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Time for sleep. A really good nights sleep.


20 Nov 2013

Abby waiting for her daddy to visit …


20 Nov 2013

I was just out hanging washing on the line and Abby was madly scrabbling at the small garden shed. Thinking we may have a Spring influx of vermin in the shed I opened it for her. She played in the boxes and was having a fun time (no vermin) when Little Miss decided to look in and see what all of the fuss was about….

Abby smartly stepped outside, nosed the door shut and pranced away with her tail in the air! The little minx. I let Little Miss out and she gave me the most heartrending look as if this was all of MY fault ….


Updated:  1:30am and I remember that I didn’t put the freshly washed clothes away ….


18 Nov 2013

Took the Little Bruiser to the vets this morning as she still had not cleaned up this eye and was having some problems jumping up and down.

The vets gave her a thorough examination, and put some dye in her eye. The claw missed her actual eyeball. There’s no damage there whatsoever. However she was given an antibiotic shot to prevent any abscesses forming near the eye.

She was also given a shot of metacam. Abby was very very good at hiding which ligament she strained, but being kept warm, inside and the anti-inflammatory should repair any strains over the next few days.


12 Nov 2013

Last weekend Julie & her hubby Ian took me out to Ingrid’s Haven; a cat no-kill rescue run by surprisingly enough a woman named Ingrid and her many minions, I mean volunteers, and housing over 200 cats.

I went specifically to look at two cats that I could give a good home to. Moshie has only one eye and has been at the Haven for most of her 5 years of life, always being passed over. Jane was relatively new to the Haven but was highly traumatized, also had only one eye and a broken jaw that had reset badly.  Both these cats needed a little extra attention which I felt in my current arrangement of being home in a quiet environment 24/7 I could offer.  Otherwise if my home wasn’t suitable for either of these, I could perhaps rescue a senior cat who is used to a quiet home and just wants a comfy lap and some company for the remainder of their days.

SO off we went. We took an age to find the place.  I think there has to be a happy middle ground somewhere between not wanting to advertise for fear of attracting those who want to dump their animals, and signposts somewhere, anywhere, for those who are legitimately coming to visit for the intent of adopting.  If I didn’t have my heart set on the two I did, we would have given up and gone to another shelter.  It took four phone calls to find the entrance of the place from the main road.

Once there, we found Moshie easily enough, and I could get her to talk to me. I was happy enough that this would work.  We went off to find Jane anyway.  Coming close to Jane was impossible. She was highly traumatized and easily bullied by the other cats.  Although it tore my heart out, I couldn’t bring Jane home with me, as Abby would bully her. Abby will bully if the other cat doesn’t stand its ground.

So it was back to Moshie.  I spent nearly two hours in the enclosure with Moshie. Unfortunately, the more comfortable she became with me, the more some really bad traits started to emerge.  She scratched me and dug claws into me to get attention. That could be worked on, that’s something I’ve dealt with before.  But she also started to violently attack any other cat that came near me.  This was the opposite extreme.  I talked it over with Julie and we both came to the conclusion that I could not bring Moshie home to Abby. Moshie would attack Abby and drive her away.

So with much disappointment in my heart, Julie and I walked amongst the other enclosures, starting with the senior cats.  There were so many cats, it was quite late in the afternoon and I had run out of capacity to judge this cat versus that cat.

We were heading back to the car with a discussion of coming back the following weekend when we stopped at one final enclosure.  Julie had spied a gorgeous juvenile cat with light tortoiseshell markings and had to say hello.  And that was when I saw her.

I saw her. She meowed at me. Heart lost. Decision made. I knew nothing about her, I had made no judgements, I just knew in my heart that she was coming home with us.

Meet Little Miss.  Official Name: Miss Appropriate.

Scottish Fold

Yes she is a Scottish Fold

So then we find out that she is new to the Haven. So new she hasn’t quite served out her 10 day mandatory waiting period yet.  So I discussed it with Julie and Ian and a second trip was planned to collect her.

