Back again!

Posted on July 23, 2024July 23, 2024 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged abscess, Black and white cat, came back, Cat, getting better, Gone, Injured, Tuxedo cat1 Comment

After 17 hours sleep yesterday my cat asked to be let out. He won’t use a litter tray so I had no choice. That was late last night. By lunchtime today he hadn’t come back so I went looking for him again. I called in the local vets and rang two more practices up. No sign.

Tonight as the sun started to set he sauntered in. He’s currently asleep in my armchair and I’m relegated to the one next to him. But I don’t care! He’s back again and I don’t have to post him missing again! The relief is so great. He’s like a lost lamb returned. I can’t tell you how much better I feel. And his abscess is looking a lot better too!

Old cat

Posted on January 19, 2024 Posted in Cat, Fine Art, Memories, UncategorizedTagged Accident, Black and white cat, Cat, Facebook memories, Flowers, Injured, memory life, Portrait, Tuxedo cat2 Comments

Twelve years ago, another cat we took in as a stray. He wasn’t microchipped. He was going in a local shop and climbing on their shelves, they didn’t like it so we took him in…. He used to sit in the middle of the road waiting for me to come home. Sadly he was injured by a car and had to have an operation to save his leg. He recovered but a year later he was knocked over again. I was so sad to lose him. I think he was the silliest cat I ever met. I even used to draw cartoons of him having adventures. Climbing trees, balancing on fences, stealing steaks!

Foods ‘interesting’

Posted on August 4, 2023 Posted in UncategorizedTagged ankle, Cooking, Eating, Food, Foot, Hubby, Injured, Learning, Microwave, Shopping, TimeLeave a comment

I can’t get in the kitchen to cook meals, my ankle won’t take my weight and I can’t stand to stir things. So my hubby has had to discover the microwave and things other than boiled eggs (which he can do). He assumed a frozen potato and a chilled cornish pastie would take the same time to heat in the microwave on the same plate….

I pointed out that he should look on the packaging. Tea is a bit bland and boring, but at least it’s safe. My hubby can’t hear the alarm on the cooker that tells you the food has been in for it’s cooking time…

But very kindly, a friend came and did some shopping for us. Hubby doesn’t always get things that are on the list. He substitutes things like natural yoghurt for fruit yoghurt (probably healthier) or will buy three bunches of grapes and five tins of tomatoes instead of one. It’s not wrong, but I don’t have the cupboard space. BUT he’s learning, making decisions, working things out. And I am truly thankful.

Quorn tied to my leg

Posted on September 19, 2021 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Burslem port, calf muscle, Help, Hurt, Injured, Oatcake boat, Pulled muscle?, Walking4 Comments

Pulled my calf muscle trying to walk up a grassy slope while I was out singing at Burslem Port. I had a lift on Kay and Steve’s oatcake boat along the canal to Hanley then was driven home by Mark in our car. Richard, Mark and Ivan all helped me get about. Thanks to Kate, Greg, the staff and volunteers at Burslem. Everybody else for looking after me. I will have to try and get Roberts walking stick back to him. I’ve found stepping sideways is easier than trying to go forwards. I think upstairs is out of bounds at the moment. I hope I will be able to get around again and start walking in a few days. Glad I avoided an ambulance and A&E! Photo is a bag of frozen quorn tied against my calf muscle!

When you’re hurt…

Posted on January 21, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged depressed, Grey, Hurt, Injured, Life, Pain, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Time, TiredLeave a comment

Everything feels grey.

Pain enfold you,

sucks you in

imobilises you..

The world is small

your house is a cocoon,

hiding your body from the world.

Turning your face from the sun,

learning not to want

not to care,

not to bother,

feeling sore

feeling fed up,

being annoyed by everything.

Not knowing how to escape,

mind tied down

like Gulliver

but unable to travel,

finding no way out

in a hole

deep

lost.

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Injured