The 29th & 30th; He just screams.
The 29th of May.
Good news! The potential adopter for Fabio has fallen through, so he can go and live with his brother. Deb has left Olivia a message, so I'm waiting to hear from her. He was screaming again this morning, so I watched two more episodes of Lucifer with him. I did some crying, and I don't want to spoil it for anyone, but if you've got to episode 23 of season 3, you'll know why. I was cheered by the one that followed though.
I planned on finishing the season this afternoon, but then Daddy wanted to go in the back room and watch the Brian Cox programme from last night, so I've ended up putting together Hedwig instead. She is all finished now and is super cute.
And back to cat blankets.
The 30th of May.
Well, my joy for Fabio has been short-lived. It turns out the resident cat at Fabian's new home is already unhappy about his presence, so it is not fair to foist another brother on her. I have spoken to Charlotte, who's taken over homing from Deb, and apparently there's someone on the waiting list who might be good for him, so fingers crossed.
I'm having to spend pretty much all my time with him because if he's awake and knows we're around, he just screams. So, this morning I watched the last two episodes of season 3 of Lucifer. That was confusing, but after some Googling, I discovered that what I saw yesterday was actually the end of the season, and the ones I watched this morning were standalone "bonus" episodes. I think we should all agree to believe they never existed.
After lunch, I was doing my core exercises, when the doorbell rang. I had to run down the stairs to get it, only to find it was just the veg box. Then I had to sit on the stairs to get my breath back before I could go back up them to finish. Similarly, when I returned to the living room, I accidentally sat on a cushion, but pulling it out from underneath me immediately would have made me scarily out of breath, like when I choked on some water in hospital but was sitting on the oxygen tubing and couldn't get to it. I've forgotten what it's like to move around with ease.