If you have a pet, you will know what it is like having to drag your poor little defenceless furry (or maybe not furry) friend to this strange place that smells funny, has weird and unusual noises and people in scrubs who poke their little faces and bellies, look at their teeth, stick sharp needles into them, or even worse (ouch!) – measure their temperature! Our cats really do not like going to the vets, even though it is only once a year that we (and our cats) have to go through this ordeal when visiting vets surgery for a check up and vaccination they know that when the pet carrier is brought from the garage and sprayed with Feliway it is time to run and hide. Even doing it days in advance does not help – our cats avoid going anywhere near the carriers, never mind getting into them!
This evening was no exception – we had to hunt Anton down and, once we got hold of him, reversed him into the carrier – this, we have discovered, is the only way of pushing him into the carrier. If you attempt to put the cat into the box the with his head in the front, the cat turns into a star-shaped figure and there is no way to fit the star into a small opening of the box.
As soon as Anton was all “packed” his little sis Alsou had to be found and packed into her carrier too. She has heard Anton’s loud singing by then and ended up jumping onto the top of the built in wardrobe in our spare bedroom, so Simon had to climb on the bed and bring her down to the sinful Earth… And the same “reversing” process had to be repeated with her.
Once in the car, we had been treated to a once-a-year-experience of the Russian Blue duet, where Anton sings in long low notes and Also pipes in with the small high notes in between. My heart breaks for them, but internally I can rationalise that it is for their benefit.
Anton actually has been in a bit of a pickle last year – he ended up in the animal hospital for a while under the drip back in October – his neck went wonky all of a sudden and we were worried that he suffered a stroke. After a few days of investigations (ultrasounds, x-rays, biopsy, blood tests and blood pressure measuring) he was diagnosed with Conn’s Syndrome and hypertension, so he is now on 2 prescription medications and potassium supplement for the rest of his life. I guess this time he was more distressed about the visit as his memories are still fresh from his October ordeal. We have been inviting nurses to do blood pressure measurements at home so he was avoiding the stress of going to the clinic but vaccinations and annual examination has to be done at the surgery so we had to take them both there.
We are back now, cats are happy to be home again. Only Nikki is left to deal with sometime in March – she is our local vets’ worst patient, she has a short fuse and will likely to draw your blood if you annoy her. That’s the feral spirit she does not expose when at home.
I cooked a homemade bolognese sauce and pasta for supper today and even cats have helped us eat some of it 🙂
My favourite pasta brand is Garofalo – not sure why, but it seems to taste nicer than other brands to me. And we love fusilli as they pack so much sauce on them and are less messy than the spaghetti.
Occasionally we make our own pasta – we have a pasta attachment for our stand mixer but it only makes lasagne sheets or tagliatelle or linguine. It is so much fun but can be messy.
I always add some white wine to my bolognese sauce and tonight I happened to have some South African Chenin Blanc and Sauvignon Blanc blend in my fridge. I do like Tesco Finest wines, there are some real gems in their range – IMHO.
The beautiful fresh basil is a must for me when it comes to Italian food – it smells of summer!
Lovely comfort food for a cold winter evening with a nice cup of tea afterwards – what more could you want?
I’m off to have a nice long soak in the bath now… think REN Moroccan Rose Otto bath oil would be nice 🙂 Nighty night!