Thanks Debbie.  I'm pretty sure it won't be necessary too but I would be
failing as a meowmie if I didn't have all eventualities covered ;-)
My cousin Margi who was the go-between when I was in hospital last time will
be in Australia so I will ask her parents (my uncle and aunt) to get in
touch via email to let you know I am okay.  I will be staying with them for
a few days after I come out of hospital.   The email address will include
the words" palmer" and "bryan" - not necessarily in that order!

Tweed

Tweed

Thanks, Helen.  I'm sure I'll be all right, but I just need to have things
covered.
Besides, I want to look after her myself - it's sort of a self-flagellation
thing now!  No, I'm just joking, but she is certainly a lot of work now she
is in her 20's.  I would hesitate to ask anyone to take her on.
She rarely goes outside now, and requires a litter box downstairs and
upstairs.  The downstairs one she will pee in but she needs more privacy to
poo.  She will sometimes absolutely race up the stairs when the urge takes
her.  Other times she will disappear behind the woodburner with intent.

Her renal problems don't seem to be causing much difficulty except that she
needs to drink a lot and consequently wets a lot of litter.  Her widdling
box needs to be given frequent attention.  Her appetite is not affected up
to now, thank Bast.  She is a very small cat and is now frail.

Nüle and I were talking (or rather emailing the other day) about this.  She
said "when I first saw Kitty I thought she was a dying cat."  That was in
2003.
She is up on the kitchen table as we speak where she knows she shouldn't be
and saying "Yeah? You will stop me exactly how?"
I don't feel inclined to argue.  It's her feistiness that has kept her going
throughout her quite difficult life.  Life's not easy when you leave home
and only weigh 4 lbs and choose to live feral for years.
If she was a person and had faced these sort of odds and survived through it
she would probably have gained some sort of award.
But alas, she is a cat. There is no prize for brave cats except the hope
that one day they will find their onetruehome.  If anycat deserves it, she
does and she finally found it here.  She insisted.
She's a grumpy old *2£$%** but I can't help loving her.  What a cat she is.
So small but up for everything.

I doubt she will notice HRFL's grousing.
She will check out all the facilities, find the warmest spot, claim it and
snooze.  Her ears will be closed to grousing.  If he insists, she might
raise from her bed and bop his ears, big time.
No big cat can stand up to KFC.  Not Boyfie, not "the Enemy" a big black cat
from two doors away.  He came in the house once to bully Boyfie.  He'd been
bullying him outside so he thought it a good idea to come into Boyfie's
house to carry it on.
Until he met Kitty Farmcat.  He came in the night to be nasty to Boyfie, I
was woken up by cat screams.  I got up and went downstairs to see what was
going on.    Kitty was chasing The Enemy up the walls of the kitchen.  He
was terrified.  He is twice her size but he ran away as soon as he could
find the way out.
We sometimes see him crossing the garden to go somewhere else.  That's fine.
That was the last time he ever dared to come after Boyfie.  They seem to try
and avoid each other now.   Enemy is out, Boyfie is in.   Boyfie is out,
Enemy is in.  Seems they have come to an agreement.

Tweed