It is almost midnight, the Witching Hour, and I have been trying to study - but Pyewackett had other ideas! He kept sitting on my books and putting his claws through my notes and basically demanding attention. He is a little under the weather today and we have a regular visit to the cat-doctor coming up - I don't even dare type the V word or he will hide under the bed until January! He's a senior citizen cat now at 18 years old, so he needs medical attention more frequently, just like old people do. So after lots of cuddles, kisses and fuss, he has finally settled down on my feet and he is purring softly in victory.
I wonder why cats are so drawn to books? Sitting on them, climbing on them, sleeping on them, demanding attention when you are trying to read or study? Pye even likes me to read to him when he is feeling very poorly, but he has to be in the right mood. He seems to enjoy funny cat poems... I just read him "I Could Pee On This" from Poems By Cats. It made me laugh and praise him for being a much better behaved cat than the feline in the poem, so maybe its the attention he likes, rather than story-time. But I am happy to read to him and he seems happy to listen. Is that weird? Does anyone else read to their cat? Please say yes!
After all this feline interference, it was clear I wasn't going to get any studying done tonight, so I thought I'd write a quick blog post instead. It is nearly Halloween and I've got my ceramic pumpkins out, each burning a Yankee By The Fireside tealight, so I am surrounded by glowing faces and the room is filled with the warm, spicy, woody fragrance of mulled wine and a log fire. I have a glass of red wine beside me - just plain, not mulled - and I am feeling grateful for a cosy home and a snugly cat. I am aware that I have to make the very most of Pye now as I try to face up to his mortality. The years seem to be catching up with him all of a sudden. But he is still as mischievous as ever, as proven by the claw-marks in my college notes!
I am looking forward to half-term. Our college course has been very disrupted so far due to our tutor being off sick with stress, so classes have been cancelled, or taken by a supply tutor, which is far from ideal. Our own tutor is back now though and so normal classes will resume after half-term. I am a bit concerned that we are now five weeks behind, and we've been informed that we are to be given two essays to write over the Christmas holidays this year, to try and make up the time. This hardly seems fair, but I do want to pass this course and qualify.
I can see the glimmer of the finish line in the distance now and I just want to get there and get through it, so I can move forward in my life. It will have been a long four years of studying by then. I honestly don't know how vets, pharmacists etc do it...years and years of training...and no guarantee of a pass at the end of it all. It really is a form of mental torture. And I have paid good money for this torture. Money which could have been spent on Scottish holidays and Chanel perfumes and all those lovely things that keep life liveable. Alas, I have to write six more essays between now and June next year - six! Good thing I'm a writer by trade then...and a fairly productive one too, despite Pyewackett's best efforts!
Good night x
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