A sharp frost and fussy eaters for Wednesday morning.
The frost didn’t really lift all day; the kittens had a similar run in not eating any of their wet food.
I’m not too worried. They are still shovelling up the dry stuff, and then shitting it out the other end.
#lolcats, etc.
It was mainly a morning of errands and earning for me. I slipped in and out of the house, as the work schedule dictated.
Mr Boiler Man did the business at luncheon.
Apologies friends and lovers for stinking somewhat over the past two days.
I had a trip to the vets to pick up the worming fluid. I’ll leave it to Anna to administer.
And then the lovely Pet Shop Girl came round to drop off some industrial size bags of food and litter.
Like I said - shovelling it up, and then shitting it out.
Whaddyamean my life currently evolves around kittens?
Buggering off back to South London in the morning.
Hurrah!