Off the hook

It was the cats' fault. When M came home yesterday, he had to stop in the middle of the driveway. They were both doing impressions of Bambi on ice. When he tried to go again, the car made its own impression.


No disaster, though. I managed to get a ride to the very important choir practice. Of course, I had to walk the four hundred metres to the road first. In the dark. Preferably without impressions. And I forgot some of my notes. But I managed.

Dear Matte,

The new clock is stupid. It doesn't have enough dinner. Put back the old one.

Not particularly yours,
Byzans and Loffe

We had an unexpected visitor the other day. The cats were very excited. It was hopping slowly along the kitchen wall, probably looking for somewhere to hide. Byzans was determined to find it wherever it went.

Admittedly, neither M nor I were appealed the idea of trying to sleep with that commotion going on, so we said: "Sorry, Frog, but off you go", and M managed to catch it and throw it out.

I have no idea how it found its way in.

I came back from Bohuslän a few days ago. It was a very nice trip, but I missed M and the cats all the time. At least I got to see my brother and sister-in-law.

Nice weather though, even if the winds were strong.

No internet :)

M took off for Dorotea this morning (work-related). I expected him to be home tonight, but it turned out he needed to stay. So now I have the house to myself, and Loffe and Byzans.

I would have liked to say that I enjoy being alone for a change, but I really don't. It doesn't matter what I do: it would have been more fun with M there, even it what we do is sit each at our own desk and occasionally say something. Not that I talk to myself, that's not what I meant (should I?).

The cats are tiptoeing about, probably very aware that Husse didn't come home when he should. But as long as Matte doesn't worry...

Dear Byzans,

I'm sorry, I really can't run don and up and open the door for your every whim. You were so anxious to get back inside not long ago. You can wait for a little while. The garden will still be there, I promise.

love,
Matte

The cats have been delivered to the hotel in Timrå. I miss them already.

They say that a surprising amount of the total data that's being transmitted around the world makes up pictures of cats. I have started to suspect that among the first to install teleports will be those who provide temporary lodgings for pets...

(That said, the roads were awful. And I lost my way)

Dear Loffe,

Stay away from the main road

Love,
Matte and Husse

Yesterday didn't start well. I expected breakfast at the usual hour, Matte put some down for Byzans, and then she took me into the bathroom. I had to wait until she finished her shower, before I could get out. At that point, Byzans had finished her food.

I didn't get to take my walk either, and I got no comebackin treats. Eventually, Matte took a cage and put me inside it. Then I heard her give Byzans more food!

So, was this the vet? Sometomes vets say you can't have any food. Matte eats anyway, of course.

It turned out I was right. It was the vet, and it was a long trip, as it usually is. The first thing we met on arrival was a big nasty dog, but Matte took me to a different spot without dogs, to wait.

The examination room was nice. There was a window in one end, but the windowsill was too narrow to sit on. I tried the window in the other end instead, but I couldn't look out of it. Before i had found anything else to look out of, the nurse arrived. She actually put a stick up my behind! I told her I don't do that kind of thing, but she didn't listen.

I must have gained rank, because I got two vets this time. They took a very long time to prod my head, my tummy and my tail, and finished by splashing something in my eye. The nurse came back, and splashed some more. The last splash wasn't so bad, I suppose...

It was after that the real humiliation started. The nurse took off the the fur on a part of my tail! Now I have a ridiculous little rat tail, with a tiny tuft at the end. I would have left there and then, if Matte hadn't been holding me. I have told her that I don't like being held, but she forgets sometimes.

The vet prodded some more, and the nurse soaked my tail. Then it sounded like we were finally going home, but no, not until they had put a lamp on my head. It almost didn't fit in the cage. I finally managed to take it off, but Matte put it back as soon as we were home.

I don't know when I will be able to show myself outside. Not with the lamp, that's obvious. The bullfinches won't let me hear the end of it. I wonder what the mice will say about the tail?

Poor Byzans

She was chasing her tail in the bathroom, and it was making some especially quick maneuvers to escape her, but she almost had it. Then, suddenly, it climbed the wall, and disppeared.

The poor little cat sat for a long while, looking up, trying to figure out where it had gone.