No TV, Just Life: A series of shocks

I woke up at five in the morning from being a mosquito buffet! Why? I had put the fan on, when I went to sleep? Ah! Remember I mentioned thunder last night? In my experience, Thunderstorm = Power failure in the Easter Cape. No power, no fan!

It must have been off for a while, though, since it came back on soon after I woke up. It’s too early to get up, yet, so I just watch the Mips entertain themselves. Ziva is shut outside the bedroom, since she shot out again, when I went to answer Nature’s morning call. And wouldn’t come back with me.

I get up around six. It’s nice and early, wet outside and overcast – so I open the front door to let Mips and mommy play. Just before eight, Ziva does a ‘Lassie’ move – comes to me, leads me into the bedroom, looks out the window. I look out, but don’t see anything. She goes into the lounge, to the window and jumps out of the lounge window into Rose’s garden! She NEVER does that, when the door is open, so I go back into the bedroom … Ziva is by the geranium under my window, not her usual one. And there’s another cat, under the geranium, I can’t see which cat. At that moment, Rose opens her window – so I ask her if she can see which cat it is.

It’s Mewthos! There is no way he could have wandered there – I fear he might have fallen from the window! I ask Rose to open up, so I can go see. Ai ai ai, Methwos must have fallen from my window. His left leg is hurt – he’s limping. I pick him up, but he wants to walk by himself. I pick him up several times until I get him upstairs and into the carrier.

What an intelligent Ziva! I’m very impressed with her!

Lady Jane, Shadow and Ziva are all over Mewthos and me. All worried. To prevent Lady Jane from following, I shut her in the bedroom. Ziva follows me, but stays inside the garden. As I’m driving off, I see her sitting by the gate, looking mournful!

Fortunately it’s eight now, and the vet opens at eight. I sing to Mewthos all the way to the vet – he huddles at the back of the cat carrier. He’s not crying, not complaining – well, not much. He’s just sitting quiet.

The vet is busy with another patient, so I keep talking and singing to Mewthos. He’s just sitting, mostly quiet, at the back of the cat carrier.

Then it’s our turn. Good news first: nothing broken! The X-Rays show not even a hairline fracture. But his leg is badly swollen, so the vet wants to put a pressure bandage on – but can’t, since he won’t let her. It’s painful! So she will sedate him. There’s also some blood on his palate – but it’s not moving, so, again, nothing seems to be broken. I’m guessing concussion? His nose is also a bit bloody, and quite swollen. Poor Goofy! I should come back in two hours to collect him.

While I’m waiting, Quizzy Lizzy arrives! She’s there for her booster shots! Oh boy, is she happy to see me! We have an intensive cuddle session! She is purring up a storm in my arms!

Back at home Ziva is waiting for me at the garage, looks at my car, and looks at me “Where’s Mewthos?” I explain that everything is fine, he’s coming home in a short while. As I come along the path, I’m puzzled to hear a kitten calling. Definitely a kitten, but … who? How? I look up and there is Lady Jane sitting on the top wall by my stairs! How did she get out? I had left her shut in the bedroom? The only way from the bedroom is the same way Mewthos took? Even Ziva won’t jump down there! I am completely baffled! Especially, since she is outside the FRONT door!

For the next half hour, Lady Jane is all over me. I even struggle to phone Rose, to tell her how Mewthos is – Lady Jane is all over my face, my shoulders, just rolling, walking, high-tailing over me! Eventually she settles down and I can start writing this blog.

And then … Lady Jane falls out the window! Fortunately only onto the ledge, the roof over Rose’s porch! No injury – but she can’t jump back up! So I grab Ziva and show her where Lady Jane is. But there’s nothing Ziva can do. So I grab my Jeans and hold them down for Lady Jane to climb up on … Nope. So I try the climbing pole from the bedroom … Nope. At this point two Jehova’s Witness’ approach Rose’s front door, so I call her. As she comes out, I warn her to stay under the roof, in case Lady Jane might try to jump on her! As a last resort, I try the duvet … but Lady Jane, although interested, isn’t getting the ‘climb up on it’ bit. By this time, The Terror’s owners have seen my plight – they have an extra long ladder, which they bring! I’m not good on ladders, but Lady Jane may not come to a stranger, so up I go.

I manage to grab Lady Jane, but I don’t have a good grip, so claws come out. I hand her to Rose, so I can get down the ladder again. Then I carry the wayward Mip upstairs and close all windows!

