Now it’s just me and the cat. A restful day as planned, up here by the sea. I didn’t even pay for Bergies parking until half eleven but thankfully no inspection early on a Tuesday up this way.
She had me up at half five to make her soup, but then I was right back down and asleep until eleven. Then she came in again demanding treats, and she got her medicine. It’s a learning experience, squeezing two syringes of goop into an attack cat. I tend to sleep naked when it’s hot and almost came a cropper as a result. When she wants to she can FLY. Lou almost always has a few scratches or bite marks, but today I found it easier than usual, mostly because I was more confident. Animal trainers usually say that the bulk of the work is in training the owner. I see that. When I’m not confident she can sense it and she worries. No foam at the mouth this time, and it all went in her mouth which is a turn up for the books. She got her treats.
I didn’t want to go anywhere, so we sat and looked at each other. Eventually I went and lay down for a siesta and that’s when she woke me up with the most unbelievable hairball. It was the length of her aesophagus, just solid hair. Poor thing was quivering with the strain of it. I cleaned it up and sat with her a while. Hairy cat in summer – I’m gonna need to get stuck in with a brush.
Evening bath and then we sat and read together. Neither of us feeling adventurous today, and the weather wasn’t good enough to make me feel I’d missed something.
Now I’m in bed. She’s next door. She’ll wait until I’m sleeping and then walk over my feet. It’ll just be she and I for a few days now. Maybe I’ll learn to speak cat. She’s trying to teach me. She ain’t a lap cat, but within her boundaries she’s a poppet.
AlBarclay 