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arkessianLittle Madam is definitely feeling brighter although (as the vet warned me) the appearance of the abscess under her tail has gone from bad to worse. I will not give further detail for the delicate amongst us. She is her usual bossy self -- all the food belong to her, also all the warm comfortable perches. I can almost understand why Boycat bit her! She will, I suspect, need stitches once the infection is gone, but I am not worrying about her outcome -- she's going to be fine.
The incident has however emphasised the need for a very hands on approach to cat sitting if/when I ever get called for a heart transplant. Luckily, my sister M is willing to drop everything and move in for up to 2 months to coddle the cats. She works from home, so it doesn't matter where she physically is. I fret a bit about her husband (legally blind) but he holds down a job and travels independently, and can feed himself at need. Plus they have three children who will look out for him... Us Wright girls may not always see eye-to-eye but when the chips are down we pull in the same direction. Of course many things can change in the coming years, M's availability among them, but we will cope.
In other news, why was it during lockdown that I felt no need to go anywhere outside the house? Whereas now, when I can't (no driving licence) and can see others mingling freely, I'm “cabined, cribbed, confined”. Even though I have no desire to go to crowded places and/or venues frequented by people without masks...? I suppose it's the lack of agency -- I can't decide to take a risk even if I wanted to, and even if I wasn't very aware that my health conditions make taking a risk totally inadvisable.
I shall try to make my next post a little more interesting, although I fear it will be about making the garden ready for winter... or the vicissitudes of choosing curtains. (Those of you with fandom heritage may smile wryly at that -- I have railed privately in the past about stories that have rough tough protagonists choosing curtains and roses to twine around their door...)
The incident has however emphasised the need for a very hands on approach to cat sitting if/when I ever get called for a heart transplant. Luckily, my sister M is willing to drop everything and move in for up to 2 months to coddle the cats. She works from home, so it doesn't matter where she physically is. I fret a bit about her husband (legally blind) but he holds down a job and travels independently, and can feed himself at need. Plus they have three children who will look out for him... Us Wright girls may not always see eye-to-eye but when the chips are down we pull in the same direction. Of course many things can change in the coming years, M's availability among them, but we will cope.
In other news, why was it during lockdown that I felt no need to go anywhere outside the house? Whereas now, when I can't (no driving licence) and can see others mingling freely, I'm “cabined, cribbed, confined”. Even though I have no desire to go to crowded places and/or venues frequented by people without masks...? I suppose it's the lack of agency -- I can't decide to take a risk even if I wanted to, and even if I wasn't very aware that my health conditions make taking a risk totally inadvisable.
I shall try to make my next post a little more interesting, although I fear it will be about making the garden ready for winter... or the vicissitudes of choosing curtains. (Those of you with fandom heritage may smile wryly at that -- I have railed privately in the past about stories that have rough tough protagonists choosing curtains and roses to twine around their door...)
