now I got worry...

I'm a cat bore. I noticed this when I found myself waxing lyrical about my cat to a slightly bemused colleague the other day (he might have been thinking it, but at least he was polite enough not to call me a "gaylord" out loud because of it, unlike others I might mention....)

I'm going to try not to go on about it quite so much in casual conversation, but there's no denying quite how far this little creature has wriggled her way into my life. She's tremendously relaxing most of the time and yet entertaining all at the same time. I've found it really surprising quite how much difference it makes having a cat in the house when C. is away, instead of a completely empty house. She's somehow really good company, even if she's in a completely different room and doing her best to ignore me.

I worry about her too. I worry that she doesn't get enough time outside when we are at work (we haven't yet installed the cat flap), and when she is out, I worry about the road. I woke up yesterday morning to find that she'd developed an eye infection overnight, and I had to take her off to the vet to pick up some eyedrops. She looked so sorry for herself that I found it quite hard to leave her on her own and get into work.. luckily I have a neighbour who was more than happy to drop in to make sure that she was okay and to help me put the drops in this evening (thanks Hen - that's certainly not a one person job). All this TLC seems to have done the trick too, and she's much more herself today, yowling at the door for a bit of outside time.

Oh God. Listen to me.

Perhaps I am a gaylord.