My plan for this weekend was to get a new, carefully crafted and informative article written for the blog. Those plans have been thwarted by my new next-door neighbour’s cat which must have snuck in to my flat when I was paying the window cleaner this lunchtime, so a hastily written missive will have to suffice for now.
I don’t know where it had been hiding between getting in to the flat and appearing in my livingroom but I was just settling down with my laptop to get on with some writing when the door swung open and in walked the cat. I still can’t decide which of us seemed the more surprised to notice the other.
Twenty minutes later, having closed every other door in the flat and found something heavy enough to wedge the front door open, I finally managed to shoo it out only for it to run back between the wheels of my wheelchair as I paused on the doorstep to greet two elderly neighbours. The cat seemed to have completely dissappeared and it took ten minutes for me to notice its whiskers poking out from under the bed. Nothing I could do to coax, scare or even poke it out with a walking stick could convince it to leave again.
Thankfully as I was reaching the point of total collapse a neighbour noticed my front-door ajar and shouted through to ask if everything was ok. He gallantly volunteered to extracate the now hissing, spitting cat, getting badly scratched in the process, while I sat there useless and apologised profusely for all the mobility aids, emergency drinks, snacks, medication, wayward tissues and other detritus stashed under the bed that he had to rummage his way through to get to it. (You don’t realise just quite how much embarrasing clutter can acrue under one bed until a bloke you barely know is lying on his stomach with his head stuck under there.)
Thankfully the cat has gone (at least for now) and I’m off to bed now to crash for the next day or so, sniffling and scratching with allergies from the cat hair all over my bedroom, with the window slightly open to get rid of the catty smell. (Please don’t climb back in through the window! Please don’t climb back in through the window!)
Looks like I’ll have to dose up on anti-histamines until I can sweet-talk a carer into pulling everything out from under the bed and deploying a hoover to get rid of the cat fur. Lets hope that that’s the only thing my feline friend has left under there for me ;0)
I hope this post finds you all as well as you can be.
Yours sneezily, till next time.