Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

I have done many interesting things last week, such as be ill and go to Paris for the weekend. Originally I considered myself too tired and too poor to do the latter, but Z put all his powers of persuasion to the test and caught me at tender moments when I was drowsy and benign from Lemsips and daytime telly.

Z: Come see me in Paris, for the weekend.
N: I am ill and tired.
Z: It will be okay. I will be gentle. I won't force you to exercise. We will take taxis and stay still and drink lots of tea and I'll carry you around if I have to.
N: It's expensive.
Z: I'll pay for your ticket.
N: I should stay put and take care of the kitten.
Z: He will be fine for a couple of days with the neighbour feeding him.
N: I don't know honey. I would really love to come but it's not sensible. You know it's not sensible and it's mean of you to tempt me.
Z: But it's Paris! It will be so romantic! We'll have fun!
N: Oh all right. But if I die, it will be all YOUR FAULT.

And so despite the fact that I was exhausted and fluey I hauled myself off to Paris for the weekend and I am glad that I did because it was indeed very lovely and fun and I didn't die. We ate lots, walked around Montmartre and the Latin Quarter, visited the Montparnasse Cemetery [very pretty, lots of graves of dead famous people]and the Catacombs [bones of six million 18th Century Parisians arranged in a decorative way].

It was very lovely, and pictures will be upcoming next week when Z returns from France.


However, impulse holiday did not detract much from knowing that things at work are kind of awkward and tense right now, and so busy that I feel like most days my head is ringing and I can't remember the last time I actually had a lunch hour or even a 15 minute break during my workday and by the time I get home I feel braindead.


Z's boiler carked it, and yesterday morning a British Gas eeingeneer mysteriously showed up to fix it even though neither Z or I had made an appointment for him to do so. I was in equal measures pleased and astonished considering that I'd been meaning to call British Gas for days but always got to the phone too late or was too exhausted and I am at a loss for explanations other than that I am nowadays making coherent phonecalls in my sleep [which is more than I can say for my waking life I can tell you].

Although much as I am pleased to believe in miracles and telepathy, when a young, fit male shows up on your threshold [unexpectedly and uninvitedly] while you're hopping around wrapped in towels trying to get ready for work, one may also treat this as a sinister occurence. I was inclined to suspect him of being a con-artist/maniac/rapist/burglar except that he did actually fix the boiler. My paranoia and dark bend of mind probably mean that I am ungrateful and don't deserve Gift British Gas men and I should request that they be forwarded on to scarletdemon.

And in kittening news...

It rained last night. I know this because intermittently during the hours of darkness a sopping wet kitten would come bounding into the room and into bed demanding instant human love in a chirpy mewl.

Its new favourite place to sleep is on one of the handy contours of my anatomy - such as the hillock of my hip or the valley between my shoulderblades.

I am discovering all the anxieties and pride of parenting: the baby seems to have gone off his tinned Whiskas nosh but thankfully Whiskas KatMilk is like crack to cats so I know he won't starve. And today I feel like we've crossed an important milestone because - my baby answered to the sound of his name!

This is not nearly as simple as you might think considering that the kitten has gone through three homes and four baptisms in its short life. Since at first it was believed to be a girl and lived with Portugese people it was Gatinya - then it was Tinkerbell(!) and finally Milica. Except that when we discovered that
Milica is a boy, Z wanted to call him Milo [a male moniker, and the name of the Montenegran president]. However, I wasn't keen on it since a) I think it's ugly b) I don't want the baby to have a corrupt oaf for a namesake c) it's hardly likely that kitten would have a sufficient awareness of Balkan culture and gender to have being called a girly name matter and d) so what if it ends up gay.

Z and I had a furtive battle for the kitten's soul, or at least its sense of identity with each of us addressing the poor mite by our preferred version of his name. I'm sure it could all have led to a lot of confusion but the kitten resolved this by not responding to anything beyond the call of the opening fridge door.

However since then it's become clear that the one who spends the most time communing with the baby gets to warp his sense of identity. Yesterday I was afraid that the kitten had run away through the front door [which the British Gas man had left open] so I was out in the back garden calling him, and was truly chuffed to hear my cries of "Milica!" answered with a Miaow! and to see a furry little creature scrambling over the edge of the fence like a living dead clawing his way out of a crypt.

Wheeee! My baby answers to his name! And he comes to me when called because he loves me and he hopes I'll feed him!

Today's other milestone was having the kitten puke on the carpet for the first time ever, but I'm slightly less chuffed about that.


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 28th, 2005 12:56 pm (UTC)
If the kitten's both off his food and throwing up, you might want to get him to a vet for a checkup, in case he's ill. The Whiskas milk won't contain enough nutrition by itself. (Although, it's *far* better than nothing, because it's some food and it's also liquid to stop dehydration.)

I am, of course, utterly paranoid about cat health issues.
Sep. 28th, 2005 01:15 pm (UTC)

it's always good to hear your cat advice and I'm quite paranoid too. I was quite worried about him not eating but I saw that he'd been eating some of his dry food. Because he's really lively and chirpy and playful I think he's OK, and I suspect that some of the neighbours may have been feeding him or he's been following other local cats home and possibly nicking their food.

He drinks the Whiskas Milk like he can't get enough [do they put drugs in it?] so I think that's what made him sick - he drank too much too fast [I will also give him less].

On the other hand if he still seems unkeen on his food tonight I'll speak to the vet.
Sep. 28th, 2005 01:34 pm (UTC)
If he's eating dry food, and he's perky and happy and lively then he's probably ok. And one of my cats - Robot - often scoffs her Iams too quickly and then throws up everywhere. Plus, she's a very furbally cat too, so it's constant kitty-gifts all over the house.

There *are* drugs in Whiskas, I'm convinced. Bear and Bot were used to Whiskas wet food when I got them, and it took me about six months to get them eating something healthier. And when Bear was ill and needing to be persuaded to eat, a bit back, the Whiskas wet food (and all the Gourmet Cat Treats ever) were what we got her eating.
Oct. 11th, 2005 07:23 am (UTC)
Are Whiskas Teh Evil?
Should we be giving the kitten some other food?
Sep. 28th, 2005 01:23 pm (UTC)
Great post :D
Glad you had a good time with Z in Paris.
get well soon!
Oct. 11th, 2005 07:24 am (UTC)
Thank you :)
I think I'm finally starting to get better now.
Sep. 28th, 2005 01:28 pm (UTC)
names and gender
Does this mean milica_the_cat is defunct?

Work is hell
Oct. 11th, 2005 07:25 am (UTC)
Re: names and gender
Oh no, milica_the_cat is still just fine and I keep meaning to update it. :)

Work is indeed hell. Damn not having enough money to be a full-time writer!
Sep. 28th, 2005 07:02 pm (UTC)
I love that you verbified the word kitten. hehehehe.
Oct. 11th, 2005 07:26 am (UTC)
Teee heee heee :)

I've been away from LJ for ages and only now starting to crawl back. Had a chance to get a glimpse of your life and coo at your baby :)
Sep. 29th, 2005 02:51 am (UTC)
how beautiful and intriguing this entry is.

best to you. :)
Oct. 11th, 2005 07:26 am (UTC)
Thank you :)

Pictures coming up soon I thinks.

How are things with you?
( 12 comments — Leave a comment )


deep sky, firefly

Latest Month

December 2013


Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Tiffany Chow