Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

First of all, news of Mr R T Furball. The blood tests weren't 100 per cent conclusive but the vet decided there was enough there, with the symptoms, to go ahead and treat him for hyperthyroidism. So he's been on meds for the past week and it seems to be working, he's lost the "OMG I MUST EAT ALL THE THINGS ALL THE TIME" behaviour. The downside is this treatment isn't a cure, it's a "meds for life" deal. Hmf. Which is going to make figuring out what to do when I go away interesting but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. We'll pass briefly over how much money this is going to cost per month too.

However, the other downside is it's NOT stopped the throwing up behaviour I originally took him into the vets for. I say "throwing up" but often he doesn't actually produce anything, he just retches violently. So far, this seems to be occurring once every week. So long as it doesn't escalate, I'll wait until the next scheduled appointment (May 1st) before squeaking anxiously to the vet. I have to say though, Rob's fine in himself - bright eyed, alert, happy, yowly, purry and furry - all the usual signs of a healthy cat! *scritches the purring lump curled up next to her*

Life update - no news on the work front. Socially, I'm a busy bee atm. Tomorrow I'm meeting up with someone I used to know when I was dating Mike, one of the Cambridge mob. Will be good to have a good ol' gossip and catch up with what's been going on with that crew.

Friday I'm digging even further back into the past and meeting up with Vicky, who I knew at middle school. We reconnected (by accident!) on Facebook and have decided Lunch Must Be Done. So I'll be in Hornsey on Friday for rapid fire gossip and food scoffing during her lunch break :)

And then Monday I'm back up in Cambridge for another meeting with my finance adviser and I'll be having lunch with Julian, another chap I knew from dating Mike - he was Mike's house mate :) I am well out of the loop on what he's been up to so that'll be fun. All I know is he's about to be first time father any week now :)

Lastly, have a picture! I took this when I was on one of my really-should-do-this-more-often walks. This is Blueboy, a shire foal who was 4 days old when this pic was taken. Isn't he a handsome chap?

My cat is dim. He caught a fat mouse on Monday and brought it in to play with. Smart mouse played dead, dim cat got bored. So it was that five minutes before I was due to scamper off to Chess, I spotted a furry brown mousey scuttling across the carpet.

The cat was yelled at to get rid of that bloody mouse by the time I got back...

Monday night and Tuesday passed, no sign of mouse, no furry corpse or pieces of meeces anywhere. I offer up a prayer Rob had eaten the thing. Last night, just before I went to bed, guess what I saw scuttling across the carpet? Towards a snoozing cat who couldn't even be bothered to open one eye and look at what was squeaking?

*headdesks*

He got yelled at to sort out that bloody mouse, after I'd spent five fruitless minutes trying to catch it. I stomped off to the bathroom and when I came out, Rob was standing over the motionless furry body of the mouse. Hurrah, I said, and told Rob he was a good boy. Went to grab some kitchen towel, picked up the mouse...and it squeaked loudly and indignantly and tried to escape.

Once I'd recovered from the fright and re-caught the mousey, I calmed it down so that it wouldn't wriggle and hurt itself and then I took it outside. It was a cute mouse and we both agreed my cat was stupid. Last I saw, it was scampering off towards the shelter of the nearby hedge. I dare say it was cat bait by morning but hopefully a smarter cat than mine caught it :P

In other news, have some pretty pictures. These are seriously amazing and would make good wallpapers too :)

http://discovermagazine.com/photos/01-each-grain-of-sand-a-tiny-work-of-art