Cat’s ears and passport
After a fairly lengthy couple of posts, a shorter one as I am on a tight schedule today. There’s some kind of lunch to be cooked, a meeting planned at 3pm, even though it is at Mandeio’s café, and then an evening of nothing to get organised.
The day (Tuesday) is calm and cool, the sea flat, the harbour quiet, the road quieter still. We can hear work going on somewhere, down at the new jetty I think, the cat is asleep on the bed… now that’s a thing. His ears are starting to ‘go’ although the vet the other week was not unduly worried about them. The blackness is creeping slowly over them and, because of his heart, he may not be able to have an operation, not without fear of fatality during it. They are not troubling him and he doesn’t scratch them but he does occasionally catch them by accident and then we get treated to the Jackson Pollock effect blood splatter across the walls, over the floor, over the sheets if he was on the bed at the time. It looks worse than it is and is soon cleared away. We keep an eye out for infection, but so far there has been none. Trying to put any kind of cream on the ears is a bit of a challenge for him and us, so we only do that if and when necessary. Otherwise he is fine.
Neil is down in Yialos posting off his Irish passport application that was witnessed and stamped at the KEP office yesterday. He’s also paying the pre-Christmas phone bill, so much cheaper now that we don’t really use it, and I am about to start my housework chores ahead of our social this afternoon. Today’s photos were from yesterday which is actually the day before yesterday as you read this.
