Let Her Eat Clean

Some things are sent to try us, aren’t they? Along with moving house and getting married I hereby declare an aged cat that’s suffering from unexplained fits one of my top three meltdown inducing moments.

Like butter wouldn’t melt – the patient, bringing on my meltdown

Have you ever seen a fitting cat? It’s pretty grim. As is the urine that adorns the walls as a by-product of the fit. It’s got me thinking so much about those that suffer from epilepsy. I can’t begin to imagine how difficult it must be for many.

You’d think it’d be as simple as “put the thing down”, wouldn’t you? But this 17 year old feline specimen has not only been a huge part of Walters family life but he’s also a massive reminder of my Mum, who put this cat before anyone – me included. Further reason to hate this little creature? Perhaps…

Clearly a glutton for punishment, this week I’ve also (almost) moved house. Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. We’ve got the keys to our new house, turned on the fridge 0n (priorities, priorities)… and once the place has had a lick of paint, we’ll be all set. It’s an exciting time and definitely marks the proper start to our new life.

Get your priorities right when moving house

But we’re getting there. The cat has got some meds that appear to be controlling the fits, the champagne will be sufficiently chilled and opened to mark the big move in a matter of weeks and I have a 22 mile coastal walk to cleanse body and mind this weekend.

So, as you were 2013. Keep throwing me those lemons, I’m still making lemonade!