Yet more worry.

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: No.
Overall day(s): Worrying.

Last night Clever Bird suddenly realised that the clocks had changed the night before! It's quite pleasant gaining an hour at 8 o'clock in the evening. Calum was about to go to bed, as he had to be up so early, so he was particularly happy. Funny how you can go a whole day without noticing that you're an hour out. It also occurred to Clever Bird that one of the logical reasons why Hormonal Hannah has been anxious for the last few days, is because Furry Mama has been worried about Hinge. Yet again the poor little cat is really poorly with constipation. She hasn't eaten for at least a couple of days and is clearly in a bad way. So today Furry Mama took her to the vets. Now Hormonal Hannah is really worried as she has been kept in to have yet another enema under general anaesthetic. And she has to stay in for at least one night, to be given fluids. As she has been through this before (more than once), Furry Mama is sure that she'll be okay, but it's really hard for Freda Fretter not to be worried sick about her.

Trying to get Hinge to the vets was interesting. Clever Bird had a plan though. Get Furry Mama to put Pepper Pooch in Billy Bob first, then go back in and find the Hinge. Pepper barked his head off. Baggy had to scramble under the spare bed to retrieve Hinge. Once she'd prized her out, she then had to get her in the cat crate; the cat crate that it had taken Baggy over five minutes to retrieve from the (once again) totally cluttered garage. Hinge fastened one paw on each side - it was a struggle, but Furry Mama got her in. The crate weighed a ton, but Baggy got it in Billy Bob. Furry Mama had to leave Pepper in Billy Bob once again - no way could she negotiate a demented hyper-active over-excited Puppy and a very heavy, poorly cat. The vet was running fifteen minutes late, so Freda Fretter was a little concerned that Baggy might return to an eaten Billy Bob. Pepper barked and barked, and threw himself at every window, trying to see where Furry Mama had gone. Baggy watched him from the vets. She took Hinge in twenty-minutes late. And came out a further twenty-minutes later. Then had ten-minutes of paperwork to do.

Furry Mama was very relieved to find Pepper Pooch had finally given up the barking and was fast asleep on the back shelf - Billy Bob was in tact. To the doctors to check on Hannah's repeat prescriptions - once again Pepper stayed in Billy Bob. This time he didn't bark or even get off the back shelf. Then into town to pick up a prescription for happy pills for Hannah. Again, Pepper stayed in Billy Bob. By then he seemed happy to. Result! So as a reward, Furry Mama got him out and took him into the pet shop, where she bought him the best rubber ball ever! With a treat in the middle, it kept him amused for a good thirty minutes. Pity Freda Fretter doesn't have a ball with a treat in the middle too, it might distract her from worrying about Hinge.........