#cat watson

Little itty bitty kitty i drew

Poor cat was wet, and miserable, and cold, and John is sure he is now more traumatised than every, and is going to get ill.  He’s been coddling him all morning by the fire.  Being ridiculous with Cat wrapped in a blanket, held in the crook of his arm like a child, feeding him bits of tuna.

I told him that perhaps if Cat would stop wandering off and hiding himself away he wouldn’t keep re-traumatizing himself, and he snapped and told me that I used to wander off in the middle of the night, and wake up terrified, so I should use this great brain of mine and try to learn an ounce of empathy.  Rude.

We’re not speaking at the moment.

I hate it.

I’m glad you had such a pleasant dog encounter.  Ada and Cat are beginning to get a long quite well.  I believe that they have accepted one another even if they may not quite be friends, quite yet.

Today has been--quite a lot.  We had to go back into London, because this is the week that John has to get caught up on his certifications for work, and I promised I would go with him.  However, the weather has been abysmal, both in East Dean and in London, and the roads are terrible, so we decided to take the train.  That meant getting a toddler, a dog, and a yowling, crated cat all the way from East Dean to Eastbourne by 6:00 to catch the train.

Fortunately, the train was all but empty until we got to Lewes.  It filled up a bit then, and there were a couple of children who had no concept of personal space or manners.  They kept running up trying to pet Ada, when I told them not to, and then they took Watson’s crayons, which led to Watson hitting the one boy across the head with her colouring book, and then John and the boy’s father had a bit of a tense confrontation.

I’ve never been so glad to get off a train in my life.  Now we’re all fed and settled at the flat, and Cat is beside himself, still yowling, crawling all over John, and John is exhausted, so I think he is losing his patience with that.

Apologies, I did not see this until now.  We have been very busy doing a great deal of nothing, and so I have not been here  much.  

Cat is starting to hide away less.  I believe he is becoming more confident that John will not leave him permanently, mostly due to the fact that the rain has kept us confined to the house a great deal.  With the exception of our excursion to Brighton to see the Aquarium, and our visit to the shore on Friday, we have mostly been indoors.  Cat is learning that John is not leaving him, even when he has to go out for a little while.

Ada has not done anything particularly entertaining.  She continues to be a fine dog, though I believe that she is getting as restless as we are with all this rain.  It will be good to be able to let her loose in the garden again.

Spring does appear to be here, finally.  This coming week even promises some sun, so John is eager to get out to his gardens, and I need to complete my last minute preparations on the hives, as my bees arrive in two weeks.  I believe that John wants to return to his morning run schedule, as well.

John has been very brave, of late.  He has been dealing with some very difficult things in therapy, and as a result has had some days where he has been very low.  I’m sure that the poor weather is not helping.  But then there have been days where he has seemed happier than I’ve seen him in a long time, as well, so I suppose that his dealing with those things is necessary, and having a beneficial effect, despite the difficulty.

It has been hard to see him struggle, and wonderful to see him so happy.  I’m very proud of him.  He works exceptionally hard to be the sort of man he wants to be, and I’m still not sure if he realised quite how remarkable he actually is.  The very best of men.  I am very fortunate in him.