In which I almost worry

I worry sometimes that the woman might leave me here. That she may have forgotten me.

It’s the drugs, I suppose. They induce a state of lethargy which is somehow morbid and slightly depressing. Still, on a positive note, it would not be entirely pleasant to be at home today. People do strange things on certain days of the year, holidays they call them, and celebrate these occasions with excruciating noise – jet planes flying overhead, car horns bleating and the ubiquitous fireworks. At least it’s quiet in here.

While on the subject of noise, the silver tabby went home and thank heavens for that! She was a constant chatterer and disturbed my naps with her friendly foolish conversation. Being in hospital has not improved my views on female cats. They talk too much.

Thanks : I thank the kindly souls who contributed to the bill for my – so far – 8 day stay in these clinical corridors.

Philip of Springville, Melanie of Harcourt, Ritva of Helsinki and Eddie of Pleasant Hill (near Walnut Creek! Watch out for snakes, Eddie).

Decided to drink the water, regardless.