Meek R.I.P.

Sadly we lost our second cat a couple of weeks ago and are now catless. Meek died peacefully in his sleep at home after being ill again for a few days.

Meek was fifteen and had been born with FIV which he had got from his mother. In theory he had a life expectancy of five or six years maximum and eighteen months ago he had a brief spell of being poorly and the vet was convinced he wouldn't survive.  He recovered and so all in all he did pretty well!

He is sorely missed.

Meek – an update

Just to let folk know that Meek appears to be back to normal. He is eating well and only occasionally seems to have a coughing fit. Whether he is fully better or simply hiding his symptoms better it is hard to know and we do have to bear in mind that he is nearly 15 – an age almost unheard of for a cat born with FIV. Nevertheless we are looking on the positive side and enduring his increasingly bouncy arrival on the bed in the middle of the night with a smile.

A Thursday Ramble

On Saturday those members of the family staying at ours began the day by checking e-mails. When GB, Helen, Ian and I get together we always manage to have four laptops going at the same time but a new record was set on Saturday morning with Helen’s Dell (called Mimizu – which means worm in Japanese), Ian’s Dell (Nezumi which means mouse in Japanese), my Acer (called Crystle for no apparent reason), Gaz’s Mac (no name) and Jo’s Dell (also never been christened) all working away. I just hope Jo doesn't get any ideas about naming her laptop - I'm not sure the baptismal process would do it any good!



As you will have gathered by now I had a super weekend - it was great being surrounded by family. And, even if GB had defected to the other side of the world at the time, we had had the pleasure of his company a couple of weeks earlier.

I don’t seem to have done much since then though on Wednesday I had a trip to the doctor’s (all of 10 yards – the surgery is next door!). He decided to forego the advice of my consultant and not make yet another change to my medication. It seems that one of the reasons for recommending a change was that the new tablets are cheaper. Fortunately my GP is less bothered about saving the NHS (and his practice) money and more bothered about the good of his patients. It’s a comforting fact.

Unfortunately, on Sunday Meek, the tabby cat, was sick and he has got worse during the week and has stopped eating. I think he may have had a minor stroke. We shall take him to the vet’s today and see what they say. He’s about 75 years old (14¾ in human years). That’s not bad considering he was given about 12 to 18 months to live when we got him from the shelter as a kitten because he was FIV positive. As a result he’s spent most of his life indoors until recently (to avoid infecting other cats) but since the Spring he has been unadventurous enough for us to let him out because he just stays around the garden.

We shall also be popping into Birkenhead this morning to get Richard a new mobile phone. The contract on his present one has run out and there’s quite a good offer on with T-mobile. I hope their service is as good as O2 has been.

And the Lottery obviously knew it was my birthday last week because I won £10. That’s my first win in eighteen months. That means I only need another 14 x £10 wins and I’ll be in profit.


 

A house without a cat

A house without a cat, and a well-fed, well-petted, and properly revered cat, may be a perfect house, perhaps, but how can it prove its title? If a house is to be a home, it needs a cat.
Mark Twain


 

Spirit of Christmas

It must be the spirit of Christmas. After years of trying to pretend each other does not exist Meek and Samantha have actually got around to curling up together in the last week or so!