On the way home we discussed many names, even plundering Google for Gaelic terms and finally decided on Miss Appropriate.  She misappropriated my heart.  She’s only seven months old, she’s as cute as can be, she wouldn’t have problems getting adopted. She was not what I went out to the shelter with all of my good intentions looking for. But she stole my heart with one look.  The same happened with Abby.  The same happened with Trouble. So I took it as a sign and she is here.

Little Miss (known as Lassie at the Haven – I was not going to call a cat Lassie!) seems to be settling in here with the most remarkable of ease.  I’ve already rung Julie once with “I’m the worst cat-mum in the world” and been calmed down.  But honestly, she is fabulous and already a lap cat.

Lap Cat

Lap Cat

Abby tried pushing her a little but Little Miss stood her ground.  She’s not attacked Abby as far as I know.  There’s been a little bristled fur when one comes upon the other unexpectedly, but it is still in the first couple of days!

Already the cats seem to be separating the house into your part and my part.  Abby has ceded the lounge to Little Miss, but Miss doesn’t come into the bedroom.  Abby has the cat tree but Miss sleeps on the dining room chairs.

Miss has already had one litter of kittens, she still has the sutures from surgery. She had no clue what curtains were, or cat toys.  So she’s slowly learning to play. She loves the cat tunnels as does Abby so I’m really hoping the two of them will play together at some point.

Fingers crossed.  She’s made so many strides in just a few days.




Oh as for the little pale tortoiseshell that Julie fell for?  Ian was very firm with their “two laps means two cats” policy. So I suspect their two existing cats are on notice to pull up their socks 🙂

Yarnbombing in my local shopping area

We had the Zoladex implant put in last Tuesday.  I’ve felt no change, the migraines are still coming as hard and heavy as always, but that as to be expected. The endocrinologist said it would be the fourth month in that we would notice any impact.  So it’s a holding pattern or waiting game for another three months.

So the only thing to change in the next three months is to watch my depression.  I’ve been working on keeping a healthy, positive attitude since Tuesday. I’ve had my stitching out and I’ve usually found time somewhere in the day to get a few stitches in each day. When I have the right piece for my current skill level, stitching is a calming, soothing and rewarding past time. I always seem to forget this when I stop stitching for a while. So I feel better for this.

Snowcake soap from Lush

Also I have been pushing myself to go out more.  Last Wednesday night one of the Lush stores in the city had an invite-only night event for their limited Christmas in July range of bath products. Although I lasted less than an hour, and needed Stephen’s assistance to get home, I still went.  I enjoyed myself and I fell in love with a soap.  Their snowflake soap is a milk soap and oh it is soooo nice.

On Sunday I went out again, and this time Stephen and I went to the movies. My first time in a cinema in nearly two years. We went to a Bean Bag screening of Brave. The Bean Bag cinema was perfect for me!  Only seats 38 people and the sound was therefore turned down even though we still had a huuuuuuuuge screen!  The film itself had one song at the beginning and at the end that I well “endured” would be the word. Other than that, judicious use of earplugs got me through the loudest parts.

Disney Pixar’s Brave

The film itself was wonderful as was the Pixar short before it!  Brave is quite simply a story about a girl and her mum.  The storyline is predictable but sooo much fun. The animation is jaw-dropping!  There were times I couldn’t believe I wasn’t looking at cinematography! It is worth seeing this one on the big screen and it’s worth seeing it twice – because I’m sure on the second go through we’d see so many details we missed by focusing on the story on the first watch.  There is just so much background detail in each scene!  This movie will be added to my DVD collection as soon as possible!

Some things are still not going as well as I’d like, but the two housemates, Stephen and R, are helping me immensely and I don’t think I could have been doing any of this without them!

Abby sitting on back deck eating grass

In other news, Abby is with us now, but the Bungalow is not ready for me to move into, so all three cats are in the house together. They are not getting along.  R installed a set of child-gates separating the house into two sections, so in the evenings, his boys are in one of the house and Abby is in the other.  During the day, Abby is outside while Xavier and Spitz are indoor-only cats. That was an incredibly nice gesture from R to help the cats and all of our nerves.

