My parents went on holiday on Saturday, leaving me home alone to be responsible and do adult things like going to work and remembering to lock the back door and feed the cats. Saturday was spent doing various things. Sunday I was awoken at 7am by a 'MIAOW!' into my ear and the feel of fur against my face.
My darling Monty has some sort of undiagnosed-possible-GI-problem-but-might-just-be-age which has caused weight loss from 'he's not fat, he's curvy' to 'I can feel his spine'. But he's eating MORE- and he ate a trillion times a day as it is. So I've been on feeding duty from approx 7am-9am/whenever I hide in bed and decide I'd like to stop now. This morning I woke up at 5am, thanks to all the caffeine I've been ingesting, and walked past the spare room where he was wide awake on the bed. I ran in and gave him kisses and strokes, and said hello. The response was 'MIAOW!' and to follow me into my bedroom and sit by my head purring for 2 hours. Then I decided I should get up and do things, like cleaning out the litter tray and getting dressed. The second one is vital for going to work.
Unfortunately, Monty's tummy issues are causing him to be The Little Poop Machine That Could. Profusely. And stinkily. I didn't realise how often my parents have to do these things! I've decided that, although I'd like to move out, I'd like a small flat, with some sort of self-cleaning cat. Yesterday was a) feed cats b) do litter tray c) get laundry in d) peg more laundry out e) feed cats f) feed self g) load dishwasher h) get more laundry in i) fold laundry j) do dishwasher again as the cleaning tablet has stuck to the side of a knife like a limpet k) do litter tray h) feed cats..... and this was for myself and 2 cats, nevermind anybody else!
I'm trying to remember how to look after myself- this morning was put clothes on, brush teeth, feed cats, look for hearing aids, find them on table, do hair, put some makeup on to hide the fact that I'm always tired, sneeze due to makeup and scare Monty out from under the table where he's eating Rosie's food, do litter tray, go into kitchen to get lunch from fridge, go back out, remember I meant to get lunch and repeat, sit down and decide to blog about it.
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