Clean Bill of Health

We are home. Patches is out of the cat carrier. She is hiding somewhere and she wants nothing to do with me for a while. She did let us pet her a little before she ran off, so there’s no hard feelings toward the gestapo fat ass who jailed her for almost two hours.

Clean bill of health. She’s fine. Nothing wrong apart from being old. She’s around 14 years old, we think, so it’s natural that she’d be slowing down. No joint issues, no vision issues, no obvious pain. She’s all good.

Good job, my brave little kitty. Sorry about the whole locking you in a cage thing. Meow.

Not a prisoner

She’s not a prisoner, she’s just traveling, I tell myself to assuage my guilt at locking her up.

It usually takes an hour to get her into the carrier. Today it took two minutes. Now she’s packed up and we are crazy early. Shit.

Anti-Social Cat

She won’t come over to the bed to hang out with us. I wonder if she knows she’s going to the vet tomorrow. Maybe she can sense it. Worse than the vet though, she’s going in the cat carrier. Oh how she hates that thing.

Lunch Time Brain Dead

I feel like I should be posting something as my Tuesday lunch break comes to an end. I can’t come up with anything though. There are a few little things. Today hasn’t been the painful day I was fearing it would be. There have been a couple of annoying things at work, but nothing we can’t handle. Bellana left us yesterday and won’t be back until Summer. We still have Harry around for a few days, but we’re driving him back to school on Sunday and then we’re kidless for a couple of months.

I have avoided using retail therapy to cheer myself up, but junk food is another story. We had ice cream last night. I’ve had a lot of chocolate today. I need to stop this crap and start being more careful. The first weight loss surgery appointment is next week, but it’s only to drop off paperwork. The real first appointment is next month. Sigh.

I am off work tomorrow. That’s nice. I took the day off just in case Bellana ended up needing a ride to the airport. She doesn’t, so I am free. Patches has a vet appointment and I still have to get two Christmas presents for two of my nephews over to my sister’s house. I am trying to stay as Covid safe as humanly possible until Harry is back at school. I think the vet appointment is a curbside thing but I am not sure. I guess I’ll find out tomorrow, huh?

Okay. I guess I came up with something to talk about after all. Time to get back to work. That bug ain’t gonna fix itself.