I put a crick in my neck somehow while sleeping one night and had limited movement of my head the next morning.  R took the day off work as he also was feeling quite ill.  He gave me the number of his massage therapist and then drove me over there and introduced me that afternoon!

On Friday afternoon while I was in the middle of washing, the washing machine decided to break and flood all of the water from its insides, to the floor in under a minute.  The laundry floor in this place does not have a drain.  The laundry floor in this place is higher than the lounge room floor.  The lounge room floor does not have a drain.  The lounge room floor is lower than the doors leading outside.

The lounge room was over 2 inches deep in water in some places …. I mopped it all up using a mop and bucket and towels. Stephen was so kind to cancel his evening plans and come straight home from work and help me move the washing machine and fine out what had happened and how to get the rest of what was in the machine out and on the line.

So my situation is improving. But mainly it is improving because of the kindness and assistance of my two housemates.

Xavier – taken 8 June 2012

Well stage two of the Melbourne move has now been undertaken.  We moved Stephen’s stuff into the share house over the weekend.  So we have Housemate R, Stephen and I all in the same place now.  Just waiting on the landlord to fix the hole in Bungalow roof and patch the ceiling and I can move my stuff and Abby in.

In the meantime Housemate R and Stephen are both ensuring I remember my meds and eat regularly. This whole share housing lark is going a lot more smoothly with us all in our 30s and 40s than it did when I was share housing with a heap of kids fresh out of home in my Uni days 🙂  A lot of joint decisions and furniture placement are being made sensibly without tantrums and drama – it’s all quite novel really 🙂

I don’t have a dedicated stitching spot yet, but both of the boys have promised me one in the very near future!  They have offered furniture and location but we just haven’t gotten said furniture into said location yet 🙂

Spitz and Xavier, Housemate R’s two cats were a bit unsettled all weekend with all the furniture arrival and then room rearranging, but they should settle down this week as both the boys are back at work for the week now. It’s Monday morning here.

I’m missing Abby like crazy, but she has settled into life with Miss A and her household quite nicely and sleep’s on Miss A’s bed each night.  I suspect when Abby does make the move down here, Miss A and her daughter may be acquiring another cat of their own, such is the impact Abby is having on their lives!

The migraines have been getting progressively worse again over the last week.  This fits with the hormonal theory as now is my ovulation point or when my hormones are at their highest.  So they should start to slowly ease back off again from now.  However my next appointment with the endocrinologist is tomorrow.  If my tests all came back well and good I’ll be going on some very expensive medications that will hold my hormones to their lowest ebb all month long.  This does not mean a pain-free Mel, but it does improve the situation.

Also, even now, I’m still recovering from the migraine upswings faster than I was at Bowning. I’m measuring the subsidence in hours instead of days. That alone proves this move was invaluable, even if we get no further benefits.

Just checking my camera and found the following photographs I took in the last couple of weeks:

5 May 2012 - Abby in her wheelbarrow

And the reason I hadn’t been stitching for a week or so …

12 May 2012 - Basement Kitten

Basement Kitten will be staying with mum and the boys, but Abby cat should be back with me soon …

Abby pre Vet Visit

First an Abby update:  She is eating again though in smaller quantities. She has her old attitudes back, though she still tires easily.  This morning she finally … well … defecated for the first time since returning from the vets and it appeared “normal” so she has finally been allowed out of the house.

I’m sure she will return sometime this decade.

The Grey Thing

Tiger 6 January 2012

Now a long overdue update on The Grey Thing.  When the nephews were visiting before Christmas, Master Three pointed at The Grey Thing and said “Tiger – you’re Tiger” and The Grey Thing purred. So she has officially been renamed Tiger.  She answers to Tigers too.  She also answers when you call out to Abby, open the fridge or pantry doors or rattle a box of any dry food – mum’s corn flakes for example.

