Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 22c/72f with a predicted high of 23c/73f and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “I’ve been told the fucking clouds taste like snozzleberries, which are dicks, if you weren’t fucking sure.” So now you know!
Around here, it’s a catch-all for checking and cleaning litter trays, putting out fresh wet food and checking the bowls of dry, flavourless bits, and checking the water bowls. There’s usually some fussing and skritches involved too, and growling if it’s Muffin!
I’m sorry for the bittersweetness of the day, but I am glad they got to celebrate 30 years and you got some pre-tarrif coffee out of it.
When my mum was alive, she hated the idea of it too, she viewed it as some kind of forced jollity so instead, I’d cook something at home for the two of us and we’d go out for dinner somewhere nice at a different time. She used to say she didn’t want to be “wheeled out with the oldies”!
Cookie I hope Mrs Cookie gets to see a doc soonest!
Awww…can’t beat a bit of quality outside time with a mog, especially if there are bats to watch too.
Sounds like you had such a lovely day, and were perfectly spoiled just as you deserve to be.
We had a fun day out yesterday - arrived in Wakefield after taking two trains to get there, walked down to our accommodation and then found that 'im indoors had booked somewhere that wasn’t actually a proper hotel, it was keyless entry apartments which meant we couldn’t get in early to leave our stuff and head off to the event we wanted to be at. A quick call to the management service got us in half an hour ahead of check-in time so that was not too bad. Quick change of clothes and we headed off to Venue 23. Never been there before, it was quite a nice venue for bands. We have a lot of gig friends from around the country, we don’t see them any other time, so it’s nice to bump into them when we do. Yesterday we saw a couple of friends from down south and then when we got inside the venue, bumped into a Welsh DJ friend and his wife who we often only see at the WinterStorm festival in Scotland! Anyway bands were excellent, the beer was good, fun was had and during the evening we slipped out for a curry at a local restaurant recommended by the doorman!
After the music was done, we strolled back towards our lodgings and stopped off at a bar where we got a drink and sat outside watching the comings and goings of the town centre on a Saturday night. There were a couple of very impressively dressed drag queens outside a bar just down from where we were sitting, and they were getting compliments on their outfits from lots of people.
Despite the bars and clubs being busy, we weren’t disturbed by the noise very much, and had a fairly decent sleep. I was up early, had a long hot shower (always a pleasure because our shower is broken so I’ve been using a bathtap attachment instead) and a quiet cup of tea while I waited for 'im indoors to surface.
We checked out and followed the directions for a local café, pretty hard to find one on a Sunday, the area is blessed with a plethora of coffee shops but nowhere that does proper food. After a decent meal, we meandered back to the railway station and made our way back home. The cats were roused from their snoozes when we got home, and decided to tell us they’d not had any food for days…despite messages from the catsitter telling me otherwise.
I do have a bit of a Muffin dilemma though - the catsitter said last night that Muffin had been sick on her blankie so I told her to leave it unless Muffin had retreated to the bookcase as she would very likely lash out if anyone tried to move the blankie or clean it up. Today she is still in the same place so neither of us has been able to move the blankie. It’s not a massive issue but does need to go in the wash…I could wait for her to move away or I could try to pull the blankie out from under her. Don’t really want to wait, but also don’t want to stress her and potentially cause myself injuries by fighting her for the bloomin’ thing! I think I’ll wait…