Expression 32: Baleful
To truly illustrate how much Ambridge loathes going to the vet, I need to go back a few months to when she stopped eating.
To be clear, Ambridge does not wish to stop eating. She is what one pet website politely terms “food-focused”, to the extent that I had to replace her automatic cat feeder with the feline equivalent of Fort Knox, sourced by H when she mastered how to burgle and eat its predecessor’s contents in five minutes flat. Continue reading
The ongoing saga of my cat and her health problems/life problems has been quiet of late, for all manner of good reasons. Ambridge has fully grasped going in and out without being attacked by feral cats, and it’s been at least a month since I last had to rescue her from the roof with a fold-up Ikea chair. Continue reading
The last few weeks have seen the breakage or the loss of a frankly ridiculous amount of my things, to the point that my mother looked at me with genuine concern on Easter Monday and asked if I was quite well.
These include an iPad, half a cheesecake, a dishwasher, a washer dryer, a blender, a hand-held vacuum, my relationship and also, my cat. Continue reading