If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, my passage is booked.
I was going to do a nice long post today.
I was going to do a whole heap of stuff.
Then work got in my way.
Lots and lots of work.
Isn’t there a law preventing employers from expecting you to work for your money?
Oh wait…it is the politicians who get paid for doing very little.
I went out at lunchtime and bought a cat box.
A lovely one.
With a sheepskin blanket.
I also bought a spray can of catnip.
And rescue remedy drops.
This is all in preparation for our trip.
The lovely lady at the vet shop said I should spray the catnip in the box.
Then leave it lying around so Tom gets used to it.
Damn she is a good sales person.
I came out the shop R400 poorer.
And I am sure Tom is not going to fall for this.
Not for one minute.
Jasmine will probably chew the whole lot up.
The Rescue Remedy will be for me.
She also said I must not stress about the trip.
Because TOM WILL KNOW.
And he won’t come home the night before we leave.
My stress went up to a whole new level.
Mex wanted to know what I will do if Tom isn’t there when we are ready to leave.
Sometimes he asks dumb questions.
I will wait.
Oh good grief.
I got interrupted and now it is time to go home.
Maybe I will post again later.
Before all my hospital memories fade away.