There is something wrong with the kitty. Not the normal ‘specialness’ that we have come to associate and tolerate (but not really love) about the kitty. He appears to be sick. Our neighbour (where he spends most of his time and eats most of his food – he gets tinned salmon there) has popped over to say that she is concerned about him.
I’m not sure what to do. We ought to take him to the vet, but saying ‘my kitty aint right and appears to have lost his voice, be a little on the thin side, weed on the kitchen floor, is a bit more cuddly and altogether more special but in a very different way to normal’ will only result in a barrage of expensive tests that we can’t quite afford at the moment. Last time this happened I diagnosed worms, treated him and it appeared to go away so I think we will do the same and see if it helps. Poor little mite. I’m almost feeling sorry for him. Although his new croaky whinge/miaow is very entertaining.
Tonight is the Y11 Prom at school. It is a momentous occasion for several reasons. Firstly, it is the first time ever that the prom has been allowed to take place out of school and to go on later than 7.30pm. Secondly, I have organised it and am in charge. I’m rather nervous about it and am really hoping that it goes very smoothly and none of the idiot pupils try and gatecrash.
Also, I have my annual performance management tomorrow morning and the mood of my boss will be directly affected by how well the prom goes and whether the head congratulates her on its success. Its not great timing though as I am already anxious about how by poor, fat, overworked body is going to cope with staying at work til 9.30pm. Hopefully she wont notice if I fall asleep during our review
On a side note, someone has found my blog by searching ‘i need a wee but the teacher said no you can hold it’. This has made me very amused.