Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
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Travails of a Poorly Puss, Part 243
by admin - 20:57 on 12 September 2010
Whatever Bess did in her previous life (or lives) must have been heinous, for she continues to suffer in this one.
Matchgirl guessed yesterday that something was wrong when the poorly puss crept upstairs to sleep on our bed for the first time since Spider entered The Rural Retreat. She continued to look woebegone today, in that way that only cats have mastered: a combination of self-pity, resignation and disgruntlement with a cruel world.
The source of discomfort seemed to be her mouth, so first thought was that one of her few remaining gnashers was damaged. But today (thanks to a good yawn) Matchgirl got a proper look and spotted a cut on the side of the friskless feline's tongue.
This may or may not have been connected with the ex-mouse discovered stiff outside the door – perhaps the doomed rodent got a swipe in before it went off to meet the Grim Squeaker.
Whatever, it looks like our anniversary celebrations tomorrow will be shared with Dr Death and her staff at the Dingwall vet surgery.
The Pentax made a brief outing today. Nothing survived quality control, so the best I can offer is a snap of Kilmuir, on the Black Isle, taken a few days ago when I escaped from GNoME HQ for half an hour.
Diet Update: Matchgirl was another half pound lighter this morning and is now only 1lb from her target weight. Her joy at this achievement was spoiled a little by the news that I'd lost another 1.5lbs without meaning to. The chocolates might be necessary to halt my slide into emaciation.
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Many congratulations. J,G,A,J and the animals.