Tangled Mind

Today I have mostly been fretting about ozymandias_cat, who has had a leisure break at the v-e-t due to constipation and being Not Himself. Vet was concerned about his laboured breathing, but I suspect this was stress -- it was very busy, vet was running an hour late and there were babies and frantic kitties and a Great Dane. Oz explained in great detail what he was going to do to each of them once he got out of his basket. He is not a timid patient.

Anyway, nothing showed up on blood tests, and naturally his appetite and bounce returned as soon as he had an audience. He is home now (they wanted to keep him in overnight, but I was plaintive, so he's back here on special luxury diet and strict instructions not to go out): back to v-e-t tomorrow afternoon.

Nearly had fresh cyclist to go with gooshy food, as someone decided to overtake me on the right, turning left, at a roundabout where I was going straight on. (No signalling from either party, but then *I* wasn't turning ...)

Anyway, we are going to have a quiet night in, perusing the Petplan website.

ozymandias_cat is stalking things that aren't there I can't see. Several different things. In different parts of the room. He is quite nervous about them all, poor kitty.

Ozy is not generally a lap-cat, but today he decided he'd like to sit on my lap (purring like mad and being stroked). I had my legs braced against the bed so he wouldn't slide off. And now my knees are hurting from his GREAT WEIGHT.