Getting Sick

Nothing worth to write about yesterday. Got up, went to work, got home, lovely chat with Rose while the Mips burned off some energy outside, upstairs Ziva driving me nuts wanting in, attention, out, in, attention, out. I didn’t kill her. The End.

Not much more to write about, went and got cat sand, cleaned both boxes. Put some of those fine white crystals in the batroom box. Mips loved it. Lay down inside the box! So I mixed some sand in with it, hoping they’ll get the idea that it’s a widdle box, not a bed box.

I also got some wheat grass – it was in the fridge with the vegetables. I think it’s supposed to be for making smoothies or something – I just re-planted it into one of the short green boxes and put it on the floor for the cats. The Mips like it, even though they’re a bit puzzled by it.

The Mips have been driving me absolutely up the wall the entire morning! Whining the entire morning wanting attention, around my feet all the time. Non. Stop. All. The. Time. I go downstairs for less than five minutes to re-pot the wheat grass and Mewthos sits on the wall upstairs crying, crying, and crying the entire time! They are so needy! Why? I mean, seriously – Why? Eventually I doused them with flea powder just to get them off my back – oh, and they need it. I really don’t know what to do about those fleas anymore.

Oh, and in other news: I’m getting sick. Seriously sick. It feels like bronchitis building up, though I hope I’m wrong. Today, mostly just a running nose with occasional coughs.

I went outside to sit on the stairs so the Mips can burn off some energy outside. They don’t. It’s too windy to sit in the garden, so I join Rose in her courtyard. Mips come, Mips go. I go upstairs, call them back. Mips come, Ziva shows up, Mips investigate the courtyard, Mips go. No cavorting, no climbing, no running. I don’t know what’s wrong with them. On the one hand I’m happy they don’t go exploring the road – but having them under my feet, almost literally, all the time? Exasperating.

I decide to take an early bath, to avoid going to bed with wet hair. Mips and Ziva come join me. It’s not a big bathroom, it’s pretty crowded. After the bath, I want to close the door. Lady Jane won’t listen when I call her to come in, so I let her find the door closed. Not long, less than a minute. Ziva does NOT want to be inside. She’s demanding I open the door quite loudly.

Ten solid minutes later, Ziva is still sitting by the door, still meowing. Loudly. Yes, she’s still alive – surprised? I am! She doesn’t want attention. She doesn’t want anything. She wants the door open. Period.

Twenty minutes later and she’s finally given up! I think she’s trying the bedroom windows now – I really don’t care.