Saturday, April 01, 2017

Big grown-up girl

After the ordeal
So, after a month or so of 12.5 hour shifts, I am back to post. Wonders will never cease.

I've mentioned the cat before. I say 'cat'... We think of her as a kitten and probably always will. She's a tiddler, you see. She's a year old so arguably she's still a kitten...? But she is really small. Not abnormally small. But compared to the cats we see in the garden, she is seriously on the small side!

She's a Balinese Variant. I won't go into detail, but we got her because Mr KT is allergic to cats and I wanted one... almost more than I wanted him.

Not really. Well... maybe ;)

Her name is Barley Belle. Small cat. Big name. Very big personality!

Mr KT and I arranged to have her spayed by the vet who breeds such cats: an amazing, bonkers woman who we trust implicitly with our little Barley. Only trouble being that this wonderful woman works an hour away from where we live and our Barley is not one of life's great travellers.

Still, not to be deterred (and after a great deal of planning to get the same day off that was convenient for the bonkers-vet-lady) we encouraged shoved Barley into her carrier and set off for the trip.

Basket for travelling

 All was well for about 7 minutes.

And then Barley decided she really didn't want to be in the basket. Oh, goodness, no.

Can you see the gaps between the bars on the carrier?

I don't know how she managed it, but she wedged her head, left shoulder and left front leg through the gaps in the door and then had a look of absolute panic and fear on her face that I couldn't ignore. Her eyes said "HEEELLLLLLPPPPPPPPP" and the noises she made were heart-breaking.

I shouted at Mr KT to stop the car. Between us, with Barley calling to us in obvious distress, we tried to pull open the bars enough for her head to pop back through. Would those bars bloody well move? No, of course not. They're not bloody designed for movement, are they?

After about 5 hours 2 minutes, Mr KT managed to work wonders and the bars opened enough for me to GENTLY push her head, shoulder and leg back through. She was clearly distressed, so I sat with her for the rest of the journey with my hand against the bars in order to stop her from pushing through again. This was not easy!

Luckily, the rest of the day was easy compared to that.

Barley had her operation and came out of it well.

Mr KT and I found a pet shop and bought a different style of carrier and the journey home was much easier!

New carrier: happy kitten


I'm happy to say that Barley has not been fazed by the basket incident or the operation. She has been super cuddly since and is eating well etc.

So much so that an hour after getting home, she decided to go for a rummage in a new bag given to us by the bonkers-vet-lady, no sign of having had an op...

Business as usual


Monday, February 20, 2017

Nails!

After a series of nights (not ideal as I sleep for only 2-3 hours in the day) I am now off for 8 days!

Being a nurse, I am not allowed to have nice hair, pretty nails, fashion of ANY sort at work. The odd bit of nail varnish when I have 3+ days off is all I manage.

Just before I got married in December, my lovely sister took me to get my nails done and they looked beautiful! I had "girly nails" according to Miss KT, and I loved it.

Once I went back to work it was 'short and bare' again. And any time off is too precious to spend a couple of hours waiting for nail varnish to dry properly.

Until I bought a UV lamp thingy for home use.

This morning, I used some gel varnish and sat with my hands being warmed by the little lamp machine and it was wonderful! Each coat takes 2 minutes to 'dry.' TWO minutes! A splosh of cuticle oil (the shiny bits on the picture) and I have girly nails again.

Eight days with pretty nails. Bliss!

Wednesday, February 01, 2017

My kitten: addict

 Our kitten, Barley, is a strange one.

As I type this, she is sitting on my desk directly between me and the keyboard. It's a bit bloody awkward to be honest.

The other night, we were amazed because a rare thing happened.

We were watching Westworld when she jumped onto the footstool and started to watch it with us. Now, I know there are probably LOTS of cats who enjoyed the series, and who can blame them? But Barley doesn't watch things like that. Oh no. Barley enjoys wildlife programmes.

As soon as David Attenborough starts telling us about the meerkats, the rhinos, the polar bears or the parakeets, that's it. She's there. Perched. Watching. She's addicted.

Mr KT is a football fanatic (something that does not delight Miss KT and myself, I might add) so he watches every Manchester City game possible.

Unfortunately, Barley has a penchant for football too.  Yep, there she sits, watching the action and then every now and again she thinks she can do better so she gets up, goes over to the screen and starts hitting it with her paw. I won't let Mr KT hear this, but sometimes I think Barley probably has a much better idea at where to kick the ball than the men on the pitch.

She's not just a telly addict. She's also a cuddle-monster. She has moved from sitting on my desk and is now cuddled up, on me, regardless of what I do or where I go. It's difficult to say 'no' really :)