Diary – Monday 12th January 2014
A day spent almost entirely online – I feel like a character in Tron, except I’ll just be chased round the game matrix by words and letters.
I helped my Mum fold down our dining table, which was set larger for entertaining guests over Xmas. It would have been an easy job to restore it to its smaller size alone without my Mum hovering, yelling ‘watch your fingers, ooh can you manage, ooh it’s not quite in place yet,’etc.
She took my two ageing cats to the vets. One is fine but the ginger tom, Sam is getting very frail and losing balance, having already gone stone deaf. The vets are going to monitor his progress over the next three weeks and decide then whether or not to put him down. It’s like having a cat on Death Row now.
Image Credit » Photo Sam, my sixteen year old cat, taken by me.