I often wonder why things happen to me?
Today I got my hand stuck in the weighing scales when lifting them to put back where they are kept. Trouble was they had a weight still on them and the back door got involved - don't ask I am still trying to work it out myself. Result sore hand and cut on other arm.
Next thing, go to tool shed lean on lawnmower to retrieve an item, next thing I am flaying around as the lawn mower moved. Okay, bruise ego and hurt back not helped by daughter laughing!
Then decide to clean out fish tank filter, without turning it off. Something I often do! This time the magnet twirly things flies out, I try to retrieve it but it falls behind settee. Push settee out of the way in the process knock coffee table over spreading Ginger beer everywhere. Daughters make up bag goes flying by now the air is blue not just my language but the filter.
I can't get to the plug quickly, have to empty out DVD cupboard plus the fish food. It is just getting worse one of the cats pounces on fish food container and does a runner with it. Do I chase the cat or get the plug out of socket decide on the latter. Finally get the plug out one handed, then start to look for all the bits.
Oh poop, it is all in bits put it all together plug back in nothing not a sausage. Try fiddling with it again nope it is one truly dead pump. Put all the DVD's back into cupboard retrieve fish food from cat, who thankfully didn't get into the tub not for the want of trying.
Now start on mess in lounge clean up the spilt drink, gather up daughters make up, get settee back. Okay everything back to normal now. I begin to wonder what will happen next!
Actually nothing so far I thought then I made my self some coffee sat down put coffee on mat and spilt it. I am sorry I bloody well give up, Oh yes it is the 13th today should have stayed under the duvet might just have not done so much damage :)
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Dreaming of a lovely lawn
My grass or my lawn if I am being posh is about as tall as an elephants eye! Honestly I know some where out in the garden lurks a few things. One being a garden bench I saw it about a week ago, it has now nicely blended in with the tall grass.
There are well defined paw paths of our cats leading to various routes and hidey holes. If you are not careful you can walk straight into the pond because that is green as well.
The cats are catching more things, one left a head rat size in my bedroom, so so glad he didn't put on face whilst I was sleeping Godfather style.The other day one cat was playing football in the kitchen with a tiny vole head.
So why hasn't my grass been cut, the lawn mower works, everyone is capable of using the lawn mower but somehow they are always busy or it is raining or to hot. What is the solution get a herd of goats in to eat the grass, yeah right they would leave the grass and eat the plants!
What is the plan then - me - I will have to face the grass myself. Could hire someone but I would get the builders bum guy not the good looking gardeners you see on TV. So thats out unless someone could send round Joe Swift or Alan Titchmarsh a girl can dream......................
There are well defined paw paths of our cats leading to various routes and hidey holes. If you are not careful you can walk straight into the pond because that is green as well.
The cats are catching more things, one left a head rat size in my bedroom, so so glad he didn't put on face whilst I was sleeping Godfather style.The other day one cat was playing football in the kitchen with a tiny vole head.
So why hasn't my grass been cut, the lawn mower works, everyone is capable of using the lawn mower but somehow they are always busy or it is raining or to hot. What is the solution get a herd of goats in to eat the grass, yeah right they would leave the grass and eat the plants!
What is the plan then - me - I will have to face the grass myself. Could hire someone but I would get the builders bum guy not the good looking gardeners you see on TV. So thats out unless someone could send round Joe Swift or Alan Titchmarsh a girl can dream......................
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Fighting with a cat!
So last night our foster cat was in her cage all safe and secure. She is a really a sweet cat however she has been rescued from a cat hoarder, so not many social niceties yet.
We can stroke, tickle her chin and pick her up for little while. She is vocal little thing only about 8mths old and very tiny. When she was picked up the poor thing had kittens, this wasn't realised until after she had been spayed as another cat was feeding her kittens!
Anyway back to last night she is shouting about something, this was about 1.00am, I go and talk to her this has her scurrying back to bed to hide from me.
This morning, I throw back the blanket that covers her cage - no cat - by this time I had let our cats out opened up windows and doors. PANIC. I have lost a cat from a closed cage how???
Action stations shut windows and doors, quick check with family, no they hadn't looked at her this morning. Quick phone call to rescue society to say I had lost the cat - do you realise how stupid you feel telling someone that the cage is completely locked and the cat has got out.
On further inspection it seems that a tiny gap runs along the bottom of the cage, this cat has squeezed her self out like toothpaste. Now the hunt is on finding a tiny gap that the cat could get into. Not behind settee, please not behind the fridge freezer, not in the towel cupboard (fav spot for our cats), not in my bed room. Daughters other half checks their room, our last foster cat was caught taking her kittens under their bed a couple times.
She just wasn't anywhere, I am really panicing now this cat has just been spayed, still has stitches. Now I am really getting worried, starting to look in ridiculous places, I mean is the cat really going to be hiding in a lampshade hanging from the ceiling!
Finally daughters other half shouts I can see her! Right at the back of a king size bed with boxes and all sorts. So I am now flat on the floor with shepherds crook (doesn't everyone have one) trying to hook the cat, oh yes the cats really pleased to see me with a stick trying poke her!
She suddenly moves, NO, NO please don't go behind any more stuff. One quick swipe of the crook and I am face to face with a cat. Grab the scruff, cat folds round my arms, I am still laying flat on the floor. Bloody hell how can a little cat hurt so much, I hang on, so does she with 18 claws and a mouthful of sharp teeth. I let go.
Cat legs it, I scramble up, what a smell she has poohed and weed, I feel something drip, great I have weed on, ouch ouch no it is my blood. The cat has gone to ground in the lounge, I grab a load of kitchen towel and mop up my blood. Now the hunt is back on, I found her behind the settee, I move the settee she runs behind the fish tank.
