We’re not keen on all this hot weather and have to sprawl out with our paws in the air to keep cool. Open doors and windows mean we have the run of the garden.
Apparently some sort of football tourney will begin today, and a meeting I’m at has been scheduled particularly early so that it will be over before the sport begins.
I am not amused.
Back from vet.
Smudge however has heart murmur, likely the cause of his breathing difficulty, rather than the collar-caused throat injury.
Vet is recommending ultrasound scan to see the extent of the murmur, then possibilities of operation (although cats with heart murmurs present high risk for anaesthesis) or medical intervention, ie tablets.
Will leave it a week or two before going to ultrasound, I think, to let
Smudge get used to us not being evil people who want to stuff him into the cat carrier at the drop of a hat.
Our cat feeder for the weekend is convinced she needs to walk around on tippy toe so as not to startle him into heart failure, but since he jumps whether you make a noise or not, it’s clear that sudden adrenaline rushes don’t do him much harm.
Cix:cats have suggested we tell the CPL and see if they’ll help us with the costs, but to be honest, the charity needs the money for feeding their current charges, and we should be be able to afford the treatment.
They also have cunning ruses for getting cats to take pills, involving inuring them to treats by coating cat biscuits in cream cheese or fish paste then substituting the biscuit for the tablet once you’ve won their trust. Smudge doesn’t like cheese, Fudge can’t get enough of it. Both of them turned their noses up at Wilco’s finest cat treats.
That long-coveted, long needed replacement laptop is mine. After a day of humming and hawing, I bought a Compaq Presario from PC World.
All I’ve had time for tonight is delousing it — removing all the Norton, AOL and other unnecessary crap, including some program that actually spoke to me (“Hi – I’m here to connect you to the internet!” – shades of Mr Foster, it’s time for your upgrade!). All unnecessary. Connecting to the internet just needs me to correctly key in my wireless router cipher, something that takes more attempts than it should. Why does the Windows doubrey insist on you typing all 25 characters in twice? Mad.
I have also installed the essential progs — AVG first, then Firefox, then, er, Sid Meier’s Civ IV. (New machine carefully specced so that it had enough oomph to play the new version)
No more time for now. No time to record fragments of Ulysses for LV, no time to type up the minutes of tonight’s meeting. No time to actually play Civ.
And the weekend — we’re going straight from work to an enormous cottage in the Peak district where a superbly organised friend has marshalled 14 university friends to be in the same place at the same time. So it would be rude to play with my new computer. Wouldn’t it? Yes, definitely. Um…. Maybe… just in the evenings…?