faithful mog
I’ve been at home all day; it’s a weird feeling - being off work and being alone in the house. Well, alone apart from the cat device.
The reason I’m off work is that I apparently have labyrinthitis. My husband says it’s caused by too much David Bowie, but I fear he is A Silly. I seem to be having dizzy spells at inconvenient moments. One such moment occurred yesterday at work, and unfortunately there were witnesses. I avoided being sent directly home, but did have to promise to see the GP at his earliest convenience. Which I did, and I now have a small heap of prochlorperazine tablets to stave off the nausea/dizzyness with. So far, they seem to be working.
I’ve been trying to keep as still as possible, to give my poor ears some rest. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite know how to explain this to poor Mogret: she wanted to play hide and seek and kept pouncing and dancing away. There weren’t really enough cars in the car park to make a convincing game of it anyway, and eventually she settled for playing with various catnip-infused fluffy devices.
I still haven’t quite figured the mog out: sometimes (usually when hungry) she is affectionate and soppy, but the greater part of her waking life is spent ignoring humans. She doesn’t encourage tactile interaction, but nor does she resent it, she’s just indifferent.
Her obvious lack of need-for-humans makes it even cuter that she is currently sitting on the gatepost in the dark, waiting for my husband to come home.
Mind you, I suspect she thinks he’s a big cat.