I was (as predicted) woken by Mr FD slamming the front door. I lingered in bed until my alarm rang, 15 minutes later, by which time cats had been galumphing around the house with ever increasing urgency!
So shower, cat feeding, putting washing in the machine and breakfast followed in swift succession. Coffee, orange juice, toast-and-marmalade: almost always the same (with a variation of toast-and-banana from time to time). Over breakfast I completed Wordle, checked FB and read The Guardian online. I hung out the washing and then scoted upstairs for my online lesson.
This student is a pleasure to teach: a good level (though with a strong Venezualan accent) and happy to talk and eager to learn. The hour just whizzes by. Then, with a fresh cup of coffee, I wrote up her lesson summary to send, and found an article on the British higher education system for her – she’d requested it. Next it was sending the school planning to the teachers…and also writing to the training organisation with whom I’m working to ask if they would pay travel costs for the lessons with my new student. They’ve agreed a fixed amount, which, although it doesn’t cover all the costs, is much better than a poke in the eye.
Lunch was a sandwich, tortilla chips, a nut bar and an apple. I’ll take some dried fruit and a banana with me when I go to Montbrison, just in case I get hungry later on. I watched an episode of “Silent Witness” over lunch, and then prepared the beanburgers for tonight’s meal. We’re going to have them with coleslaw and salad and wraps, so there’s not too much cooking for Mr FD to do. He’s perfectly capable, but will have worked a full day, so I want to make it relatively easy for him.
I forgot to say that yesterday I fed the Poor Cats of the village too. Here are two of them. The first I’ve called Bi-bi (Pronounced Bee-Bee) after the ginger cat someone I knew had. This one appears occasionally; we’re not sure if he’s a stray or an opportunist. He’s in quite good nick. The other I’ve called Benni. She’s ever so friendly. Again in quite good condition, but Marie Odile, who feeds them with me & knows more about the cats than I do, is sure she’s a stray. I’d like to take Benni in, but Mr FD and Three Cats say “Non”.
So, all was going well and I set off for my lesson…about 5 minutes from home, I saw a dead cat in the road. As I swerved around the body, I saw it move! The cat was alive! I stopped the car and went to pick it up…and saw next to the cat a tiny kitten! I loaded both into the car, abandoned my lesson (I did contact the student, I hasten to add) and drove to the Vets. Sadly by the time I got there, Mama cat had died. The vet gave me some kitten formula and voila! Unless I found the owner, I had gained a kitten.
I went back to the place where I’d found them and asked at the houses. Fairly quickly I found the owner who couldn’t care less about the dead mother. He didn’t want the kitten, and said “I’ll give it to you”. I thought that it wouldn’t have a chance if I left it there, so the kitten came home with me. I’m only sorry that I know that somewhere there are probably Lucky Jim’s siblings who won’t have survived, but I can’t do anything about them. Very sad face.
During the evening both Mr FD and I tried to get Lucky Jim (it’s a boy) to feed but he wasn’t really interested. The other cats kept their distance, except Bib who came and hissed some very rude words. But we brushed him with a toothbrush, to simulate his mum’s tongue, which he seemed to like, and gave him lots of love. Though I’m trying hard not to get too attached, as I’m only too aware there’s a long way to go.
We did watch some TV but quite frankly I can’t remember what! Set my alarm for two hourly intervals – I’ve not had children, but I suspect I may get an idea of what nightly feeds are all about!