Sick, Sick, Better

Thursday: Sick. Mostly in bed, went through nearly an entire box of tissues. Thursday night: Up most of the night, coughing. Friday: Sick. Mostly in bed, barking so loud even the cats are scared of me. Thursday I was too sick to go outside, and the cats drove me up the wall that night. Ziva was meowing non-stop, I eventually threw the lot of them out of my bedroom and shut the door! So Friday, I sat downstairs for a while – Mewthos got so excited at the thought of playing outside, he toppled the chive-flower box. On top of himself! Later I felt a lump on his back. I’m hoping the two are connected. Friday night they were quiet, at least. Though that could be out of fear – I was coughing quite badly most of the night.

Late morning, since I didn’t get much sleep. Took quite some time to work up the get-up-and-go needed to get going.

I needed to go to DisChem. Last. Time. Ever! No trolleys. No merchandise. I mean standard stuff: No Cleanser – well, only one single brand and that’s in an awkward bottle. No bath milk/oil – well, again, only one single brand: The ultra expensive Fenjal. Only one fragrance bath salts. For hand-wash, I can choose herbs or fruit – not one single floral fragrance. I’m old school – Sage, Peach, Strawberry, etc is stuff that goes into the kitchen, not the bathroom! And at the check-out? They tried to take that roller-basket thing I had to use instead of a trolley, away from me! Hello? You think I’ll carry 10 kg cat litter plus everything else on my head or something? Oh, and inside the store? The only words staff spoke to me were “Excuse me” – not the polite, “Oh, could you excuse me, please? I’d like to pass, if you don’t mind.” But the “Get out of my way!” type. Do you know why I had to ‘get out of the way’ so many time? Because all the aisle were obstructed with boxes in front of shelves – you had to slalom through the entire store!

I used to love meandering through DisChem, selecting the odd treat for myself here and there, while I could get my preferred brand of toiletries at a lower price than anywhere else. Today? Of the 13 items on my list I got 4 ½! That’s right, a third! Not worth the trip, the inconvenience, the rudeness! Not. Worth. It.

Back at home, I think I must have the clumsiest Mips ever! Yesterday Mewthos toppled the flower pot on top of himself. Today Lady Jane tried to jump on the wall, missed and fell onto the stairs the other side! Fortunately she’s fine – no injury. Injuries are a goofy Mewthos thing. He’s still not fully walking on his left leg, he won’t climb into the tree – I don’t know: should I take him to the vet again?

I mean, I lifted him into the tree and he just turned around and jumped down again. That sounds more psychological than physical, doesn’t it? But the lump and the limp – those are physical. Ai, ai, my poor little Mewly.

He keeps going over to the pot he toppled over yesterday, gives it the once-over, then wanders away all sad.

Well, I spent some time outside so the Mips could play – it’s now getting dark and they’ve gone out again. I’m still not well, but a lot better! Especially since I got some cough mixture – alcohol and sugar free. That was one of the 4 ½.

Mewthos came in quite happily for attention when it got dark, Lady Jane? I had to go out and carry her all the way from the garage! And she started fighting me half-way up the stairs! And now she’s curled up with her Ouboet on the scratcher.

Twenty to nine Ziva is outside the door, meowing. I open the door, she sits on the mat, meowing. Mips are stirring, interested in the open door – so I grab Ziva and drag her in. She comes, goes to the food bowl, now sits down, cleans herself and meows to go out, continues cleaning – N U T S! She drives me nuts! So I let her out. She missed treat time last night as well. I can’t deal with her psychosis. I have enough on my hands worrying about Mewthos.