Friday, 11 March 2011
Nothing personal, dear Friends, but once again I have closed (well, 'deactivated' - it never really lets you go) my Facebook account; I only reopened it when L went to the ashram last year and used FB as her main means of staying in touch. Facebook just creeps me out. Hard to explain why, but it feels slightly stalkerish, if you know what I mean. And that's with privacy settings calibrated to what I would hope was bulletproof level. I find that I am not alone in this aversion.
I do love a good email though...(hint hint)...but only if there's an address for a reply.
I've just spent £39 in the least alluring way: on roundworms. Or, rather, the annihilation of. We've been to the vet's this morning. Flossie came along just for the ride, although I also had her weighed. She was enticed onto the scales with treats and soft words, having first tried to make a hasty backwards-shuffling escape, and to my satisfaction has regained the weight she lost when she was so sick.
She emerged with relief and a tummy full of treats from the soft-hearted nurses, and didn't leave a little puddle on the scales this time. The jolly nurses are down to their last box of Christmas chocolates from clients, but tell me that they have 12 boxes of biscuits to get through next. These may disappear quicker than the chocolates, given the number of dog patients who call round.
No, the real patient today was Millie, who had lost weight and a great deal of her former 'oomph'. The vet confirmed what I had suspected, that the recent worming pill hadn't worked thoroughly, and after examination, an anti-emetic injection for her uncomfortable tummy, and a higher-strength worming pill, she emerged with credit. Some quiet growling and hissing, but no struggling, biting or scratching, just anxious little damp paw prints.
Poor little girl. For all that she is lively and independent, Millie tugs at my heart strings rather more than the others do, perhaps because her fearlessness makes me fearful on her account.
Since then, she has followed me around the house, seeking reassurance after her nasty morning excursion.
Flossie has shared toys with her.
She has helped me write this post.
She has kept me company.
Let's hope she's back on form soon. The Naughtiest Kitten Ever has to be in there still.....
Posted by rachel at 16:45