so it seems another life time since i last wrote or did anything, actually it's been about a month. I'm not quite so jibbery now. In fact i keep singing to myself " I can see clearly now the drugs kicked in." so slowly but surely i am returning to some form of normality what ever the hell that is.
House still looks like a huge bomb got dropped and then covered every available surface with cat hair, but i tackle things like that one step at a time. First i swear at it and try to ignore it. Then i complain about it and hope that someone else will do it. Finally i end up doing it grudgingly grumpily but it gets done, until the next time anyone runs out of under wear or the cat sits on something and covers it in a layer of fur.
the fluffy one joined Karate he is now an orange belt and is loving his new found sport. It helps that one of his friends goes to the same thing.
Oh and we have not one cat but two. She has been with us for about two weeks now and is eleven weeks old. we have called her widget. i think she must be the fartiest kitten ever known to man. so far she has thrown up on fluffy's lunch box ( we didn't tell him ) and managed to either wipe her bum or actually trail poo round the kitchen and front room. Procrastination man has been poo'd on twice i have escaped the poo i just clear it up. Next week i am looking at taking out shares in vanish and fabreeze . but she is very sweet when she isn't being farty, the ratio of accidental poo to dirt tray poo is now getting back on track and psycho kitty is liking the company.
so that's me getting better doing things and trying to get back on track. i might just get keep taking the tablets tattooed somewhere well either that or the word arse.
until next time.
