Fing went to the vets today.
He has been pissing, more than usual, on bags and soft furnishings. Dear god, last weekend he peed on the sockets.
I was a little bit concerned about his urination so took him to the vets, where they examined his small feline body and announced that his kidneys and bladder did not seem swollen and that there was no temperature to be had.
They asked if there had been change in his life, or a new cat on the scene, and said that he was probably just stressed.
The vet told me that cats find the smell of electrics soothing and that he was probably looking for comfort as he fused the house.
I don't know if there's an answer to this problem, but i'm planning to hang up my bags, hide my shoes in the loft and cover the plug sockets in masking tape.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Jamies Italian
Trotter and Fing have just returned from a slap up meal at Jamie's Italian.
They were invited originally to Jamie's birthday party by Fings good friend Dexter Fletcher, but Fing thought the noise and bustle and the glut of b list celebrities might prove too much for poor Trotters addled mind.
So Fing accepted a free meal on the Thursday night on their behalf instead.
Fing buffed himself up and brushed his fur and carefully tied a small bow tie around Trotters shabby neck before the walk into town.
The new restaurant was packed, and Trotter and Fing were led to a well placed table for two in the middle of the floor.
Fing ordered a peach Bellini and Trotter had a small stout with a cherry garnish.
The menu was exhaustive, and spoilt for choice Fing opted for squid as a starter while Trotter had the meat platter.
The starters were exemplary and the mains did not disappoint, Fing had king prawns slit in 2 with half a garlic and chili dressing with a small green salad while Trotter opted for a well done steak and chips.
To think it was only training week! The service was outstanding and the food to die for.
There was only one small mishap towards the end of the night when Trotter pissed up the leg of a pensioner on the way out.Disaster was averted when Fing blamed one of the waitresses and wispered 'You can't get the staff' as he sidled past, all beige fur and attitude.
Trotters is glad to be home. He hadn't felt comfortable in his bow tie and had had to take it off on the way home as it was making his neck ache.
So thank you to Dexter Fletcher and To Jamie Oliver for a perfectly splendid evening.
They were invited originally to Jamie's birthday party by Fings good friend Dexter Fletcher, but Fing thought the noise and bustle and the glut of b list celebrities might prove too much for poor Trotters addled mind.
So Fing accepted a free meal on the Thursday night on their behalf instead.
Fing buffed himself up and brushed his fur and carefully tied a small bow tie around Trotters shabby neck before the walk into town.
The new restaurant was packed, and Trotter and Fing were led to a well placed table for two in the middle of the floor.
Fing ordered a peach Bellini and Trotter had a small stout with a cherry garnish.
The menu was exhaustive, and spoilt for choice Fing opted for squid as a starter while Trotter had the meat platter.
The starters were exemplary and the mains did not disappoint, Fing had king prawns slit in 2 with half a garlic and chili dressing with a small green salad while Trotter opted for a well done steak and chips.
To think it was only training week! The service was outstanding and the food to die for.
There was only one small mishap towards the end of the night when Trotter pissed up the leg of a pensioner on the way out.Disaster was averted when Fing blamed one of the waitresses and wispered 'You can't get the staff' as he sidled past, all beige fur and attitude.
Trotters is glad to be home. He hadn't felt comfortable in his bow tie and had had to take it off on the way home as it was making his neck ache.
So thank you to Dexter Fletcher and To Jamie Oliver for a perfectly splendid evening.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
saturdAY
Tomorrow is Saturday and my brother and niece are descending upong us.
I've been eating feta cheese and mixed peppers that my good friends Dean and Milan made for me.
God alone knows what tomorrow may bring.
I've been eating feta cheese and mixed peppers that my good friends Dean and Milan made for me.
God alone knows what tomorrow may bring.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Gardening
It was a happy weekend for Martha who visited several garden centres and purchased new pots and bedding plants and compost.
Her first visit was on Saturday when Filipa took Martha to Homebase and Wyevale. She purchased Bizzie Lizzies a tomato plant and five small Ghost Koi for the pond.
Unfortunately Kiri, Kiri, Kiri, The Orphan, Mute Boy and myself had been up all night tripping the light fantastic and as a result had lost the use of most of our limbs and were blatantly incoherent.
So when the troop departed and Martha got me out into the garden I was neither use nor ornament. Every time she sent me into the house to do something I forgot what I was doing and would appear half an hour later with completely the wrong thing.
When Martha gave me the bag of Ghost Koi it appeared to have nothing in it, but I thought that was a by product of the night before, so I just poured the water in and said nothing. I'm not sure if there was anything actually in there because we havent seen them since.
Ironically he who should have been most hindrance turned out to be the most help.
Trotter escaped into the garden due to one of my aimless meanderings and rushed full of deranged excitement towards the new bag of compost, only to be suddenly distracted by a bag of bizzie lizzies instead. The boy pounced. I had him by the collar while Martha wrestled with the bag, we wrestled and Trotter tugged.
All of a sudden the little plants popped, one by one, out of their plastic container and I fell over backwards with Trotter.
Martha said I was bloody useless and sent me to bed, and gave Trotter a pat on the head to thank him for getting the notoriously difficult to remove plants from the container.
Her first visit was on Saturday when Filipa took Martha to Homebase and Wyevale. She purchased Bizzie Lizzies a tomato plant and five small Ghost Koi for the pond.
Unfortunately Kiri, Kiri, Kiri, The Orphan, Mute Boy and myself had been up all night tripping the light fantastic and as a result had lost the use of most of our limbs and were blatantly incoherent.
So when the troop departed and Martha got me out into the garden I was neither use nor ornament. Every time she sent me into the house to do something I forgot what I was doing and would appear half an hour later with completely the wrong thing.
When Martha gave me the bag of Ghost Koi it appeared to have nothing in it, but I thought that was a by product of the night before, so I just poured the water in and said nothing. I'm not sure if there was anything actually in there because we havent seen them since.
Ironically he who should have been most hindrance turned out to be the most help.
Trotter escaped into the garden due to one of my aimless meanderings and rushed full of deranged excitement towards the new bag of compost, only to be suddenly distracted by a bag of bizzie lizzies instead. The boy pounced. I had him by the collar while Martha wrestled with the bag, we wrestled and Trotter tugged.
All of a sudden the little plants popped, one by one, out of their plastic container and I fell over backwards with Trotter.
Martha said I was bloody useless and sent me to bed, and gave Trotter a pat on the head to thank him for getting the notoriously difficult to remove plants from the container.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
hello
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Daniel is the dj.(orphan)
Andi is upstairs.+O(this shoulode=q==
Phill.
My Boy Fing.
Kiri,Kiri, Kiri+O(ki=oeloloy+O)+O =OMU+OT+OE boy mute boy
and me X (+EEE++)
its beyond me
And here is vladimir fishcake the 3rd
Daniel is the dj.(orphan)
Andi is upstairs.+O(this shoulode=q==
Phill.
My Boy Fing.
Kiri,Kiri, Kiri+O(ki=oeloloy+O)+O =OMU+OT+OE boy mute boy
and me X (+EEE++)
its beyond me
And here is vladimir fishcake the 3rd
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