Propping up a dodgy memory

I haven't been doing much at all in the way of long form blogging here, but over on Facebook the perilous adventures of TribbleJ are well documented. After he broke two (more) glasses in less than 24 hours over new year's eve I was a broken woman and conceded that maybe one day he might have to go back to the Cat Haven from whence he sprang. It's too much to recreate all of the fun and games here, but I wanted to cobble together some of my notes on where we are and where we might go.

I'm way overdue for a cat health report, but I'm inspired by this morning's trip to the vet to try and get it all down. Warning: Contains a lot of wee and poo. This is mainly a record for me rather than an exercise in deliberate sharing.

Do I speak French? No I do not. But I do have Buffy pictures.

Tomorrow is the day we bring Buffy our new Ragdoll kitten home. She’ll be about 10-11 weeks so still plenty small enough for kittenish mischief. On the way I’ll pop into my psychiatrist for a 6 month review. I highly recommend following all shrink visits with kitten acquisitions.