Britwitch

You can leverage anxiety and insomnia rather well when doing something like looking after a sick cat.

Well, we didn't drive up to Hull yesterday because we had to rush Fatbum to the emergency vet - she was dehydrated and had a temp of 40.01C. She was all floppy, it was awful..We legit thought she was collapsing into death, something we know is likely because of her age and her medical issues. Looong consultation later, where she was rehydrated and various other things, and we could take her home under close observation - check hourly, water, food, pee and poop. She seems better this morning, and her temperature has definitely gone down, but it seems a little on the low side now? Not shown much interest at all in her food though. We have to phone the vet with an update at 8am. Whatever happens, we cannot go to this funeral while she is so fragile, there's no-one else to watch her because they're all in Tamariu, it would cost £1k just to have her admitted, and no matter how true it is, 'my pet was really sick' just sounds like a damned cop out.

Driving up to Kingston Upon Hull today, and The BF, who's afraid of heights, has plotted a route to our destination that has the smallest bridge over the Humber River he can find. We're attending a funeral tomorrow. One of mine, this time.

Having spent quite some time rigging up a slug deterrent for tomato plants which involved copper tape and a small electrical current, we tested it last night by planting up a pot with a bit of lettuce, left it in a spot our nemeses are known to frequent, and set up the wildlife cam to see what happened. Now, the lettuce was in one piece this morning, which surprised both of us (it worked?) but the camera didn't work for some reason and we're a bit disappointed, ngl. We wanted to see those little bastards fail. We're gonna test it again tonight, and if the lettuce survives, we're gonna get some more tomato plants. The fourth set. Slugs took the rest.