Not being quite sure where she was from, and being the feline vacuum cleaner, I had been feeding Tiger in the outside laundry and she had one of Trub’s baskets in there for bedding at night.  She could come and go in the house during the day as she felt like, but I gave her bedding in an outdoor room so that she could also come and go as she liked at night.  She is not a hunter, I don’t have to fear for the native wildlife with her. Also if her owners do return, and she decides to go home, then that is also her choice.

Considering most days she spends 90% asleep either on the back steps or on my bed, I was pretty much appeasing my conscience; the cat wasn’t going anywhere.

And now it turns out the cat was right. Speaking to more people in the village, I find out that Tiger’s owners left town early last year.  They owned an establishment in the village and whether Tiger just got dumped, or whether she was left as part of the establishment is uncertain.  99% of the village apparently know where the cat is and most look confused when I ask if the cat should be back at the establishment. There have been a lot of changes and modifications in the ambiance as well as the structure of the establishment since the new owners took over so I guess I can understand the confusion. In the one conversation I have had with the new establishment owner (completely unrelated) he was unexpectedly aggressive, nasty and insulting from the start. I really feel uncomfortable whether to discuss the legal status of the cat with him or just to leave well enough alone. I frankly prefer the latter.

The morning that I took Abby to vets, Tiger was nowhere to be seen.  She didn’t come in for her breakfast.  Nor was she seen trying her usual way to con either of us into giving her second breakfast, third breakfast, morning tea, elevenses etc.  She finally turned up after lunch with a large gash across her nose, and scratches around her head and ears.  She’d obviously been in a cat fight the previous night.

That night, while Abby was in the vet hospital, I left Tiger inside and she stayed on her usual spot on top of my bed until 4:30am. She woke me at that time by mewling around my bed and walking me out to the back door.  I opened it and an icy blast came in.  The cat sat at the empty food bowl.  I fed her and we both went back to bed.  I later found out the temperature had dropped to 1.6C.  Yes that is under two degrees celcius (34.F) in the middle of summer.

It was warmer and she went outside when I next woke up.  She apparently doesn’t use the litter tray.

Unfortunately I had to keep Tiger outside again for the first 24 hours after Abby came back from the vets. Abby was just so sick.  Once she got a little bounce back, we let Tiger back in.  We also raised Abby’s food bowl one box higher so it is now level with the bench heights in the kitchen. Tiger has shown no propensity to jump that high in a single bound. Now that we have moved her food dishes inside as well, she is also showing much less interest in Abby’s food bowl.

Last night while Tiger was eating dinner, Abby was stalking her tail. Tiger was most confused and you could see the look in her face “I’m just going to keep eating now … ”

Again Tiger mewled at 4:30am so I let her out for her toilet break and went for one too. Abby just lifted her head then went back to sleep.  She didn’t start her morning crazies until 5:00am. So I think we’re all settling in to a nice family home life.

Abby is home again.

She is perky and moving around. Or rather prowling around every inch of the house looking for a way out.

She would not eat at the vets and (except for the messy diarrhea) she refused to defecate at the vets. So they have sent her home with antibiotics.

The first thing she did when we let her out of her travel container was make a beeline for her litter tray and empty the fullest bladder I have ever seen a cat carry. She must have been in pain.

Although she has no sites of possible infection (except for where the drip went in) we have been asked to keep her in for a couple of days to watch to see if she vomits after eating.  We have managed to get her interested in a few bites of kibble so far but not much.  It’s probably better that she eases back into eating slowly anyway.  She’s well hydrated from the drip and we have until tomorrow morning to see if she will continue to eat.  The fact that she has started is a good sign.  So far no signs of vomiting and she continues to alternate between grooming and escape plans.

It’s a good thing I went on my stash diet.  Abby’s extreme foraging hit the hip pocket harder than any of the initial estimates. But isn’t that always the way?  Just glad she’s home safe and making a full recovery.

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