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cat scratch fever

21 Thursday May 2020

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WTF. I bought this cat scratch tower thingy last September and now look at it. Eight months later and it’s been totally ripped to shreds (mostly by Luna; Loki still prefers the back of the sofa and Morcilla has all but destroyed my office chair). But as you can see, it’s only the posts that have been shredded. The rest of the stand still stands and is in more or less good condition. I wish these companies would sell replacement posts for these things because they’re not cheap to replace. It’s a shame to throw this whole thing away, and in any case I can’t afford to replace it. But posts at, say 10€ each, would be a reasonable option and would also mean less waste.

Probably the only one who will miss it would be Luna, so it’s not exactly “essencial”, but Luna has so few things she loves (she’s such a weirdo) that I will leave it here until she actually destroys the cardboard posts themselves (which she did with the previous tower) and the whole thing collapses. But at least the previous one lasted a year and a half. Cats, eh?

 

caturday may 16 2020

16 Saturday May 2020

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This is my dude. I wake up to this big guy stretched out next to me with his head on my pillow, like he owns the bed. The other two come and visit me while I’m in bed, but Loki is the only one who spends the entire night. It’s his time to get in ALL the cuddles.

When I had the first trio of cats they all slept with me, in my single bed, which I have to admit was a bit challenging. I’d often wake up in some sort of pretzel position with cats filling in the gaps. Then I moved and got a bigger bed, and so that was a bit more comfortable.

But there was a definite heirarchy. Lua got to sleep on my head, her son Sunny slept at my feet, and Azar would curl up along my side. When Lua died Azar wasted no time taking over the coveted pillow position, and Sunny moved up to the middle of the bed. But after Sunny left us and I found Loki as a companion for Azar… well, Azar was having none of that. I was his human, that was HIS pillow, and his bed.

So Loki never had a chance to sleep in my bed. Until Azar passed away. By that time Luna had also joined the family, but of course Azar totally ruled the bed by then, so the other two had to find somewhere else to sleep. But as soon as Loki realised Azar was gone, this was his chance. He started visiting during the night, the visits started lasting longer… finally he was IN.

Luna has always been a bit of a weirdo loner, but she does like bed visits. On her terms, when she wants them. But she has never spent the whole night with me. And Morcilla? It kills me but that this little girl, my heart of hearts, refuses to sleep in my bed. I blame Loki. I reckon if it was just me and Morcilla she’d be cuddling up with me every night. Especially as she spends every night curled up on either my comfy chair or my office chair, you know, the ones that are mine and smell like me. And she’s very possessive about me during the day. I think she is biding her time. She doesn’t like to share.

So yes, there is a whole other Sharing The Human routine for daytime, but we can talk about that another time.

dodging raindrops and taking my time

13 Wednesday May 2020

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One hour before this shot, and about an hour and a half after, it was totally bucketing down with rain, but I managed to find a quick sunny hour to do my rooftop walk. It’s been like this a couple of days this week, so I can’t complain because I thought I wasn’t going to be able to take any walks at all. The other thing is that cooler temps are back with the rain, so I still haven’t had to use the aircon, thus saving some €€€.

I don’t want to say that living in confinement has become easy, but if you don’t fight it then you end up just going along with each day and carping the diem. Because I can’t really plan much, my days are more about the quality of them, how much I enjoy them, rather than on being productive, setting goals etc. Am I crazy to think that if I keep on with this relaxed come-what-may attitude then I might get back in touch with… me? And thus get a clearer idea of what I should do next?

Things I haven’t been doing… making up biz plans for “whenever” or “whatever”, taking online courses, giving online courses, reading books, making travel-food videos to sell online, making podcasts to promote my biz, listening to podcasts, writing “lockdown” articles to try and sell (or for that matter writing anything to try and sell), losing weight.

Things I have been doing… getting up WHENEVER. Cooking. Drinking wine. Being online a lot with social media and chats, reading articles. Exercising (walks and workouts). A bit of tv, some housework, the occasional (mostly accidental) nap, enjoying my cats. And letting my imagination run free.

It feels a bit like being in a state of incubation (possibly an unfortunate term to use right now) with ideas just floating around and waiting to see which ones will develop and hatch. This is a much more passive me, I usually want to get out there and get stuff done, have a plan, make things happen. But for the moment I’m just going with this, because something is telling me this is the way for me to go. Stay tuned!

lemony

11 Monday May 2020

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Got a supermarket delivery on Saturday and discovered that instead of sending me the 3 lemons I’d ordered they sent 3 KILOS of lemons (!!!). Well I mean, what on earth does someone quarantined on their own do with 3 fucking kilos of lemons? So of course I did the wise thing and asked Twitter, specifically requesting that no one mention lemonade.

Gotta say there were some very interesting ideas, mostly for lemony baked goods, preserves and jams, and lots of mentions of gin. Sadly or otherwise I hardly ever eat sweet things and, ever since The Unfortunate Incident with gin when I was a teenager, I can barely be in the same room with a gin and tonic. Then someone suggested freezing the lemon juice in ice cube trays for future use, but I don’t actually own any ice cube trays (something that must be remedied, along with getting a potato masher, a rolling garlic press and a muffin tin for making yorkshire puddings).

Anyhow… that same someone also said I could freeze sliced lemon and just add them to drinks as required. Bingo! Because since the warm weather hit I’ve gone back to my usual 1 litre of lemon water per day, which is why I’d ordered those damn 3 lemons in the first place (good thing I didn’t order 6!). Frozen lemon slices are perfect for my needs, but of course there isn’t space in my freezer for 3 (fucking) kilos of sliced lemons.

As luck would have it, my friend Lucy is having her hair done at a place around the corner from me today, so when I take out the rubbish I will drop off a bag of lemons for her. Apparently her Bakewell Tart is famous and lemon curd is the magic ingredient. Win-win.

Glad that’s sorted! And I’m sure this has all been just as exhausting for you as it was for me. 🙂