The cats have been as interesting as ever (well, to me they have.)
The interlude between bulletins has been due to my personal suffering. Less melodramatically, I have had a swollen face, which is now unswelling nicely. I can’t tell whether it’s dental or glandular, but it’s going away and seem unlikely to prevent my attending Oxonmoot, which is the main thing I worried about.
I wish I could regale you with the sorts of tales you read in cat magazines; ‘He was so sweet, he knew I was poorly and snuggled up to comfort me, etc, etc. However, here in the Old Kitties Home, it was life as usual; ‘Food! Now!’ they cried. ‘Sit down now we demand cuddles!’ they shouted. Well the sitting down was OK but by some uncanny instinct every affectionate nuzzle seemed to be aimed straight at the swollen bit. Thanks, pussies dear.
I’m looking forward as eagerly as usual to Oxonmoot, with the provisos that all cat people will understand; worry and guilt.
‘Will they be OK in the cattery? Will they think I’m never coming back? Will they pine and refuse to eat?’
Answers; Yes. Probably but they won’t care cos the cattery is so nice. Definitely not.