What a performance! We couldn't feed Willum later than 7pm last night, and couldn't let him out either (in case he got hungry and ate the odd mouse or three). I can't lock the cat flap because it needs looking at and doesn't work properly. Since it's at floor level, that rules out any repairing by me! We found a plastic crate thing that if stood on end, blocked off the cat flap very nicely. Since Willum is not stupid when it comes to escaping, we couldn't rely solely on that to keep him in. Lynne and John came last night, so we got him nicely settled on John's lap and shut all communicating doors! It wasn't too bad until it came to bedtime, then he was determined to escape from Alcatraz! Of course he couldn't and I felt so sorry for him because he must have wanted to go to the loo before bed, as he always does. In the ten years that we've had him I've never , ever, seen him go to the toilet at all. I assume he does, as he hasn't exploded yet! Emma was determined to get me up this morning and kept head butting me from 7am till 7.30, when I could stand it no longer. I bought her downstairs where all three of them immediately wanted breakfast! I really did feel sorry for Willum then. He must have been busting to go out, and since he hadn't had his bedtime snack he must have been so hungry. I let him out into the hall and he rushed up to flomp out in bed with Arthur. Emma and Boomer had a good breakfast and went out in to the sunshine for a spell. Having got up earlier than intended I managed to do some washing, have two cups of tea, and clean and refill the water cooler. It was then that I saw where Willum had attempted and failed the big escape. A large stretch of my kitchen window sill had been cleared into the sink, including my African violet and my large china pot that I keep all my cooking utensils in. He had obviously seen the daylight, and thought he could tunnel out through the window! He must have been frantic. Ah! We managed to get him into the vets on time and he is now in Barnsley, being, or waiting to be, operated on. We have to pick him up (all being well) at 4 o/c. Oh dear! more taxi troubles. Will let you know how he is when we bring him home.
My picture is in complete contrast to the one I posted previously. Not me this time, but Mummy on board the liner, on her way home from the States.
4 comments:
Oh Leetra, poor, poor Willum and poor you. I do hope his operation goes well and that his teeth are also sparkling when he comes home. (all ready for the odd mouse or three!)
I still have not managed to get into the last two blogs, I will try once again and if not I shall leave my comment here :O)
And you said your blog would be boring, because nothing ever happens to you!!!
ha ha! I agree with Sandie. I seem to be the one struggling for content :O)
Aaaaw, bless big softie Willum.
I have never seent that photo of Gran before, how lovely. :0)
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