So how has Christmas been for you so far? Grand, I hope.
Mine has surpassed my expectations. I had expected to enjoy myself, but I have been having a simply lovely time, far more social and far more fun than anticipated.
Drinks with neighbours; meals with neighbours; walks with neighbours; Carols with neighbours. This has been a very local Christmas.
MasterB and I still have our house guest, Cookie Cat, though MasterB seems to have decided that like fish, three days is more than long enough to have this guest staying. We are now at day four, and the cracks are starting to show. However, we have her for about another three, and I hope there will be some rapprochement and no repeat of MasterB’s growling of last night.
It works best when they occupy the flat in shifts; one in, one out. Both are out at the moment. I hope when I go to fetch MasterB shortly that Cookie will come in too and there’ll be none of that Who-Do-You-Think-You’re-Following? attitude from MasterB.
Cookie is being very meek, and has definitely understood this is his territory; submitting to him shoving her out of the way to eat her food without a murmur. It’s a complete contrast to their outdoor relationship where she seems to have the upper paw.
But for all his boorish behaviour, I would still say MasterB is very good. He has raised a paw to her, but there has been no actual fighting, and I am sure most cats would not have put up with Cookie’s presence at all. I shudder to think how Cat would have reacted if she come here while he was in charge.
Somehow this post has turned out to be all about cats which was not my intention.
Last night I had a worrying call from Aunt to say that Uncle Bill has had a fall and had to go to hospital for x-rays. He was allowed home and no bones were broken, but his knee was badly swollen and he sounded, in Aunt’s opinion, not his usual buoyant self when he called her.
Tonight I had another call from her to say he sounds a lot happier, and says he is not dying yet. From our conversation it seems as though he was more upset at being prescribed anti-biotics. In his ninety-fourth year, this is the first time he has ever had them, and he was not pleased. However, as his body has no immunity to them they are having an immediate effect on his knee and it sounds as though he’ll be out and about again in no time.
But if you are passing Saintfield, drop in with a book for him. With his mobility compromised he is getting in some quality reading time. Time to follow his example and repair to bed with my book.