Where to even begin!?
The last month and a bit has been something else – I, honestly, don’t know where to begin.
I guess I can start with my biggest distraction – Eevee. If you read my last blog post, you will know that my sweet kitty, Persia, died very suddenly 2 months ago. It was the most terribly, emotional, guilty month that followed – I missed her so much (and still do), I felt guilty for what had happened, that I couldn’t do more for her, etc. My sister convinced my husband that it might be better for all of us if we get a new kitten because Persia had left a hole in our lives – not only mine, but in Jemima’s (our other cat), and our house felt empty and sad. Queue the ginger and white fur ball, Eevee (yes, she is named after a pokemon, getoverit):
The sweetest, most affectionate kitten I have ever come across, and does she love her adopted mamma. I have never had a cat that greets me at the door for cuddles the way that this one does – sufficed to say, I am besotted.
On another note, I began physio about a month ago too – I have been having niggling pain in my back for ages and have been, diligently, ignoring it until it got to a point where it wouldn’t go away and it was affecting my ability to do simple things – like dry my feet when I get out of the shower, so I called up and booked a session with a physio, which has transpired into ongoing sessions with the physio that included acupuncture and the most painful “massage’s” I have ever had. She literally “massages” my back with her elbow while small talking with me…and expects me to legibly answer her as I go red in the face while gasping for oxygen and making indentations in the “massage” (torture) table with my clenched fingers while, simultaneously, trying to stop myself from launching through the roof and subsequent 30 floors of the building.
The acupuncture is easy peasy in comparison.
Anyways, as a rule, I am allowed only swimming as exercise, which has now been extended to light yoga and sitting on a stationary bike for 20 minutes (thank god for Netflix is all I’m saying about this one). Today, my swimming session was followed by a very tough 10 minute sauna session. Hard life, innit.
Jean and I spent a weekend in Edinburgh this last weekend, which was fantastic – if you havent been, you should go! Shan’t go too much into it (because I couldnt be arsed to give more details than this…sorry folks), but, apparently, we bought the Scotland chill back with us, because London has gone arctic this week. I’ve reached the point where I dont care if the gas bill is going to cost me the equivalent of my annual salary, as long as the heating is on, life is good. Also, who says cats need to go outside – going outside requires leaving a window open, and under no circumstances shall a window be open for more time than it requires to (quickly) replenish the air flow in the house, and then it shall be closed – with haste, and an impressive slam.
On the bright side, everything is delightfully christmassy which is my favourite part of this time of year. This weekend Im going Mary Claus on the house…not that I have high hopes that the christmas tree will survive longer than a day with Eevee in the house. Her favourite toys do include, after-all, rolly cigarette filters (she actually steals these from Jean or from his bag and runs away with them because she knows we’ll take them away from her), a catnip mouse, a potted plant, Jean’s laptop bag, Jemima – and anything that is not specifically a toy but that can be played with especially if she should not be playing with it…like christmas decorations. Her favourite toys are definitely NOT anything that is specifically a cat toy.
Enough drivel for one day.