Weekends are tough. To make things worse, my poor kitty was sick this morning. I think it was just a case of she bolted her food, and there was a bit of a hair in the sick-up too. So before I could have a glass of water or a cup of tea, I was down on the floor scrubbing kitty barf out of the carpet. Because cat's will always choose carpet. I'm okay with all that, I was more worried about her. Poor girl. I got everything cleaned up, and cleaned and changed her litter pans, then I opened the bedroom window, so she could sit on her tree and enjoy some fresh air, which she did.

She came out the living room an hour later, she wanted a bit of a cuddle, and looked a bit more bright eyed, so I think she'll be okay. She's gone in the bedroom closet for a deep nap now. But my poor little heart is still fluttering, and my stomach's still feeling a bit anxiety butterfly-ish. Nothing sends me into an internal panic like worrying my cat is not okay. It gave me the motivation to book her in for a check up with the Vet for next week, she's overdue.

I did manage to get a fair bit of laundry done yesterday, got that old arm chair cleaned up and found a home for it in the bedroom. I wanted to do a lot more, but I just ran out of steam. Today I just feel spent, and it's not even 10 am.

Hugs to all