 3 nights and counting, the feeling of lying down on a nice mattress after spending 6 nights on the sofa just can not be beaten. We have managed to get Iz up the stairs, blocking it off at the top for safety reasons and in the morning we have perfected the 'controlled fall' as she slithers to the bottom with me in front guiding her movements... all except this morning because she thought she could do it quicker on her own and it turns out she can but my training of going down on ones stomach has proved worth its weight in gold and we are not calling out the vet for broken limbs.
My alcohol consumption has gone up, at first it was to numb the pain of sleeping on the sofa but now it is because this lot are driving me to drink!
Here is to next week and all she brings!
