Thursday

I slept well again, got up, cleaned the litter box, had my coffee and went to work.

We heard - no official announcement, we don't need to know - that we could leave at two thirty. Two thirty came and went - and when I asked, I learned that the two thirty was conditional to production meeting target ... which they didn't. We don't go much in for communication - except when it's linked to potential disciplinary.

On the way home I got two bottles of milk and let my mippies out! Yay! All happy and high-tailing it around the garden! Janey and Tynx stayed nearby, Mew and Ziva went for a far stroll. When it was time to call them in, neither came ... I waited and called and waited and called, eventually I got the key and went to look for them! Ziva came running and soon afterwards Mewthos also came strolling nonchalantly from behind the house (not near the road, where I was looking for them!).

Once they were inside, I got stuck shopping ... first another expensive cat food order ... sigh. No mousse, though, that's just beyond my means. And I will have to reduce the number of sachets I give them in the evenings, it is just too expensive. Oh, they don't need them - they do have good dry food at their disposal, and not just one.

Then I surfed around the grocery shopping site - I don't really need anything right now, so I'm just adding to the basket, what I'd like to get next time. And I sort of lost track of time ... it was past ten when I realised just how late it was! Too late to still write my blog ...