So where to start?
The first thing that happened on Saturday morning was that I woke up.
It was a little unusual, because Betty was not attempting to sit on my head.
I didn't really think anything of it, pottered down to the bathroom, had a conversation with Simpkin about his breakfast (re: the late arrival thereof) on the way, had a wee, washed my hands ... (possibly too much information, but bear with me, I'm scene-setting) ...
And realised that I could hear a cat crying outside.
"Oh dear!" I thought.
They have those little magnet things attached to their collars to make their cat flap open for them and periodically they lose them. So I thought "silly bugger, she's locked herself out" and continued pottering down to the kitchen, tea-ward.
Opened the back door. Called Betty. No cat. Just an increase in wailing.
Went out and looked around the yard. No cat. Lots of wailing.
Then Cat Hating Neighbour appeared and said "It's stuck under my gate".
Looked over the wall and there she was, lodged (which is such a fantastic word when associated with "tunnel of goats" but less so when associated with your kitten) under Cat Hating Neighbour's back gate in to the alley.
She was really, really stuck and had clearly been there a long time - perhaps all night. She's scratched off claws on both of her back feet and has badly bruised her back. I know that someone lets their dog out to run in the entry and I wonder if perhaps she was making a swift exit; a few weeks ago she'd probably have been able to get through, but she's just got too big.
It took the combined efforts of me and Cat Hating Neighbour to try to wedge the gate up a bit - because it drops when you open it - and then push her through the way she was going. There was literally no other way to do it and it was obvious that I was hurting her really badly. It was horrible and I was terrified that I'd broken her pelvis.
Cat Hating Neighbour broke her spade wedging it underneath the door, which I am viewing as poetic justice for her continual Cat Hating; she did help in a very practical fashion though, bless her, and I am very grateful.
I think Betty's okay - she is almost back to her usual self today, jumping in to the sink etc. etc., so no lasting problems. If she was no better today I was going to take her to the vet, but she seems fine.
I have a shed load of filing and invoicing to do that I've been putting off for about a month.
We really do have exciting stuff in the Moving To The Country department but I don't want to blog about it until I've had a word with our financial guy to see if it's practically possible or just a pipe dream.
Tuesday, 2 May 2006
So where to start?