We all need to be heard for a little while.

Stoodles

Cats can be sensitive to mood. Or cats can just be bloody minded little beasts. It is fortunate for them that they bring so much into our lives, and that they know it.
The three legged beast was initially trained to use a litter tray in the shower, like all my cats. Every other cat understood that his means if you are caught short and desperate you can go in the shower, even if there is no tray. Tripod has interpreted it to mean that she can go under the sink, whenever it is raining or she just doesn't feel like the effort of going out. Not the brightest kitty in the litter.

tea_lover

It was a proper @rse-up, territory marking spray - no idea what brought that on. No other cats hang around in my spare bedroom!

heartbreak_star

I am glad to report that little fuzzy's paw is all better! We spoiled her a bit over the weekend and tried to get her to rest, and she was running about like normal yesterday evening Yay!

HBS x

calleyw

Morning my Lovelies,

Chucking down with rain oh well its only water and I will not melt like the wicked witch of the west. Hugs to people who need them.

What a pullover wanted to cash in some of stocks and shares ISA to make sure I have some money. So I don't push myself to going back to work to early and I have some food LOL!!!! Got cut off once and then had to choose the tax year I wanted to take it from :eek:

Anyway by the end of next week should have some pennies yeah. So no money worries for a month or two. Still will be careful but I still have some lee way for a few days out and the odd ice cream:rotfl:

Right need to go and move the car off the grass before I get stuck in with all this rain. Change, put some washing on and think about doing some prep work for decorating. only two years and counting LOL!!!

Everyone take care and catch you later

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


Yours

Calley

Georgiegirl256

Morning all! I got a better nights sleep last night, think yesterday's lack of sleep caught up with me, I was shattered.

Tea, has he turned from being all nice and 'we can make this work' to how he was before....in other words showing his true colours again?

Yesterday I was contemplating if it would be worth it for how long I'd get inside for topping off DH, and if I could make it look like an xbox or jellybean related incident! (The two things that were really winding me up!)

Stoodles

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.
This is the story of of the day I went into a police station and said "I think I left my knickers in one of your cars last night."



Many years ago, Ex and I had spent a pleasant day shopping, and were traveling across the county for dinner with his parents. We rounded a sharp corner on an A road, and found ourselves in the midst of a small herd of cows. Although he braked, we still hit the nearest, and she rolled up over the bonnet, put a leg through the windscreen, and slid back to the ground, knocking over several of her friends.

Amazingly, they all got up, and ran off into the dusk, bellowing. My first instinct was to get out and see if they were all right. It was only when I realised I could no longer see them that I looked at ex, and saw his face was cut. Two pieces of amazing good fortune came together at that point. The third car to pass was driven by a off-duty fireman, who stopped and directed traffic to prevent another accident, and shortly after him came a GP from our practice, even though we were miles from home. He checked us over, treated ex’s cut and said he would call the police. (pre-mobile phones).

Eventually, a pair of policemen arrived. One looked unhappy, and I assumed we were about to be in trouble, but it transpired that he was suffering from stress and probably not fit to be at work.

The first question was “What colour were the cows?” They seemed mystified that neither of us had noticed this detail. Apparently, if they could identify the breed they would know where they had come from, and get the right people out to round them up.

The healthy policeman suggested his colleague should go across the fields to look for the cows, but he refused, saying he didn’t want to go off into the dark alone. Then it was suggested that he stay and direct the traffic. The car could not be moved, and a recovery truck had been ordered. The poor PC wasn’t happy about this either, so eventually it was agreed that we would sit in the car with him while the cow search got underway. No-one knew how they had got out, or how many there were, so it was essential they were tracked down to prevent another accident.

Eventually the car was winched onto a truck, the second policeman returned and we went to the station to make a statement and wait for the in-laws to collect us.

Next morning, we heard from the garage that the car was a write off. “There’s lot of weight in a dairy cow.” was the explanation. The farmer phoned us mid morning, and said he thought we would want to know that the cow in question was up and eating, though she had cracked a rib. It seemed someone had forgotten to switch on an electric fence, so she had led a foraging party several miles across country to meet up with us. Oddly, the farmer didn’t mention our car, which was a more pressing issue in our minds.

And the knickers? The only thing I’d bought while shopping - left in a paper bag under the seat of the police car.

tea_lover

Love it stoodles! A girl I was at uni with had her car written off when a cow rolled down a hill onto it. Looking forward to the rest of the stories

Georgiegirl256 wrote: »

Tea, has he turned from being all nice and 'we can make this work' to how he was before....in other words showing his true colours again?

He thinks that because he's had this 11th hour epiphany and decided I'm the best thing since sliced bread that I'm going to change my mind and forget all the reasons I ended things in the first place. I did point out to him that if he cared as much as he now claims to, why isn't he actually listening to what I want... which is for him to move out already!! :mad:

As ever, it's totally about what he wants. He's not bothered about what's best for me at all, he just doesn't want to have to move and do his own cooking.

What with that and the cat pee am not in the best of moods today!

Georgiegirl256

Awww tea. In the words of D'ream, "things can only get better" today surely?!

You're right though, it does sound like it's him first and everyone else second. If he truely wanted to prove his worth to you (too late I know) then he'd be bending over backwards to prove it.

Great story btw Stoodles!

tea_lover

Exactly georgie! The only I'm fully certain of right now is that I need some space. Am open to the idea of staying in contact once he's moved. If this was actually about him wanting to be with me then surely he'd be happy with that. The more he tries to force his agenda the less likely it is that I'll ever speak to him again once he finally moves.

Stoodles

I'm glad you know your own mind tea. From my experience, once he does move, you will suddenly feel a sense of freedom and expansion. There is room just to be.