Re: dear diary...
- From: Bettina <textwell@xxxxxx>
- Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 07:20:18 -0700 (PDT)
On 28 Jun., 01:15, Jack Campin - bogus address
<bo...@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
A day in the life, with six cats...
5.00am: vaguely wake up as Marion goes out to work a ridiculously early
morning shift for the second day running this week.
5.45am: woken by a godawful series of crashes and bangs all over the
house, finally centring on the bathroom. Find Ollie and
Courtney attempting to simultaneously catch a large brown
bird they've brought in through the catflap while preventing
their mother Marblecake and adoptive father Splodge from
getting a bite. Throw two very determined kittens out of the
bathroom, locate my key for the security latch, go back into
the bathroom followed by two kittens, throw kittens out of
the bathroom again, unlatch and open the window so the bird
can fly out, emerge from bathroom fighting off two kittens
and their parents attempting to get back in, go back to bed.
6.00am: respond to another series of crashes and bangs, again from the
bathroom. Discover that the bird is still hiding behind the
toilet and the kittens have gone out through the catflap and
jumped back in through the bathroom window, scattering a
shelfload of toiletries everywhere. Attempt to catch the
bird, which ends up as a silent-movie chase with me and the
kittens all after the bird. I grab a Palestinian scarf I have
covering up some stacked pictureframes and finally manage to
net the bird in it at the front door. Emerge from front door
stark naked shooing the kittens back inside, unwrap the bird
on the path, see that it still seems mobile enough to make a
getaway, and go back to bed.
6.30am: woken by an appalling pong to find Chloe has had diarrhoea
under the bedroom window. Clean it up, then when going back
find out that another cat (probably Ishtar) has peed in the
hallway. Throw an old newspaper over it to soak it up and
go back to bed. Feed the cats, which means shutting Ishtar
in the bathroom as she gets different food. Go back to bed.
7.00am: woken by Ishtar meowing that she's had her breakfast and can
she get out please. Let her out and go back to bed. Manage
to sleep this time.
11.00am: get up (I don't work Fridays). Make coffee (a process which
always involves Splodge demanding a cuddle) and read email
(doing this without Splodge on my lap is unheard-of).
Afternoon: clean up cat pee. Change both inside and outside litter
trays. Get dinner started. Marion comes back home and
immediately notices that my shoes (in the hallway) have
been puked on. Clean that up, but while I'm doing it Ishtar
decides to throw up. I manage to interrupt her and get her
to finish outside. Clean it up. Step in some more cat
puke in my socks.
Just now: feed the cats. This involves giving Ishtar her special
food again, in the bathroom. Ollie charges in and won't
take no for an answer. When I pick him up to put him in
the hallway, he grips the bathmat in his claws like grim
death so I have to drop both kitten and bathmat together
outside the door. I don't think any of them have puked
on the bathmat yet.
To Do: pick up the cotton buds that either the bird or the kittens
knocked off the bathroom window shelf. Wash socks. Also the
bedroom rug that Chloe had diarrhoea on yesterday, and my
trousers and Marion's underwear, both of which Ishtar peed on
the night before that.
I do love my furries.
==== j a c k at c a m p i n . m e . u k === <http://www.campin.me.uk> ====
Jack Campin, 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland == mob 07800 739 557
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Yep - that sounds familiar. Nice day. <g>
There seem to be days were all of them either puke, have the runs or
bring in animals to chase.
Or get into fights that one has to part them.
Fortunately not all days are like this.
I am so happy that I am not the only one with days like that.
One couldn`t tell these stories to "normal" people. We as catpeople
have lost the squeamishness regarding
the cleaning up of puke or worse. But I never ever would tell my
relatives or other people who are not my way <g>
that I frequently have to clean up stuff like that.
And - ah what a well known picture - stepping into cat-puke. <vbg>
Liked your story of your day. Feels so familiar.
Bettina
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