Poor lil Charlotte: only 7 weeks old (or so we’re led to believe, but she really is rather small) and we treated her for fleas and worms for the first time at the weekend. Most pet-owners will know the somewhat gruseome after-effects of a worming treatment so I’ll not elaborate…
Anyway, the worming treatment seems to have done a very thorough job now, as has Charlotte. She’s litter trained so for her to miss the box is a rarity and she really quite distressed and off her food (apart from snaffling bits of my Roast Chicken, that is). Still, Bez is taking good care of his new lil sis and being very cuddly and loving. She’ll be all clear in a day or two, but we ought to take her (and Bez, of course) to meet the v.e.t. for the first time so we’ll do that tomorrow night after work.

Oh, and the blinds are still up (thankyousoverymuch, Hutters).

I shall have to think of something less cat-related to blog about before y’all get terribly bored, though I’m rather afraid we’re both obsessed with our new Fluffehs for the time being

‹Tries to teach Bez and Charlotte to sing along to the Meowmix advert: fails›

I think I must be becoming more impatient as I get older.

This morning, T was a-browsing the old Argos catalogue and suggested I buy a new computer desk. A quick measure-up showed that none of the appealing desks would fit and the unappealing ones would just be a load of old plop that I wouldn’t be comfy studying at, so instead we went and bought a new woooden-slat blind for the living room so that we can have the windows open without teh fluffehs indulging in a spot of parachuting sans parachutes. See, they can’t get past a carefully-fitted wooden-slat blind.
Well, that was about 10 o’clock this morning: I finally finished erecting my wooden masterpiece at about 4 o’clock of the sweaty, grumpy, sweary afternoon. The living room window is a bay-window that protrudes from the outer wall of our flat, therefore its walls are choc-full of RSJs; a notion that didn’t occur to Omally The MasterBuilder until after he’d drilled holes all over the damn place. Idiot.

I had almost got to the point of giving up and returning the blind to Argos for a refund when I struck gold, or rather I struck nothing at all whilst drilling thus enabling me to insert enough wall-plugs to fit the blinds. Hoorah! Now it looks very fetching over the window and keeps this little south-facing flat a lot cooler during the day.

It’s a shame the moggies can fit between the slats.

‹Indulges in a spot of Heavy Plastering›