What a night!

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state! Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 9.
Tears: Lots.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Irrelevant.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): No, nor yesterday.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): Not checked.
Overall day:  😿


Okay baggees this will be brief and not Clara's usual format. Too tired. Too exhausted. Too highly strung and need to go to bed as have to be up at 5.00am!!

So last night:

Hinge came home. But got worse as the evening went on. Furry Mama was chuffed as she did a little poo in the litter tray, followed by a squirt of poo all over the bed. Then it went wrong. All night trying to poo, and in pain. Baggy got woken by a stink - relieved she checked, only to realise Mint had done a massive poo on his bed!! Hinge was lying in the litter tray in agony. Next time she got woken it was 2.45am, and a woman screaming for some bloke to leave her alone. Freda Fretter spent the next forty minutes on a 999 call. The police came eventually! Meanwhile Hinge had got worse.

By this morning she wouldn't even purr, and hadn't eaten or drunk. She spent the day at the vets having surgery (not cut open thankfully), to physically remove the poo. My lovely sister arrived. She and Clara started getting ready for tomorrow's vintage fair.  Long story short, Bracket got scared and shot up an oak tree in the garden.

Six hours later she was still up the tree and Furry Mama was hysterical. Baggy built a kind of tree house. She still wouldn't come down.

Creative Clara needed a float for the fair, so they had to go into town. When they got back, she was still up the tree. Furry Mama had to go and get Hinge. She's so much better. This evening she's eating, throwing herself on her back and head-butting Furry Mama. Number one furry got home. Rearranged Clever Bird's "tree house". Got a long stick. Prodded Bracket up the bottom until she fell off her branch and ran down a plank and hid in the bushes. Furry Mama finally caught her. She is now hiding under Baggy's bed refusing to come out.

Meanwhile Clara has supposed to have been getting ready for her two debut fairs this weekend. Fail! But she's as organised as she's going to be, so instead Baggy and her sister are quietly sozzled which will be interesting in the morning when they have to get up...........