An Anti Time Travel Cat

Cuthbert is feeling better and has decided that the
humans' game of
'Changing the Clocks Twice a Year'
needs Sorting Out.


He is therefore ignoring it, and demanding breakfast at The Proper Time - which the humans think is too early. They are going by the clock but he knows - because his tummy tells him - when it is breakfast time.



It worked last time...the humans used to put food down at 6pm. Cuthbert got this moved to 5pm after the last clock change, and it has stayed as such. Now he is working on moving it to 4pm - a civilised afternoon tea slot.



And, if he can train them to do this, then he is just thinking that there might be space for a 3rd meal in the day.



Emily can't count or do time, but is happy to shout for food when Cuthbert tells him to. They managed to convince Caroline to give them a second dinner one evening last week. Alex had gone out and their bowls were empty, and they said that they Had Definitely Not Been Fed and Were Very Hungry - so they got food - and had 2 dinners that day.

Poor Cuthbert has a Crisis

Last week, Cuthbert came into the house and threw up in the hall; this happens sometimes when he eats mice and other garden takeaways. This time it all went horribly wrong and something got stuck. He sat on the bed and coughed and spluttered all day until Alex took him to the v.e.t. (He hates going there - he bit her once).

The v.e.t. thought he would be OK - as he had thrown up more in the travelling box on the way there - and sent him home. Poor Cuthbert continued to cough and retch pathetically all day and all night. He spent most of the time under the bed, and came out to lie on Alex and purr gently in the middle of the night. (Caroline managed to be away that week).

The next morning, Cuthbert could not eat or drink, so Alex rang the v.e.t. again, and they invited Cuthbert to come back in the afternoon. He was feeling a bit horrid by now, so went - and they kept him in hospital!

Cuthbert says:

'add my Operation to the blog. Tell the story of How I Went Under The Knife, and how the vet Sifted Through My Intestines to find the Foreign Body that was making me Very Ill. How I Nearly Died but have now made a Full Recovery.'

In the interests of balanced journalism, the v.e.t.'s comment was, 'he sicked grass up his nose and we had to get it out'.

Poor Cuthbert - anyway, he is OK now. And Emily barely noticed anything different going on.