teflon2000 had an early start yesterday morning, and left before I got out of bed. Which meant that he wasn't on hand to help give Wonder Cat his antibiotics. I figured I could always ring mum is needs be, but thought I'd give it a go on my own.

There's a stool in the kitchen that I use when I'm cooking, as soon as I picked up the tablets off the shelf he ran into the kitchen, leapt up on the stool and purred at me. Interesting. So I thought I'd just try holding the tablet out to him on my hand, like we do with treats. He sniffed it, licked it, then et it. My cat really *is* self-medicating. He did it again for teflon2000 last night, and again this morning.

I really hope he doesn't grow out of all this lovely as he gets older. He's currently curled up on the couch sulking because I won't let him outside.

Here's a litle pic of him playing in his travel cage yesterday...

Let me tell you about my kitten. He's five months old now, and still a real sweetheart. Little bugger went missing yesterday, and rolled up at sundown with a paw he wouldn't let me touch. Sigh. Trip to the vet.

I got his travel cage out from where I hide it, put it in the living room, opened the lid, and he jumped straight into it. No fighting, biting, scratching, hissing or carrying on. Just walked over, sniffed it, and jumped in. A performance he repeated later for the vet.

Turns out he got in a scrap with another cat or possibly a possum and got bitten just above the paw. Antibiotics are required. Oh goody. Whoever first wrote this had clearly met The Stripes, so I was a bit apprehensive. I picked him up, teflon2000 put the tablet in his mouth, missed a bit and sort of balanced it behind his teeth instead of pushing it down the back of his throat, and Kitten Features makes a bit of a face, then swallows it down.

My kitten puts himself in his cage and medicates himself. We've achieved a nasty vet visit without a single scratch or bite or being hissed at even once. He's such a lovely boy.

ETA - he's now belting around the hallway thwacking something around, having cracked it because I won't let him outside. Doesn't seem to be worrying him too much.

Riley just brought me in a mouse, a really big dead one. These are usually teflon2000's problem since, despite being pretty much the antithesis of Great Big Girl, I can't deal with them at all. I heard him jingling away and went to see what trouble he was getting into, and there he was ON MY BED with this fuck-off great mouse.

Ring mum. Not home. Ring teflon2000's parents. No answer. Shit shit shit. Don welly boots, rubber gloves and dustpan. Feel like enormous spazzy.

After about 15 minutes of this, he puts it in the bedroom rubbish bin. Ah-ha thinks me. Crisis over. Then he starts to try to remove it through the side. After a little bit of throwing the whole rubbish bin around the room with the mouse still attached, he took it into the ensuite. Now I can't brush my teeth, but at least it's out of the way, and teflon2000's penalty for laughing hysterically at me when I called to ask his advice is to deal with it when he gets home.

Riley's slinking around the place alternating between trying to find his shiny thing, and making big kitten eyes at me. He's in trouble for at least another ten minutes yet, I reckon.

Million things to do, but since I'm trapped under a snoozing kitten, here, have some cute...



Apparently it's supposed to be a sign he knows his water bowl is his, since this is his favourite toy. I also found it in his food bowl this morning, so I guess he's really driving the point home.

He's currently curled up on my shoulder, fast asleep. Dead as I am from the cute, I'm starving, and there's a week's lunches needs making...

Our furry new addition... he's 11 weeks old and adopted me at the RSPCA on the weekend. He's currently licking my nose. We've called him Riley...

( kitten pics - cut so as not to die from cute... )

And for those of you who can't get enough of the feline cute, you can see the whole set here

So, a week tomorrow till we leave for Coronation. My how time flies... we're getting there, everyone's under layer and middle layer are finished, or very extremely almost finished, and over garments well and truly begun.

I do have one quick question for the kirtle-makers amongst you - how do I stop my lacing from doing ( this )

I tried lying down on my back so I could lace it right up, then I stood up and this happened. Is it because of where my lacing rings are (please say no I'll cry if I have to move them). Is is cos I've laced from the top down? Is it something else?

In other news, there's not much. Assignment due on Friday, almost finished, but oh so bored.

And here's a gratuitous cat picture, cos she's the cutest thing ever...



That's Stripes sitting on the back of the couch watching me sew... at least she's not helping, for a change.

I should really go down to Spotlight, but OMG the weather is vile - rain and wind and sooo cold... *sigh*... time to bite the bullet and go!