Nesting.

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): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 6.
Tears: Nope.
Overall day: 😍

Baggy didn't go to bed last night until about 1.00am. She fell instantly to sleep with the Hinge cat at her feet. Number one furry was in the spare bedroom again so that Hormonal Hannah wouldn't disturb him. Minty Mutt joined Baggy at the foot of her bed. After the stress of the day, she slept like a loggette. Around 5.00am Hormonal Hannah needed a pee. When she went back to bed, Hinge decided that she needed a cuddle from Furry Mama - it was after all full daylight.

Tap Furry Mama on the nose with a kitten soft paw. Cute. No response from Baggy.
Tap Furry Mama on the mouth with a kitten soft paw. Cute. No response from Baggy.
Tap Furry Mama on the mouth claws out. Ouch! Baggy caught Hinge's paws.
Tap Furry Mama on the eye claws out. Seriously ouch!! Baggy pushed her away.
Walk back onto Furry Mama's chest - ouch, ouch, ouch. "Get off my boobs Hinge, it hurts!" Baggy pushed her away.
Walk around to the top of Furry Mama's head and start to massage Baggy's hair. Then pull a bit out with her paw. Okay.
Start to eat Furry Mama's hair. "No Hinge". Baggy pushed her away.
Head back to the hair and massage Furry Mama's neck. Nice.
Get claws out. "Ouch. Stop that Hinge". Baggy pushed her away.
Go straight back to Furry Mama's hair and try again. Baggy had had enough. She pushed Hinge away and pulled the duvet right over her head.
Crawl straight up Furry Mama's body and lie on her face! Baggy got the giggles even though she couldn't really breathe!
Baggy finally got back to sleep with the Hinge at her feet, at around 6.00am.

Butter wouldn't melt.

Furry number one slept well, and felt much better this morning. Although once he'd taken his antibiotics he went back to bed. Although this was because he is supposed to rest, it was more to do with the fact that the house was in such a mess that there was nowhere to sit downstairs. The Domestic Goddess had once again been missing in action. But Furry Mama wanted to look after her number one, so she bullied The Goddess into action. It's taken all day, but the house is looking okay again and Calum has somewhere to sit in comfort.

The good news is that Calum is much better. He thought that he was well enough to go out. He had a shower ready to potter into town. Freda Fretter asked if he was okay. "Yeah, I'm fine, but could you dry me please?"
Sitting on a lounger in the gorgeous Suffolk sunshine, Calum felt good. Good enough to go out. He enjoyed his shower. He got out and had zero strength. Not even enough to dry himself. At least he got the message that Freda Fretter has been trying to give him, REST! Now Baggy needs to do the same..........