Bizarre adoption continues

Bad night filled with nightmares – for some reason I kept rolling onto my back during the night. I always have nightmares when I sleep on my back. So I woke up late. And hour late! Get dressed, quick cup of coffee and … Silver sits outside complaining! Bad timing, but what can I do – two minutes attention, then trying to coax her out – she’s not keen on that idea! Finally everyone outside, door locked, gate locked … and I’ve forgotten something. Turn back? Go through the drama again? No – I’m late, off to work. Cat around my feet down the stairs, past the flowers – then she sits down and I can get past to the garage. As I drive off, I see Silver squeezing through a rain-drain (like the one my neighbour’s cat think of as his TV) and sit in the drive way doing a first-class impression of ‘forlorn and abandoned’!

Work was absolute chaos! Some new Mexicans apparently arrived yesterday – unannounced, so they couldn’t get in. Finding out their names, arranging their access, collecting them and Safety Inducting them took over an hour. The guesthouse I had to arrange over the weekend sent the invoice – and the person who’d arrange the payment is off till September. Sunday work application had to get done, and our new site manager (Number five!) arrived. Plus half a dozen other odds and ends – so I did not get much further with that deadline-task! The guy who’s responsible to the client is not impressed with me. I don’t like that – it’s not my fault, after all. But I can see his point, he’s relying on me and I’m not pulling my end. I don’t like it when I’m thought to be unreliable. That’s the down-side of my job: Nobody really knows all the balls I’m keeping in the air at the same time – so anyone whose ball isn’t getting the expected attention considers me unreliable. To quote Bobby Singer (Supernatural) “Balls!”

Back home, no cat in the drive-way, nor in the garden. I figured, I’d lost the flavour-of-the-week-adoption status – but I was wrong! Silver was waiting upstairs for me! I see the Whiskas is not getting eaten – evidently the entire cat-parade is not THAT hungry anymore! Put out some Bob Martins for Silver, then some lap-time. When she jumps off, I start my own dinner. When I want to eat, Silver again wants on my lap – I firmly tell her “No!” and ignore her for the rest of my meal. Hopefully she’ll get the message soon – it’s quite irritating. Now I’m sitting, writing the blog, cat pretend-sleeping on my lap. Purring like a diesel-engine!