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Hodge

Trauma


Posted in: Hodge, Mr. Waffle

The cat got spayed on Thursday. We were all a bit disturbed to see a big patch of her fur shaved, a nasty cut with stitches on her flank and a lampshade on her head. She was miserable last night and mostly quiet except for the frantic run around the house when she managed to get her lampshade off and we got it back on again. Mr. Waffle, who pretends not to like her, bought chicken specially for her and she was tempted to try a little bit. She was a bit chirpier on Friday. By today she was pretty much back to normal, but she has to be kept quiet and indoors for 10 days with the lampshade on. Frankly, I can see this proving challenging, she’s taken to sitting by the (temporarily locked) cat flap and mewing pathetically. Poor Hodge.

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Hodge and Herself


Posted in: Hodge, Mr. Waffle, Princess

The Princess loves Hodge.
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She spends her time poking Hodge in the eye and putting her hand, daringly, in the cat’s mouth.
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When she is not carrying her around.
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I tell her to put the cat down and leave her alone. But, surprisingly, the cat sticks to her like a limpet.
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Still, Hodge sometimes likes to get a good tree between her and us.
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Also she sleeps with a gun under her pillow, just in case.
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Incidentally, did I mention that Mr. Waffle finds himself speaking in French to the cat which is hilarious.

Weekend round-up (late for every event so only appropriate that this is late too)


Posted in: Dublin, Family, Hodge, Ireland

Friday night
7.00 – Arrive home from work
7.30 – Leave for 50th birthday
2.00 – Stumble into bed
Saturday
9.30 – GAA. Herself refused to play and the boys drew the line at hurling. Michael got lost. Not a success.
12.00 – Lunch
2.00 – Horseriding for children in the Dublin mountains. Their kind aunt got them vouchers. They absolutely loved it. I spoke to a mother on the sidelines. “Three children riding, it’s going to be bread and water for you from now on.” Hmm. They may have to contain their enthusiasm.
4.00 – Work thing for me.
Sunday
13.30 – Lunch at a friend’s house
16.30 – V. pleasant walk in the war memorial gardens at Islandbridge
18.00 – Arrival of Hodge.