The prank goes on - as does the cat adoption

We had a better night last night. I think it was her bladder that kept her up last night, until she widdled on the kitchen mat. Last night, before going to bed she went or a quick run outside – and slept most of the night. This morning I was glad I let her sleep inside again, as it was pouring outside! And I found no puddle this morning. She did wake me up rather early, though, so I opened the door and she went for a quick turn – undeterred by the rain. I left her sitting on top of the wall – but as I turned towards the garage, I saw her running towards me. I know I shouldn’t worry about her and cars – after all, she’s been crossing the roads here for months (my neighbour and I have both seen her); but I just always feel uneasy when she’s nearby – what if she thinks my car can’t hurt her when I’m driving? I hope I’m being silly.

I washed the kitchen mat last night – and my, did the machine go marching around on the spin cycle! A mat is always such an uneven load. Well, it was clean and dry and back on the floor before I went to bed – but I’m glad to say, it did not serve as a cat-toilet again last night.

Since our electrician showed no interest in his chocolate all day yesterday, today I moved it a bit so it balanced a bit precariously; so he would have to pick it up. It worked! Unfortunately I was out of the office at the time – and I’m told he grumbled at a colleague (the Tube Master, who is more likely to play a joke on him than me), and ostentatiously placed the wrapper into his bin! So, I took the chocolate out of the fridge, placed it back in the wrapper and put it back in his shelf! Now I’m waiting for our electrician to notice!

Pleasant surprise at work just now: the current site manager (not the final, new one) asked about my salary. There’s a chance I may get an increase! That would be most welcome, as I’m only just making ends meet – and I don’t live extravagantly. I don’t go out, I don’t drink – yes, I smoke – and when I talk about gourmet meals, I cook them myself! The rent went up after a year, so did the electricity – and everything else. Except my salary. Which basically means I have to tighten my budget. I’m very, very good at budgeting – and keeping to it – or I couldn’t have survived! Ok, so I’ve cut hair-styling and colouring out of my budget, ditto upgrading my wardrobe. That way, at the end of the month my income balances with my expenses – with a teeny bit more income than expenses.

Speaking of which, I need a new pair of shoes. I’m not much of a shoe-person – rather than accessorising them to my wardrobe, I accessorise to practical needs: One pair all-time wear, one pair in-house, one pair safety shoes, one pair stream-walkers for beach walking, one pair evening-shoes and one pair sandals. The all-time wear are pretty much worn out now – I bought them October 2013 and wear them practically every single day. That’s four years daily wear – not bad. The price has gone up by 50% by now (I already looked)! That’s gonna take some budgeting ...

Ah! Our electrician has noticed the chocolate mysteriously re-appeared in his shelf! A visitor asked for a piece – that face, when he saw it! Priceless! He picked it up, opened it, and started mumbling ‘something odd is going on here’ went to the bin where he had thrown the wrapper, looked through it, puzzled that he can’t find the wrapper nor the ‘Thank you!’ sign – it was priceless! Totally worth the wait! Now I’m wondering if I can pull off another sequel. He still does not suspect that I could be involved – although he’s seen my face (I can’t act to save my life!), so he knows I’m in the know; yet he seriously thinks that’s as far as my involvement goes. I’ve come up with a sequel: I put the ‘Thank you!’ cardboard on his laptop.

Ah well, he just tossed it aside with a grumble. I may tell him tomorrow who was behind this, just so nobody else falls victim to a ‘revenge prank’.

I left work about ten minutes late. When I got home, my neighbour told me that Silver came rushing down the stairs about ten minutes ago! Seems I’m expected to be punctual! Presumptuous little imp! We still don’t agree on her table manners – I think that may take some training. But she does seem to be house-trained – as in: she doesn’t jump on furniture. It took a few days of picking her up onto my lap before she started jumping up when I call. Same with the bed – though she took to that much faster.

I barely got time to look over my garden before I was being chased upstairs to feed the cat, but I did notice the first Daffodil likely to bloom tomorrow! I did take the time to chat to my neighbour, though, until the rain chased us inside.

Spending the evening with kitty sleeping on my lap – except when Ginger comes around. He’s poking his nose inside glaring at Silver! She follows him out – undeterred by the rain, and comes back wet. So now I have a wet pussy purring on my lap! Nice hot bath and early to bed for a cuddle and a read.