Firstly, sorry, no pictures, as Mum’s posting for me from the crappy laptop, and there aren’t any photos of me on it, although I don’t know how that can be!
Secondly, it’s been a stressful couple of days. Mum had an interview for something called a job yesterday, so she was up at the crack of dawn and off. I wasn’t very happy, although I did get fed earlier, but she was gone most of the morning. She didn’t get the job, which Dad was pleased about because he said that it was too far away, and that the other job she has is fine, even though it’s less hours. I am also very happy that she didn’t get the job, cos it would have meant she would have been out all day and wouldn’t have been spending any time with me!
This morning though, Mum wasn’t very well. Something she ate, she thought. If they only ate the stuff they give me, then they would be fine. Anyway, she went back to bed after she’d made Dad’s sandwiches, and I went up with her. I hadn’t been out, but didn’t want to leave her on her own while she was poorly. She finally went back to sleep, but I still stayed with her. You need to make sure your Mum’s OK, don’t you. After a couple of hours, she woke up and said she was feeling a bit better, and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee. I took the opportunity to nip out and just have a quick check of the perimeter, just to make sure everything was OK outside.
When I got back, Mum had gone back to bed, so I raced back up the stairs and leapt onto the bed. I was making a fuss of her as I was pleased to see she was OK, and she was tickling my ear. I got so excited that I head-butted the blue thing she had in her hand, only to realise as soon as I’d done it that it was her coffee mug and it was full! Needless to say, the coffee went all over the bed.
She’s still talking to me though!
I’m a big fat ginger nearly in the doghouse cat, and that’s no place for any kitty to be.