After a chat with the vet receptionist, I contacted the Cat Protection woman again, with the result that I am borrowing a multi-cat trap and they are all booked in for neutering on Tuesday. It has to be a bit provisional, of course, as I’m relying on catching them all, but we’ll see how it goes. My friend who’s lending the single trap is bringing that at the weekend too and I’ll leave that arrangement, it might be useful.
I am much happier about this, I’d been worrying about the odds of catching them all, one at a time. I lay awake for several hours worrying, in fact.
I was terribly tired today, more so than I’d have expected from a single disturbed night. I felt sick with exhaustion and had to have a nap this afternoon. The children were very good, left to their own devices for half an hour – and then another half hour. And then I went for an early bath and slept on the sofa for another hour. I couldn’t face cooking or eating dinner, so made some toast – but I haven’t eaten much of that. I’m going to bed soon. This seems to be a recipe for wakefulness in the small hours, but I can’t help that. This is an odd thing to happen, but evidently exhaustion has built up over a while.
I was feeling much more hopeful about the cat situation but then I had an email from a friend and colleague, with the news that he has been diagnosed with cancer in his jaw. His wife has been treated for ovarian cancer for the past four years – as everyone knows, unless this cancer is caught very early (which it rarely is), the prognosis is dismal. My friend’s oncologists believe his is treatable, but will need radiotherapy, surgery and reconstruction after that. It sounds horrifying, though his email is calm – which is typical of him, he gets on and deals with things and doesn’t show his feelings.
I’m going to bed now, I’m still ludicrously tired. Goodnight, loves.