A humorous look at bodily ills and daily woes, and tips from someone who has suffered everything from arthritis to athlete's foot.
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Flad hates the snow. He has had the hump all day. As I sat in my study he skulked past me and, I thought, climbed onto the bed and went to sleep, as is his wont. So I went in to give him a consoling stroke and... no cat. Nothing black and white and furry on the bed, on the floor under the overhanging bedspread, behind the chair... till I peeped into the en suite. From the look of him, I think he needs the toilet paper!