#busterson

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday in Tuesdayville ...

Mr B, having become an indoor cat on account of his enlarged heart, is now my inside window cleaner. Buster Keaton? George Formby? Take your pick. ;-D

The first time he began his window 'cleaning' antics, I was halfway down the driveway, in the dark and the fog/smog trying to feed Fermata. My ears pricked up, the hairs raised on my neck and mine and Fermata's eyes widened as we listened to the scraping and scratching and odd thumping noise. Definitely a long breath out moment once the noise source was found.

Now I'm used to it. This larger than large, real life 'Simon's Cat' whose stomach has no full indicator. He terrorises my house plants ... declares himself hungry at all hours ... redesigns my rugs ... and is all fury and enthusiasm when it comes to showing just how far he can spread the litter from his litter tray.

As to his nemesis that kept beating him up before he set up camp in the lounge? Well ... in spite of my view that he almost certainly has a home and my efforts to dissuade him from coming round ... and despite Fermata and Lady Clemence's objections to him ... Allyn now comes each night, gives me his most pathetic array of mewks and ends up being fed along with everyone else.

The man on the radio talks all things Tuesday and races us to the hilltop with Kate Bush. Weatherwise there's hints of blue through half closed bedroom blinds and a promise of sunshine. The traffic lady talks of Gill Street and the Samuel Beckett Bridge before Dire Straits carry out a few Private Investigations.

Today's groaner: What was the first Electricity Detective's name? ... Sherlock Ohms ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Shiny metropolis ahoy! And another trip to the vet. Little Dude and his latest injection ... plus Busterson's leg has met more than it's match with a late night kitty altercation and needs attention.

Leaves are already slowly dropping in on the snail's and water fleas. Howzat for fast food delivery!?

Wind is picking up, orange and yellow weather warnings across the Emerald Isle. Time to batten the hatches, man the lifeboats and put on your water wings! There's leaves flying everywhere and I'm sincerely hoping to see some silly person using a leaf blower picked up by the next gust and blown into the next County! ;-D

In other news ... Busterson should be coming home today. Hooray! My biggest 7.7kg kitty cat has been staying at the 'Ritz' for the past two nights due to problems with an enlarged heart and fluid build up. Fingers crossed that he's now stable and his new medication will do the trick and he has some more happy days ahead of him ... though he still won't appreciate being on a diet.

Had to hit the shiny metropolis yesterday. Not fun at the best of times ... even less fun on a Friday. Busy, busy, busy! Halloween decorations to the left of me and Christmas decorations to the right ... next thing you know I'll be seeing the Easter bunny clad in a Valentine costume bringing me my post.

Happy Caturday to one and to all from Augustus G Busterson aka Mr B!! :-)

Mr B is currently feeling a mite bit sorry for himself. As the neighbourhood bully, he finally bit off more than he could possibly chew this week and seemingly took on the local mountain lion.

End result was a trip to the vet (he 'sang' all the way there) where some unfashionable headgear was foisted upon him. As if being unable to see a gosh 'n' darnit thing wasn't bad enough ... someone then had the temerity to take his temperature.

Still ... he was given the 'good drugs' having been such a (ahem) good boy and he sang all the way home again.

He's a very vocal patient ... declares his 'hospital food' to be sub par ... insists on hugs at every turn ... and may yet win a three legged cat race with all the hobbling after me practice he's insisting on putting in.

Fingers crossed he's all tickety boo again soon ... although I'm pretty sure the rest of the cats around here are rather enjoying the break.

The man on the radio is elsewhere, so the very enthusiastic lady on the radio is giving it quite some welly this Wednesday morning. Weatherwise there's intermittent rain and sunshine ... recommendation is for both 'the umbrella' and a deckchair. The traffic lady talks traffic light outages and tailbacks before declaring she's off to catch up on some reading.

Today's groaner: Why did the lion eat the tightrope walker? ... He wanted a well balanced meal ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Mad Hatter's Tea Party is pretty much where the shiny metropolis has left my head. If the Dormouse falls into the teapot one more time, I may just fall in there too.

On the plus side, Little Dude's injection went well and he's now having a couple of days well earned snoozling. And on the plus, plus, plus side ... Busterson's leg is not broken, just heavily bruised along with his ego. First time I've seen him with a full face mask on at the vets so temperature could be checked and injection given. Oh the indignity Mr B and I promise I'll tell no-one. Oh wait ... ;-)

Tumblr scrapped my post ... so here's Mr Busterson to stare balefully in the general direction of whatever gremlin leapt in.

Off to the shiny metropolis ...