Sunday, June 13, 2004
Yeash. A whole day of sport on tv, but... damnit.24 hour Le Mans, our team with Johnny Herbert comes second.
Canadian F1 Grand Prix, our man Jensen Button drops from 2nd on the grid to finish 4th.
England vs France Euro 2004, we drop from a 1-0 lead to a 2-1 loss in the last 2 minutes.
The Le Mans and F1 I can live with, but the football result... I'm shoked and disgusted... and I don't even like football.
In other news, Stupid, my cat, has had me fairly worried this week. He came home in the evening a couple of days ago looking 'not right'. On close inspection I could see his lower jaw was all swollen and appeared to have been bleeding, though I couldn't see an actual wound. He seemed a little out of sorts, though was eating okay, so I decided to just keep an eye on him till morning.
Being the stupid cat he is though, he totally insisted I let him out again... and being the kind of cat who always stays in when he's not feeling well, I decided he was probably okay.
So next afternoon he returns home a real mess. He was bleeding from his mouth and deffinitely not a happy moggy, though he was still able to eat. Once he'd stuffed his face, he just plonked himself down on my rucksack and looked miserable. This worried me, coz thats just not his style, so I decided an emergancy trip to the vet was definitely in order.
Stupid however had other ideas. Would he let me put him in his cat carrier basket? Would he heck. The aggresive little toerag completely tore me to shreds as I tried to put him in it, and then went and hid under the bed where I couldn't reach him.
With nothing I could do about it, I just let him rest under the bed and kept an eye on him.
2 days later you'd never know there'd been anything wrong with him.
He's entirely back to his usual self, all the swelling's gone down, no blood, and curiously, even when he yawns and I get a really good look in his mouth, I can't see any sign of a wound... so I really don't know what had happened to him. I dunno if he'd been kicked, hit by a car, mauled by a dog or another cat... or what.
Still, relieved as I am, it does worry me knowing he fights me so hard when I need to take him to a vet. I think I need to keep a tin of tuna in the flat at all times, in case I need to bribe him in future.
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Steve 9:51 PM [+]
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