Up early to take Max for his annual MOT and booster jabs. There’s been talk of animal vaccination supplies – especially cat vaccinations – suffering a shortfall. Priority is being given to first-time vaccinations, so some adult cats are having their boosters cancelled. I think Max would have preferred that. Instead he got taken into the surgery and checked.
He’s lost weight since last October, apparently, but that’s understandable. Losing his last cat ‘brother’, and being kept in a pen while his owner was on the edge of hospital or care home and then waiting to see whether her family would adopt him… he’s a sociable lad, and he must have been very lonely and stressed. On the other hand, he is running around more now and that’s a great way to keep the podge down. I should, I know, I should.
Back home, he sat near us for an hour or so, not quite sitting close and cuddly, then curled up on his favourite cushion and shut himself down for a long snooze. He’s forgiven us now and is sitting on my husband’s lap, bolt upright, thinking senior cat thoughts.
On the writing front – still ploughing through the screenwriting challenge. The third day’s challenge was a peculiar one, and my mind went blank of ideas. I put in something, so I’m still on track to complete the challenge. The Literal Challenge people who set these briefs did promise an easier challenge for Day 4. Easier. It arrived in my inbox at 22.00 hours as usual and… the genre is horror. I’ve changed my mind about my worst-ever genre. Give me chicklit, give me romcom, but pleeease, not horror.
Julia Chalkley 