But now here’s the puzzle: How could Lady Jane get from the bedroom to the front door, if she couldn’t get off the ledge? And if she fell or jumped from the bedroom window – how did she get around Rose’s flat to my stairs?

My nerves are finished! And it isn’t even noon, yet! Two shocks and one inexplicable puzzle – all in less than two hours!

On the way to pick up Mewthos, I also pick up a half dozen bread rolls.

I’m told that Mewthos definitely hit is head. I didn’t get to see the vet, so I don’t know exactly how hard, or how badly. I’m to bring him in on Tuesday, to have the bandage removed – I was planning to bring both Mips in Wednesday for their booster shots. Maybe I should make a plan to take them on Tuesday? Poor Mewthos is really struggling to get about with that bandage! However, that does keep him sitting still for photos, he he. Ai, but he’s been trying to bite off that hindrance – I’ve spent the first half hour doing nothing but discourage him from chewing the bandage off! I think he understands now, that it needs to stay. And he’s already picking up speed again.

Neither Ziva nor Lady Jane showed much interest when I first brought him in. They were napping on one of the chairs, not much bothered about anything. Lady Jane doesn’t understand why Mewthos is so slow, and why isn’t he playing with her? And why does he just topple over every now and then? Shame, poor baby. It’s a completely different balancing situation, so while he’s learning how to cope, he does topple over ever now and then.

Ah shame, Lady Jane is playing with her pink mouse, fighting the daylights out of it – and poor Mewthos just sits and watches. Every now and then he gives me this look, as if to say ‘Why, mommy?’

My poor sweet boy!

I’m more worried about his head, though. His nose is still bloody – he won’t let me wipe it off; and I don’t want to add any more stress to my poor baby boy! Both Mips are sleeping now, each on their own chair. Ziva is out – somewhere. It’s drizzling on and off, so she’ll come back wet again.

Ai and now Mewthos hops along to me, sits down, looks at me with those soulful eyes and holds out his bandaged leg to show me! Poor baby boy! For myself, I wish I could sleep as well, I feel on edge and drained – all at the same time. Like I’ve had a series of shocks.

I’m allowed to rest about twenty minutes, before Mewthos mewls me awake. He’s feeling right sorry for himself. He holds out his bandaged leg “Mommy? Look. It’s a lump. Doesn’t move nice. Mommy? How much longer?”

So I open the front door and the weather has cleared – it’s now a warm, sunny afternoon! Mewthos evidently wants to go into the garden – but not without me, so off we go into the garden. Rose joins us shortly afterwards and we enjoy some fun in the garden.

With Mewthos’ leg in the bandage, it’s like having him on a short leash – no worry about him running off after Shadow into the road! Lady Jane also stays very close – stress factor almost zero!

Mewthos quickly finds his feet – so to speak – and even ventures up the tree! He doesn’t get far, of course, but his spirits are not damped by his ordeal! Shadow catches one of her favourites: a grasshopper! A big one! Then walks around looking for a safe place to ‘play’ with it. She eventually settles on the courtyard – which turns out to be a mistake, as Lady Jane takes it off her. Then looses it in the carnation patch! Shadow gets another one, and this one goes to Mewthos. Except, unlike Lady Jane, Mewthos will not share his toy! He growls, hisses and even bats Lady Jane if she comes too close!

Eventually the Mips indicate they’re tired and want to go back upstairs. As it’s getting cold, we all leave. Upstairs, Lady Jane demands yet another intensive cuddle session, then starts an intensive cleaning session before settling down – upside down again!

Then Ziva shows up – but she doesn’t want to stay inside. I don’t want her to go back outside, so, whenever she demands to be let out – I pick her up and cuddle her! Not appreciated! So she tries the window – all of which are closed. Somehow she manages to lure Mewthos up onto the window sill! Seriously! So now it’s his turn for an intensive cuddle session. I am convinced that boy uses the curtains to get my attention! Instead of coming up to me asking, he goes and pats the curtains! Clever – but not cool.

While I’m busy with Mewthos, Ziva continues to complain – I’m sorry, but I’m only one human trying to meet the needs of three cats! So she goes and settles herself for a nap on the chair. Mewthos is happy, he jumps off and settles himself in the cat carrier – until Lady Jane plays him out. Now they are both playing on my scratcher!

I’m having my dinner followed by an early night – with closed windows!