January 2012 (4)
Today Spencer took the Bentley in for its regular service. Shock, horror! The wretched thing needed new brake shoes, brake pads, shock absorbers the lot! I think it is time for a new car, the amount this one is costing, but Spencer says no. This car is delaying my chance of getting the Manor kitchen finished any time soon. I had planned a trip to a place supplying marble and granite worktops of distinction at the weekend, but with Spencer’s credit card bill mounting up, that is now out of the question. My chances of getting a new gas hob and sink also seem to be fading fast.
Never mind there is always something else to worry about and this week it is Pablo the rescue cat. Over the New Year Violet-Elizabeth noticed that he had got a bite on his side, which quickly turned nasty necessitating a trip to the Barn Animal Hospital on the Bank Holiday after New Year’s day. The injury was confirmed as a cat bite and after Spencer had settled up we decided to keep Pablo indoors for a week or two. The bite was treated successfully but at the same time the Vet weighed him only to find that he had put on yet another half a kilo. We have really been reducing the amount of food that we put down for him, and therefore couldn’t understand it.
Meanwhile we have been visited by another couple of cats from down the road who are coming in through our cat flap and making themselves at home. Pablo didn’t seem to mind too much so we deduced that probably they weren’t the ones who had bitten him. However things came to a head when we noticed a cat footprint in my newly made trifle, which fortunately had a tea towel covering it whilst the custard cooled. The cat flap was then closed again to discourage unwelcome visitors, but this of course stops Pablo going in and out too which seems a bit unfair.
Finally I was stopped by my neighbour who enquired after Pablo and his
diet. I had to confess that things were not going too well and he
informed me that Pablo had brought his two friends over to visit them, and
had managed to eat some sausages and chicken from their kitchen.
Imagine my embarrassment!