Awards and Cat Update

Many thanks indeed to The Rotten Correspondent (who is anything but) for two very special awards – The Thoughtful Blogger and Nice Matters. I have just spent what felt like hours trying to upload the s**ing images onto my blog but BT won’t let me. AAAGH. I have also spent another 2 hours on the phone talking to another BT engineer who had various suggestions but couldn’t fix the problem.

However, I am very honoured and grateful for the awards, which would look even nicer on my blog but we won’t go there. I suppose Bussie is in part responsible but as he is neither thoughtful nor nice, I won’t pass one on to him. I would pass on the honours but I’m having more problems than ever with BT today, so that will have to wait until I can contact other people again. Bear with me.

As promised, here’s the Cat Report. I’m glad to report that His Lordship is improving steadily which is more than can be said for my temper. Three times I’ve tried to add comments to my blog and each time BT has refused to publish them. So your comments are deeply appreciated – and I did respond individually, but you’ll have to take my word on that.

Bussie’s fan club was on the phone last night – his aunt from Vermont – yes, I did say Vermont. As in America (not Canada, as the local travel agent thought). And his uncle from the other side of Falmouth, both ringing to check on Bussie’s wellbeing. My sister in law (from Vermont), who is an avid reader of this blog, and has got all her friends onto it, spread the word apparently on Saturday night.

‘He’s back!’ she told all her friends. ‘Check out the blog!’ So news travelled far and wide. I hope Bussie appreciates how many people have been hanging on, wondering where the hell he is.

Since I last posted, he’s been in several times, and his eyes are back to normal and he’s much steadier on his feet. He’s still not eating but wanders over to Mollie’s water bowl, drinks from it and sits, as if he’s expecting something and isn’t sure what. I’ve tried offering him food but he won’t have it – not even his favourite tuna. So he must still be suffering.

He wanders in and sits in the kitchen (he won’t go any further and I’m not going to force him) as if he knows he’s come in for something and, like our elderly friend James, finds the words have disappeared. Perhaps he’s trying to find his old self and finds that he’s gone as well.

On the plus side, he could reinvent himself. I can see him, in a month’s time, giving lectures around the neighbourhood. ‘How to get over a car crash and reinvent your life!’ or ‘Bored with your life? Get a new one!’ He has that supercilious air that would make him a good lecturer.

Anyway, he’s been in and out three times this morning and it’s only 10.30, and just now we had a tummy rub in the sunshine and a deep throated PURR, so I’m much encouraged and deeply relieved.

In case you think Moll has been forgotten, far from it. With this wonderful weather, we’ve been swimming twice and she’s had a whale of a time. So good, in fact, that she adopted Bussie’s entrance to the garden – which involves a series of wooden springboards that Himself made – and escaped early this morning. Luckily I have good hearing and heard strange claws on the wood outside. I jumped out of bed and sure enough, there was Mollie half way up the steps. She looked somewhat abashed that her adventuring had been cut short but came back with a good grace. We’ve now had to remove the bottom rung so that her Ladyship can’t flee the nest. One animal going walkabouts is quite enough for one week.

Enjoy the Bank Holiday, everyone, as I will now my family’s coming home to roost.
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