NotSheep

Just after publishing my last post, I got an email to say the transfer of the funds for buying the house was complete. And as I read it, I thought “when did I last update the details on that account?” Well, guess what I’ve done? I’ve had the money sent to an account we closed two years ago. Panic stations.

Having made some transatlantic phone calls to try to sort this out, it seems the funds should bounce back by the end of business tomorrow, and then they’ll send them to the right place. Huge sigh of relief. I just hope there’s no extra delay, because we’re not that far from completing on the purchase…

What next? Oh yeah, can’t find one of the cats. They don’t go outside (partly because they’re not spayed yet, partly because they’re not very bothered), but we hunted everywhere in the house and couldn’t find Molly. We even checked the attic. Eventually I concluded she must somehow have got out. This is not good, especially when we’ll be leaving early tomorrow…

Then the BBC producer who’s doing the home-ed thingy with Barney phoned to ask if she could come over and do a last-minute interview with him before we left. I told her it was fine as long as she didn’t mind climbing over crates and boxes and piles of things that were supposed to be packed. So she came. As she was finishing up, who appeared round the living room door from the front hall? Molly. I’ve no idea where she was, she can’t have been outside, but we checked the hall and closet at least four times and didn’t find her.

So…she went into the kitchen and started to eat. And Barney went “ooooh, look at her neck!” Her collar had somehow been pulled very, very tight, and had actually worn away the skin about 3/4 of the way around her neck, leaving it red and raw and extremely painful-looking, and slightly smelly. So when Scratchy got back from Beavers with George and Freddy, Barney and I headed off to the vet. She needs cream on it every day - now I know there is no way Scratchy could do this, so the vet agreed to let her stay there, and also to allow Ginny (other cat, Molly’s daughter) to stay, as they’re very close and I really think they’d be unhappy if they were in two different places with us away. So we came home and got Ginny and took her down (and bought the vet’s milk, cigarettes and newspapers on the way - that was the deal - buying cigarettes is not something I’d usually agree to do, but since he was making such an effort for us….I suppose it could have been worse, he might have wanted The Sun…)

So the cats are with the vet, Scratchy is happy he doesn’t have to feed them. A friend who’s a cat-lover is going to check in on them late next week to see if Molly’s healed enough to come home, and bring them here if she is. If not, they’ll have to stay there until we get back - this is not ideal (not least because they’ll almost certainly come back with fleas), but at least I know Molly’s neck won’t be getting infected and more painful with nobody around to keep an eye on it. Barney said he hadn’t realised how much he cared about Molly until tonight; Ginny’s always been the more cuddly of the two, so I suppose he naturally related more to her, but he was pretty upset about poor Molly tonight.

*Sigh* - what was that about “interesting times”? I’d settle for a little bit of boredom now and again…