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One of my cats, Caper, is extremely sick right now and may be close to dying. I guess this knowledge hasn’t sunk in yet, because I’m not feeling really upset. Anxious, perhaps. Not upset.

Since October, Caper has lost a lot of weight. I’ve posted pictures of her before — in particular, look at this one and this one. See how adorably plump she was? Midway through November, Caper was much, much thinner than that. Very bony. When you tried to stroke her back, all you could feel was spine. She barely ate, and she seemed to be wasting away. Read More »

It’s been four days now since I cleaned up my room, and it seems that my cats are getting used to it just fine. If you’ll remember, my cats were initially unimpressed with the changes I made. “But… but that was my favourite hiding spot! You can’t do this to me!” “RAWR! I keel you, bed!” And so on.

It didn’t take long for them to change their minds. The evening after I did my big clean-out, Caper decided some serious exploration of my bedroom was in order.

(In case this entry is beginning to look suspicious, then yes, I confess! This entry is just an excuse to post lots of pictures of Caper. Cute ones, though… 😦 ) Read More »

I made the most of the second day of the holidays — and the glorious weather on that day — by cleaning. I cleaned a lot. I hadn’t meant to when I started out. I was just trying to put some books away which were cluttering up my desk and which were never going to get read. You know, books like Stalinism and After and, uh, King Lear. Those kinds of books. But then I realised just how much else there was cluttering my desk. Empty envelopes? Information about excursions some time in April? CDs I ripped ages ago and never listen to anyway? Letter-writing sets when I don’t write letters?

In the end, I worked myself into such a cleaning frenzy that, before I knew it, I was dragging heavy items of furniture around the room to get at what lurked underneath (and believe me, you do not want to know what lurked underneath). I even managed to snap my fan in half, so I might be in for an uncomfortable summer. And, sadly, I haven’t actually finished getting rid of all the junk in my room. The frenzy passed around the time I collapsed from sheer exhaustion, and it remains to be seen when (and/or if!) it comes back. Read More »