A non-blogging friend sent me a link to this little animation yesterday and it made me laugh. Many years ago, the night I decorated the Christmas tree I was woken by an enormous crash. When I ran into the living room, I found the tree on its side, numerous broken ornaments and a huge mess. The cat I had then had crawled up inside the tree and had managed to pull it over. I’ve never had a large tree since. Small trees that can be put on a table or the piano, out of kitty reach, seem like a much safer alternative. That said, we haven’t even got close to putting up a tree yet. Maybe this weekend.
No stitching happened on Tuesday. My wrist is feeling marginally better, so I’m sort of hoping that I can maybe take a stitch or two this evening. I’ve got to be careful though, and may just have to accept that I can’t do too much for another few days.
Smudge is less jaundiced and has put on another third of a pound. It’s pretty clear now that we’ll be syringe feeding him for the next couple of months. The vet was pleased with his progress, and we go back again next Tuesday for another antibiotic shot, weigh-in and so that they can check his colour. He was relaxing Tuesday night, in true Smudge fashion.
Lester has been staying cozy and warm in a kitty bed.