The electricity went off just as I was about to write the blog. A few hours later, having cooked supper by candlelight, here it is anyway.
Basically, my message of today is to be very careful what you wish for.
There was a time when I wished that Tiddles would learn how to laugh and have a sense of humour.
When he arrived, in November, two years ago, he was depressed and miserable. He was a little nobody who had nothing.
Now he is a slightly bigger somebody.
Storm was allocated to look after Tiddles as we reckoned Storm needed a friend too and Tiddles needed someone to look up to.
And he did – yes, Tiddles found his sense of humour.
He made his wish come true.
Taking no prisoners.
while laughing at his friends.
There was a teensy weensy moment when I felt sorry for Storm.
But that moment passed when I realised he had it coming.
They deserve each other.
It is not just Storm who gets eaten alive….
Tiddles has other friends, sorry victims!
I am off to bed. Tomorrow is hospital for steroid injections into my spine under a light general anaesthetic. Perhaps do not expect a very coherent blog, if any, tomorrow. I will see how I feel.