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We are due to go to Leeds this afternoon – we have tickets for a Show of Hands gig (yay!), and are also going into Ikea to pick up a few bits (yay! meatballs!).

However, we did wonder last night whether we might have to cancel …  Ron wasn’t too well – he was doing an odd thing with his mouth, clicking his teeth and shaking his head; we think he had something caught in his throat. He hurtled through to the food bowl and ravened when we put fresh meat down, though, so I tried not to worry. And this morning, he seems heaps better.

It set me thinking though. We’ve had to cancel a fair few Outs due to cats:

• In Feb 2000, Iggy had a nasty respiratory illness, causing us to not go to see Yes in Cardiff
• in October 2003, we had a weekend in Cornwall booked for Pete’s birthday; Zool was killed by a car just a couple of days beforehand, and we didn’t have the heart to go
• again in Feb 2000, we lost Shrimp, and cancelled a dinner in London that we’d been looking forward to
• in October 2008, we were due to go and see Jeremy Hardy do a standup gig in Bristol – we came downstairs at 5 p.m. and realised that Aliss was dying, and stayed at home with her.

Odd how these memories stay with you …

Mirrored from the Tribe.

Aliss (in icon) hasn't been well - I haven't posted here, but I did put it on the catblog.

I took her back to Vim the Vet on Wednesday of last week. She hadn't put any weight on, and he was a bit concerned, so he gave her an anabolic steroid shot to kick start her and said he'd see her in a month.

She's been eating like a horse, but got thinner and thinner. perlmonger and I resolved that we would give her food she liked, keep her warm and comfortable, and give her lots of love and fuss. She didn't get meatier, but she has been bright-eyed, and happy to see us, and sat on laps in the evening, apart from scoffing huge quantities of expensive little tins of fud.

Until lunchtime today, when she didn't want her waffer thin chicken. Then didn't want her Highlife Tuna or her Gourmet Selection prawn and tuna. She's given up, I think - she's lying oh her side by the sofa, and we're just waiting for the end. If she makes it through the night, I'll be amazed, and I'll call the vet for a home visit in the morning if need be.

We are not putting her through what Bada went through in her last days. So we're not going to see Jeremy Hardy tonight - we're keeping vigil with our Aliss.

we went and bought the plants this afternoon for the baskets and hanging planters. Here they are, complete with furry helpers.

everything is now planted (apart from the growbag's tomato and pepper plants). And, as generally happens to me, I was out watering these bloody baskets in torrential rain, with thunder and lightning overhead.

thank *you*, weather ghod.