PB, some Ginge love and a LWT

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Here!

Well I never :)

Pre sleep nap

That one tooth caused him no end of bother towards the end when she wouldn't put him through a GA.

Hence my advice these days - if in doubt, take it out. (Vets have become like dentists: anything goes to 'save' a tooth.)

Oh I know, tell me about it. My back teeth are knackered (hereditary) and while I implore the dentist to remove them they won't until you've gone through several obligatory rounds of hamster cheeks and broken nights.

When my brother had his out - abroad naturally, emergency naturally - the dentists stuck him in a chair that revolved 180 and he spent two hours upside down trying not to listen to the sawing over soothing Mozart. When they levered him upright the dentist took one look and screamed 'Are you all right???!!**@ THAT WAS TERRIBLE'

he hasn't been back.

Fluffy cat snuck into the lounge last night and settled on the furry heated throw. He must have moved like lightening to get in there.

When I eventually went back in there and found him reclined roman emperor style he looked most surprised. Not surprised enough to move his furry bottom though.

Yanoo I can't even remember what 'Fluffy cat' looks like ... hint, hint...

She's a small hairless manx.

ipads being repaired so no photos. once you've seen one brown spotted Bengal you've seen them all.

I'm debating heated throw tonight. Ollie is in the garden - I've planted some beebombs in troughs and they've started growing, very excited!

It's always time for heated throw. Beebombs are absolutely beautiful when they come up, all waving and cheery.

I suspect Mr C would 'water' any he sees, impeding growth somewhat. Super-trendy round these parts (the wildflowers, not the cat involvement).

They're in troughs well out of ollies way but he won't wee outside anyway has to use his litter tray!

Not that interested in the final episode of The Bodyguard.

He can join PB - who is showing no interest in a plate of cut up roast chicken thigh meat. (I'm being played quite badly here.)

Nurse Lee would have something to say about that . Sleep well, am off to bed with Captain Kippy.

Nurse Lee hasn't met PB.

Pouting because I have to work and not gaze at him all day

I can't get mine off the sofa. They don't like it when you go out sometimes, even when you croon 'Mummy getting snack tokens for precious kitty' etc for hours.

Not that I would know this :)

Nurse Lee is unaccountably fond of Mr C, so I expect he would be a slave to PB in no time.

Our whole family is a slave to PB. Granted that we've all lived with Siamese for many years, but to be treated like dirt in the fond hope of a change?

I feel bad because the smoke alarm is chirping. It started at 4am but I have no spare battery

Our whole family is a slave to PB. Granted that we've all lived with Siamese for many years, but to be treated like dirt in the fond hope of a change

It reminds me of all those articles on why so many women went nutso for Mr Spock on Star Treck. Not that he treated them like dirt, but it was his obliviousness.

Quite right, Nurse Lee is tougher than one thinks re slavery. Mr C is really very respectful when it comes down to it, appropriately. He is a kind, sensible cat. I expect PB is too.

PB is secretly quite fond of you C, though one suspects that his more tender feelings may take some time to manifest due to him being so pleased about life he has forgotten to be grateful

I suspect he may have warmed to Dbro as well, which is something of a miracle. Long gone are the days of PB Letting Himself Down on Dbro's chair.

O didn't care I wanted the duvet
After I moved him, he slept curled up next to my head all night. Very sweet

On tenterhooks waiting for vet to call re bloods for The Op. Well, I am, Mr C is whistly snoring. They left me a message saying they couldn't see his thyroid which is a) good news, in theory because it can't have grown that much b) bad news, in practice because if they can't see or feel it they won't take it out.

Mr C can definitely feel it, he makes me tickle it at night. His behaviour is verging on the impertinent when he isn't doped up to the nines.

Fish pie on yellow sticker to keep us both nice and soothed. Must remember to sling a courgette or two in. What with that and a grapefruit gin later, that's definitely 5 portions of fruit and veg for me.

Any Mr C news?
Ollie is in DA JUNGLE (next doors garden)