Two months since the last time I wrote a personal update; it’s a shame!
Who knew being bedbound and trying to recover from that takes up all your time?! Even though I am feeling horribly at the moment, I decided my blog needed some attention. The thing about recovering from being bedbound is that you suddenly want to do EVERYTHING because you couldn’t do it for a while. But after being quite busy for a few weeks I kind of collapsed on Tuesday, and am back in bed now. Whoops! I kind of knew it would happen, but I was stubborn. So I had to learn it the hard way. I had to cancel all my plans for this and next week and have a bit of a reality check.
So let’s get back to the diary part.
In August my cat Sparrow died of poisoning. Which was quite traumatic, to be honest. To see a 5-year-old healthy cat drop dead within minutes, was horrifying! I was so shocked someone would actually kill a loved cat for no reason at all, Sparrow was an absolute sweetheart! I miss him so much and he can never be replaced. He was the first pet me and Jasper got together and it was so sad seeing how destroyed our other cat Jack was. He wouldn’t eat, was searching for his brother for days and wanted to cuddle full time. The poor guy! He is alright now but as Jack has never been an only cat, we decided to search for a friend for him last weekend.
We really wanted to adopt an adult cat from a shelter so last weekend we jumped in the car and drove to a few shelters nearby. The first shelter (‘t Heerveld, for my fellow Northern Dutchies) was amazing. The rooms for cats were spacious, there was lots of information about the cats and the people were really nice. As we have two adopted Spanish Greyhounds and our other cat Jack we couldn’t just adopt any cat. We loved a couple of cats there but weren’t sure they fit into our household. So we decided to give it some more thought and visit another shelter (De Swinge). It only had a few cats so we didn’t think we would find a cat there, but you only need one cat to fit into your household and we found the perfect cat. We were looking for a calm cat, who wasn’t too dominant but also not scared. It needed to be able to stand up to the dogs (or at least not run away) without bullying them (Jack bullies the dogs, we call him Terror Jack). And last but not least, it couldn’t be too scared/nervous as there are dozens of cats in our neighbourhood. We adopted a gingery-white cat and named her Lizzy, after Elizabeth Swan from Pirates of the Caribbean, as all of our cats are named after characters from that movie.
It’s always a little scary adding a new cat to your household, will the cats get along and will she be happy? But she is doing great! She and Jack were done hissing after about 2 days and now they co-exist without issues. According to Jasper they were playing together for the first time yesterday evening. She is perfect with the dogs and she is getting more used to our house. She is extremely curious and follows us around all over the place. She isn’t scared of anything, she just stares at you when you make a lot of noise or anything. I am sure she and Jack will be buddies in no time.
Last week I had my first appointment in the rehabilitation centre I will be visiting VERY often the next couple of months. After my fall, nearly 4 months ago, I need some help getting my life back. We discussed what areas in my life I needed help with, she did a full physical check to see if I maybe needed a scan or x-ray (which I did not) and it was a really good appointment. It was my first doctor’s visit where I walked in and the doctor had read my entire file and knew everything about me, and my file is LONG. I was impressed! In a couple of weeks my actual treatment is starting and I am very nervous but also excited. I went to the same rehabilitation centre 6 years ago and it was extremely tough and hard but I learned so much!
We are all caught up now, phew! I will do one again soon, promise.