Friday 14th February 2025

Every day is now full of feline drama: due to Scully's diabetes and injections, we have to make sure she only gets fed at actual meal times, not to have food hanging round all day.

And that means that it effects all other cats, and so cats having been used to, in Mulder and Scully's case, food all the while for fifteen years, to having to wait twelve hours between feeds, and no amount of meowing or spragging curtains and sofas isn't going to change anything.

So, whenever either of us walks about, one cat or anther follows us and meows for food, Mulder here trying to get up to my eye level to enforce his pain not eating for eight hours.

The end of another week. Very quiet, though Friday was filled with four meetings, and after the first one, I press the "nuclear" button and escalate their inaction.

Mails fly back and forth the rest of the day, and two more meetings arranged, but attention grabbed.

Once Jools comes home, we go back out again, via Tesco to get photos done for our Indian Visa, then to Jen's for cards and chat.

Jools and I are nearly out of money, and the mood on our side was low, but raised right at the end when I scooped the kitty in getting a run of four.

Yay.

Back home for dinner of Carbonara followed by the music quiz. I do poorly again, though get the answer right, but not one for the first ten to submit the answer.

There was football on the box: Brighton v Chelsea, and Brighton cruised to a 3-0 win.