High winds to wake up to on Tuesday morning.
It wasn’t ideal that the waking up time was 5am.
The loft bedroom visibly shakes when anything around 15mph blows in from Brightlingsea and up the estuary.
It sometimes visibly shakes mid-summer as well.
Boom boom.
Tuesday was a little odd. It was all about having the kittens spayed and chipped.
I really didn’t want to do this. I’m still pretty cut up after having the responsibility of making the quality of life decision for the poor mad cat over the summer ðŸ™
But the last thing we need right now is some randy Tom Cat trying to knob the kittens and getting them up the duff.
Anna was away in South London. Which left me on snip snip duty.
Happy #hythe, innit #Colchester pic.twitter.com/KDRGT8EAtU
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) November 22, 2016
I caught the train into the Hythe, carrying the most ridiculous cat carrier. I could have quite easily had a couple of baby elephants in there.
We seem to have made over a dozen trips to the vets in the past four months or so. Some of them have been incredibly happy, others have ended in uncontrollable tears.
And so I found myself sitting in the exact same seat where I was with a very ill mad cat back in August, waiting to see the very same vet who helped me to make that final life decision.
The vet is LOVELY, mind.
I signed the consent forms, and then tried not to think about what was to come.
I walked to the pool and put in a laboured swim.
Butterfly Man was ploughing up and down the fast lane. I took a little solace in seeing that his super human feats don’t quite reach to a full on butterfly boy. Every other stroke and he has to put in some freestyle.
West Ham Wanker approached me in the spa, and said:
“My wife has fat ankles.”
He then disappeared.
Funny old fella.
With no bicycle I walked all the way back home. I took it as an opportunity to carry out a hit and miss estuary wilds photo shoot.
Rather blustery out there. But BEAUTIFUL, all the same #Wivenhoe pic.twitter.com/sauRyrsZUo
— Wivenhoe Forum (@WivenhoeForum) November 22, 2016
It was bloody barren out there.
What remains of the blackberries have now slipped out of the autumn of their life. I fear for them as they enter the final winter stages of their season.
Work was very light for Tuesday. We’ve got another webinar tomorrow with some pretty major design models moving forward being shared.
I made the most of a kitten-less house to crack on with some of the tasks that are impossible when they are around.
I watered my 16 year-old prize cactus. The kittens think that part of the game is to attack it and dig for water.
A little admin followed. Sorting out the company accounts for South Lambeth Road is becoming something of a pain.
I booked the painters to start in the communal hall areas for the New Year.
We had some decent funding news for Colne Radio late afternoon. I think that it is still embargoed…
And then the call came to head back to the Hythe to collect Daisy and Dotty [stop it.]
My pussies were shaved ðŸ™
They were looking a little sorry for themselves. I talked to them throughout the train journey home.
I have become a Mad Cat Person.
They soon found their feet once again in the house. Both of them polished off a plate of post-op food.
The remainder of Tuesday was spent on Kitten Watch, with half an eye on the Spuz and L******er matches.