Monday motiviation 🙂
Some days it’s all about the little things. When the flatmate moved back in probably the most cumbersome thing he brought over was his electric fan, which he took apart to transport. At the beginning of summer it turned out that a couple of vital pieces were missing, a big screw that secured the pole to the base, and the doohickey that secured the fan blade to the motor. Well imagine how clever I felt when, after putting the new cat stand together in June, I thought to try one of the big screws from the old stand on the base of Peter’s fan and… hey it worked! The pole fit right in and was secure. It was actually at that moment we realised that the doohickey was also missing. Fuck. Since then the fan has been in Peter’s room, standing there half assembled, doing nothing. Until today!
… you start wearing a fucking bib to eat!
Ever since, well probably almost forever, I have never sat at the table to eat a meal when I was alone. I have always sat in my comfy chair with my feet up, either reading or watching tv while eating, and YES I KNOW this is a bad habit. Just like taking your iPhone to bed. So sue me. I do both. And when the flatmate returned there were both of us eating in our respective comfy living room seating during meals while checking out what was good on Netflix. And constantly spilling food down our fronts because, well, no table. Before when eating something especially spilly I’d tuck some paper towels into the neck of my Day PJs, elegant as always, and that seemed good enough. But was it really? So I googled adult bibs one day and omg it was sad, all kinds of medical websites and not actually any better options than a whack of paper towels. AND THEN I was in El Corte Inglés the other day and saw these light cotton aprons (6€ each) and decided, why not? Of course it’s a bit cumbersome (and hot in summer) to wear a full apron while eating, so I just cut them off at waist length, cut off the ties, and voilà. Bibs. With handy pockets for napkins. Bonus!
Poor Loki! We were having a cuddle on Sunday evening when I noticed Loki’s mouth looked a bit strange on one side. So I had a look inside his mouth and – eek! – his upper left incisor was all bloody. And so it was off to the vet’s yesterday. Always so stressful. I can never tell who gets more stressed out, me or the screaming cat – or the taxi driver who has to drive us (I always tip well) – but omg it’s awful.
Once we got to the vet’s Loki calmed down and, being the good boy he is, let Eva give him a check over and even pry his mouth open without making a fuss. And well, it’s not as bad as I had feared. The enamel on the front of his incisor has broken off but, aside from being a bit inflamed (not bloody) Eva says it should heal over. Which is GOOD NEWS as the only cat orthodontists in Spain are in Málaga and A Coruña. So Loki is taking anti-inflammatories for three days and after that I’ll keep an eye on him, with another check up in a month’s time.