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He’s on the stairs, sleeping. He’s just home from the vets. He’s got an abscess below his eye and it burst while he was at the vets. I’ve got antibiotics to give him for the next few days. It will be difficult because he doesn’t like having big tablets, he doesn’t like them crushed in food, so we will try with a syringe and a little bit of water again. He hates having his eye wiped, I want to get in there and bathe it but he struggles and fights back, poor cat.
Age and health can go hand in hand, your body can start to get wear out. Things don’t work as well as they used to. My hubby hasn’t been well for a few days. He usually throws things off, but he’s not right at the moment. I’m not going to describe his symptoms and I’m not going to Dr Google to see what it says. I think a trip to the doctors is the right thing to do. Fingers crossed it’s a passing thing and it won’t be long till he’s better.
I know I’m being hypervigilant, but after the robbery a couple of weeks ago my sleep patterns are really disrupted. I still haven’t gone back to bed upstairs, I feel like a security guard, watching for movements. I thought I saw someone running along the alleyway next to our garden tonight. It worried me and we went out to look.
In the meantime my hubby has been ill for a few days and I need to make sure he’s OK. I don’t know if he’s still shocked by the robbery and he’s worked hard to secure the boundary hedge. Yesterday we were putting in spikey plants. He’s getting on and he’s probably overdoing things. Life is a pain sometimes. I just want us to feel safe again.
When it comes to relaxed
Cats do it best
They can flop in a heap
Sleep in a ball.
Find a new box
And make it home!
Twisted and turned
Twizzled and whorled and whirled,
See how they sleep
Not always neat
But really deep!
Another #bandofsketchers catch up. Prompt was vehicle. Digital drawing, in Artrage app. I’m up late because someone was in the garden. We rang the police and they are trying to catch them. Can’t sleep so drew a green car.
You can take a cat to a box but you can’t make it lie in one. I tickled his tummy risking my fingers, (his claws come out if you are not gentle). The paradox of cats, no wonder Shrodinger chose them as an example. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to be in the box?
One of the other cats takes up half the space I want to sleep in, he is double the size of this one so he’s difficult to shift when he’s asleep. He can’t even fit in the box I think.
Morning all, I just woke up and my cat decided to say hello. He puts his paw out to greet me and I stroke it, he is very sweet, it’s almost turned into a ritual as I’m still sleeping on the settee which I think he sees as his territory. I might go back to sleep, I woke up cold and shivering in the night, the temperature is definitely becoming autumnal.
Nothing helped last night, counting backwards, trying breathing techniques, listening to the radio on very quietly. I couldn’t get comfortable, the bed cover was wrinkled, I kept getting cramp.
I’m surrounded by three cats, one on an armchair, one on the settee, which was getting in the way of my legs, one on the cat tree. I just realised they are being supportive. I know it sounds strange, but they have become much more attentive since my injury.
I’m going to make a warm decaff coffee and try and sleep…
And yet I’m just listening to the awful news about the flooding in Libya and the Earthquake in Morocco. My problem is nothing compared with that. The world is a cruel place.
One of the problems with sleeping on the sofa… It’s already occupied!
My feet are at this end and the cat thinks it’s great to get in the way. He likes to snuggle in the corner. I added the knitted reindeer for scale. He’s a big cat!
How are you feeling right now?
I tried to draw a cat yawning, which made me realise how tired I am at the moment.
If I were a cat I’d have yawned and fallen asleep by now. But I’m doing things, I’ve just eaten my evening meal, and I’m going to be doing things till well after midnight.
But cats have more sense. They come in when they are hungry or cold. They curl up on your lap, or in a little quiet place, a cat bed, or a chair, and then they get up and go out when they have rested. I read somewhere that cats sleep for up to 16 hours a day? I get by on barely 5 usually. Sometimes I’ll catch up. But these last few weeks have tired me out. I realise sleeping on the settee doesn’t help, but I still can’t climb stairs. I wish I could trans(mogg)rify into a cat! I’d get all the rest I need.
Mallaband-Brown