Odds and sods
I've been shopping with my mum, and then the Boy came round. He isn't well, and was suffering from an acute case of antsinthepantsitis. You can tell when he is poorly (apart from thje temperature) because he gets this funny raised rash on his right cheek. He has always had that - weird.
I bought the cats some more toys today. Well, bowls really. The bowls have some toys stuffed inside them, but the toy I wanted was a white furry mice. I bought a bowl a while back, and that mouse is the case of multiple fights a day. Harvey thinks it is his, the others disagree, and much growling, spitting, chasing and all out fur fights result. The mouse is holding up very well, but my nerves are fraying.
So being a good pet slave, I went and bought another two bowls to get the mice. I have phoned the manufacturers up to find out whether I could buy the damn mouse separately. They laughed politely and told me no. So we have a growing collection of cat bowls. When I left them downstairs, each cat was growling at their own mouse. Five minutes later, and Harvey is sitting on all three mice. I should have known.
Frankie stole my earplugs again whilst I was out. But no, just filching the box and chewing them isn't enough - that challenge has been mastered. So to spice things up, he removed my bedside shelf. And managed to push it off of the loft bed to land on the floor. There were books, pills, earplugs and tissues everywhere (because in true feline fashion he shredded all the tissues when he tipped the box over - I keep it upside down for that reason!), and a missing shelf.
I know it was him. Not through a guilty face - Frankie just looks inscrutable most of the time, but because he is the only one who has ever tried to climb onto that shelf. I'm guessing his rather large behind proved too much for the shelf and it tipped over. He has lost weight, but he is still a mutant sized boy. He makes Harvey look like a dwarf cat, and Harvey is average sized (if not an average cat in any other way).
I have a little confession. I can't stop picking at scabs.
I tore my finger open a few days ago on the heating unit - ok I actually punched it in a fit of (freezing cold) temper, and it is a really deep scab. And icky.
And I can't stop picking at it. Half has come off (and it was ready) but the rest is deep and infected and doesn't want to come off. But do you think I can stop myself? Can I bollocks? It is irresistable. I tried putting on a plaster, but I know it is under there, and I keep thinking I can clean it out if the greeny scab comes off. I'm sick. Not to mention in pain, because I just pulled too hard and ripped it off!
I think I am going to clean and cover the damn thing. Otherwise it will never heal.
posted by DMouse007 @ 1/02/2004 03:46:00 PM
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