You should see my Christmas
tree. No, perhaps you shouldn’t. It was cute at first, watching Harley shin up
the centre knocking baubles flying while she fought with straw owls and became
entangled in the lights.
Oh how we laughed as the tree
swayed back and forth and bells jingled. It’s wearing a bit thin now. Like the
tree. All the baubles have been moved to the top quarter of the tree and the
lower branches are naked and most of them are flattened and drooping. I keep
bending them back into shape, but resistance is futile.
It is the most ridiculous
looking Christmas tree I’ve ever seen. But just one look at those bright eyes
peeking out at me from behind a wildly swinging bauble just melts my heart. Who
needs a perfect tree when we have this little cutie? Not us!
Fizz is much too ladylike to
climb artificial trees (although she’s quite good at removing lights from
windows). She watches her little sister with disbelief. But she absolutely
loves her and now they sleep together on my bed. She keeps her in line too. If
Harley tries to nick one of Fizz’s Dreamies cat treats, she puts her paw on her head and
holds her back.
Harley was amazed to see herself and Fizz on the computer screen!
We've been keeping a seat warm at the vet's this month. Indy
was on antibiotics for three weeks for a cough, which improved, but got to a
stage and got no better. He’s now on a pill which perks up elderly dogs and acts as a bronchodilator. He’s also
on a new painkiller to have alongside the anti-inflammatory.
It has been taking me the
best part of an hour and sometimes longer to get all his pills/food/insulin
sorted out in the mornings mainly because he’s been refusing to eat and he can’t
have some of his medicine or his insulin on an empty stomach (apart from the medicine he has to have half an hour before food). So I’ve been spoon
feeding him with help from Harley.
This morning I made him
porridge and crushed up some of his dry dog food and mixed it in. I didn’t have
to spoon feed him, raise his bowl or anything. He dived in and ate the lot!
Mind you, all this time he’s been fussing about his food, he’s still managed to
climb up in the chair to pinch the kittens’ food and lick their bowls clean!
But then, Harley helps him to
eat his food, so that’s okay!
But Fizzy is still his best
mate!