The cupboards under the tank are used to store cookery books and DVDs. Right she is not getting away I remove a few books and see a bit of fur. Both hands in to cupboard grab available fur and pull her out thinking please don't burst the stitches. Out she comes, poor thing, put back into cage again, things are shove over the escape root. Cat looks a bit peeved, that is being polite to say the least. I cover her cage up with a blanket she needs to rest and get over her trauma.
I then decide to check my injury, change that to injuries, blood still pouring, traipse off to bathroom to wash everything. Daughters other half deals with the mess in their room, including my blood!
Next problem I need to dress the wounds, I am allergic to plasters and micropore. So I find dressings and tape stick things on me, it will have to do for now.
Go back to check the cat I give her a rub on the head she doesn't seem to mind, contrary thing. Wait for daughter to get back from work, she thinks I been for blood test! My arms are covered in dressings what kind of blood tests did she think I was having?
Anyway she then goes into first aid mode, removing the dressing and tape I go into scratch mode my arms have a nice rash! I end up with both arms bandaged from wrist to elbow and still I have some cuts showing!
Tonight I took the bandages off as they had resembled baggy socks! The trouble is I have to go to the Doctors tomorrow to have my blood pressure checked! I hope my tetanus jabs are up to date or I could be having another sharp thing in my arm.
Our little cat has now got another cage, this cage is suppose to be escape proof with a cat carrier so she can hide. This little cat has eaten her dinner, used the dirt tray, shouted about things and let me stroke her. So I must be forgiven I think, this morning she is still in the cage Thank goodness!
I go off to Doctors, blood pressure fine and joy of joys am up to date on jabs. Oh the cat decided to have another swipe at me this afternoon, she missed!
We can stroke, tickle her chin and pick her up for little while. She is vocal little thing only about 8mths old and very tiny. When she was picked up the poor thing had kittens, this wasn't realised until after she had been spayed as another cat was feeding her kittens!
Anyway back to last night she is shouting about something, this was about 1.00am, I go and talk to her this has her scurrying back to bed to hide from me.
This morning, I throw back the blanket that covers her cage - no cat - by this time I had let our cats out opened up windows and doors. PANIC. I have lost a cat from a closed cage how???
Action stations shut windows and doors, quick check with family, no they hadn't looked at her this morning. Quick phone call to rescue society to say I had lost the cat - do you realise how stupid you feel telling someone that the cage is completely locked and the cat has got out.
On further inspection it seems that a tiny gap runs along the bottom of the cage, this cat has squeezed her self out like toothpaste. Now the hunt is on finding a tiny gap that the cat could get into. Not behind settee, please not behind the fridge freezer, not in the towel cupboard (fav spot for our cats), not in my bed room. Daughters other half checks their room, our last foster cat was caught taking her kittens under their bed a couple times.
She just wasn't anywhere, I am really panicing now this cat has just been spayed, still has stitches. Now I am really getting worried, starting to look in ridiculous places, I mean is the cat really going to be hiding in a lampshade hanging from the ceiling!
Finally daughters other half shouts I can see her! Right at the back of a king size bed with boxes and all sorts. So I am now flat on the floor with shepherds crook (doesn't everyone have one) trying to hook the cat, oh yes the cats really pleased to see me with a stick trying poke her!
She suddenly moves, NO, NO please don't go behind any more stuff. One quick swipe of the crook and I am face to face with a cat. Grab the scruff, cat folds round my arms, I am still laying flat on the floor. Bloody hell how can a little cat hurt so much, I hang on, so does she with 18 claws and a mouthful of sharp teeth. I let go.
Cat legs it, I scramble up, what a smell she has poohed and weed, I feel something drip, great I have weed on, ouch ouch no it is my blood. The cat has gone to ground in the lounge, I grab a load of kitchen towel and mop up my blood. Now the hunt is back on, I found her behind the settee, I move the settee she runs behind the fish tank.
The cupboards under the tank are used to store cookery books and DVDs. Right she is not getting away I remove a few books and see a bit of fur. Both hands in to cupboard grab available fur and pull her out thinking please don't burst the stitches. Out she comes, poor thing, put back into cage again, things are shove over the escape root. Cat looks a bit peeved, that is being polite to say the least. I cover her cage up with a blanket she needs to rest and get over her trauma.
I then decide to check my injury, change that to injuries, blood still pouring, traipse off to bathroom to wash everything. Daughters other half deals with the mess in their room, including my blood!
Next problem I need to dress the wounds, I am allergic to plasters and micropore. So I find dressings and tape stick things on me, it will have to do for now.
Go back to check the cat I give her a rub on the head she doesn't seem to mind, contrary thing. Wait for daughter to get back from work, she thinks I been for blood test! My arms are covered in dressings what kind of blood tests did she think I was having?
Anyway she then goes into first aid mode, removing the dressing and tape I go into scratch mode my arms have a nice rash! I end up with both arms bandaged from wrist to elbow and still I have some cuts showing!
Tonight I took the bandages off as they had resembled baggy socks! The trouble is I have to go to the Doctors tomorrow to have my blood pressure checked! I hope my tetanus jabs are up to date or I could be having another sharp thing in my arm.
Our little cat has now got another cage, this cage is suppose to be escape proof with a cat carrier so she can hide. This little cat has eaten her dinner, used the dirt tray, shouted about things and let me stroke her. So I must be forgiven I think, this morning she is still in the cage Thank goodness!
I go off to Doctors, blood pressure fine and joy of joys am up to date on jabs. Oh the cat decided to have another swipe at me this afternoon, she missed!
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