What a difference a day makes!
Social services relented and care has been restored. My husband came home yesterday afternoon, in good shape. The more huggable of our two regular carers came in the evening to put him to bed, so I hugged her. The diabetic nurse came for the evening injection – I had worried about whether the message would reach her. Everything seems to be back in place.
The cat is in a bad way, in that her right front leg is unusable. She is making a good job of hobbling about three-legged. Presumably she and the bean pot came hurtling down from that high shelf together. She doesn't seem to me to be in distress or pain when she is sitting still. She will let me stroke and even fondle the affected leg without protest. Her appetite is unaffected. I really don't see what a vet could do for her.
She seemed surprised and rather pleased to find both of us in bed last night, She has her faults, but she has always been an admirable bed-cat.
I'll re-think medical attention if she continues like this into next week, but it is a week unusually packed with event, kicking off on Monday with a visit by me to my consultant at which I expect to discuss my future vis a vis Warfarin. And I can only leave the house when a carer is here.
Perdita has always had a strong predilection for heights, and especially for high shelves on which there are things which might profitably be knocked off. Alexander and Ketki came here on Thursday, before going to the hospital. While they were here she climbed onto my shoulder and from there, jumped to the top of the door. He took this picture to show my husband.
Progress around the long circumference of the Dunfallandy blankie has been resumed and should advance steadily as I spend time sitting with him.
By now we've all presumably seen the three new colours of Kate Davies' unspellable and unpronounceable yarn (I refuse to make the effort). What we are all waiting for, surely, is her first sweater designs for it. It's lovely stuff, all right. And she's right, the colours go beautifully together,
[As we are also waiting for the announcement of a publication date for the Vintage Shetland Project. I continue to feel a bit annoyed about that one.]