28 August 2008

burning issues

The cat is fine. Except that she's not.

However it's nothing to do with the episode of the flying ember that smouldered for a minute or two until we worked out where the smell was coming from (she didn't even wake up). My family are cursed with animals that catch alight, as a few Boxing Days ago we were gathered around my parents' table outdoors, enjoying a[nother] meal of cold ham and turkey when I kept noticing an annoying odour of singed ... something. Suddenly someone said (as you do) Oh my god the dog's on fire! The daft animal had sat too close to the citronella candle that we'd lit in a futile attempt to keep the rampaging mosquitos away, and had set herself alight.

Again with the not even noticing. (She was fixated on the plate of the youngest person present).

Anyway, the cat is not really fine because she's nearly twenty, and is becoming unwell. The other night she was all wobbly and her legs gave out from under her. Other things are going on too and I know that I have to take her on that one way trip to the vet very very soon. It's hard though. At 20, she predates the children by almost a decade, and it will be sad not having her around. Son #2 in particular is getting teary already.

Mr Soup decided it was my turn to take an elderly sick animal to receive the green dream, as he did it last time (our 13 year old three legged Burmese cat). I'm a softie though. I'm highly likely to come home with the twenty year old cat still in her basket and a couple of thousand dollars worth of veterinary medication to keep her going for another few weeks. I reckon I paid for our last vet's new BMW with our Burmese's various surgical procedures, plus a skiing holiday or three.

To continue the gloom ...

... remember these lovely socks, pride of my knitting needles?

socks

I don't know why I took a photo of my feet resting on a cushion. Please pardon me.



And remember how I sometimes dry the washing in winter? (Hint, like this[scroll down]).

Well.

It led to this.

scorched socks

I uttered many many bad words.

Many.

We seem to be in the midst of the Great Lice Fest of Winter 2008. Mr Soup is the only one who's escaped thus far. (Clearly he does not hug his children enough).

My current audio book morphed into pure crap soft porn soap.

On a glass half full note, I'm itching to make something truly glorious like this.

Two babies arrived last week while another will turn up today.

And I just finished The Many Lives and Secret Sorrows of Josephine B by Sandra Gulland with the delicious knowledge that parts II and III of the trilogy await me.

The wattle is everywhere too, so there's that I s'pose.

wattle

35 comments:

Lucy said...

Hooray for wattle. It's gorgeous stuff.

Poor puss. Mine's on her last legs, too. But it seems as though I'm the only one around here who really cares...

katiecrackernuts said...

Goodness. That's a lot to take in. So many things being scorced, or torched, or whatever the right word is. I'd be focussing on the wattle. It looks good.

MrsFife said...

So sorry about the cat. Also, I didn't know animals were that way about fire. I suppose we wouldn't notice either with long hair on fire.

String Bean said...

I'm sorry to hear about your cat. It's sad when you know an animal is on it's way out and there's not much that you can do without paying an arm and a leg. I lost my first dog two years ago like that. Very emotional for everyone.

As for the socks, I will only say: Shit! I did that with some hand dyed hand spun yarn a couple of years ago. It sucks. Just move on. You have my sympathy. Would you like a martini?

Excuse the typos, if there are any. I've just had four (martinis).

CurlyPops said...

Poor kitty kat....it's so sad when they get like that. Poor singed socks too, especially after all of that hard work!

Gina said...

Very sad to hear about your cat, but that said there were more moments of laughter at the thought of the dog on fire but not noticing due to the plate of food. Funny because our dog would be just the same!

shula said...

Quite the Singe Theme you have going at the moment.

Are you sure you're not just burning stuff to feed your blog?

And those socks? In my book, that would warrant the C word. Because it's the only word that I don't use in everyday parlance, and that I use when I Really Am Mad.

Never mind.

docwitch said...

The final trip to the vet is very, very sad indeed. A 20 year old cat is not only a family member, but also woven into so much of our personal history and memories. I am glad the cat didn't actually feel the bbq-ing taking place upon her person.

I am sorry too for your sock tragedy. At least the pookie's singed fur grow can back. They are very beautiful socks. Understandably lamentable.

Isn't the wattle beautiful this year?

kirsty said...

Yes, big buggery bollocks about the socks! Have done something similar myself, so you're in good company there. It's now an excuse to make some more.

Joke said...

I would have not able to stop at an outburst of profanity and would have publicly announced to the household of the very grave foulness of my mood.

You held it together admirably.

-J.

rhubarbwhine said...

Oh, what a week. Thinking of you and your puss - hard trip to make.

Miles McClagan said...

My socks have pictures of the Pussycat Dolls on them...er...carry on...

Maybe I should burn them, see if voodoo works.

fifi said...

Couldn't you , like, shave the burnt bits off?


I had to go on medication when my 13 year old act was run over, I had had it way before babies and I was distraught.


I have another blue burmese to replace him, (and a brown to match the lost brown of the pair too). So far they are still with me.

I love this years wattle, so civilised and wonderful.


oh: the thought that a simurgh is waiting to be conjured up by your needles is a magical thought.

manda said...

cats, wattle, lice and burning...its all happening here too. and we had a dead budgie as well- after only one day of ownership. there were tears and a burial. im focusing on the pink blossom trees.

peppermintpatcher said...

I uttered a curse word and I didn't even knit the socks! I think your outburst was more than warranted.

M said...

Oh Bleh. Lets just focus on the wattle shall we?

Rae said...

Oh, those socks! So so sad. And your poor cat.

But yes! Blogging about lice is revolutionary!
Just kidding, but it makes me feel better that you did it ;)

Stomper Girl said...

Oh Suse!! Your lovely purple hand-crafted socks. Are you sure Shannon Lush doesn't have a handy hint for scorch marks, lemon juice and white vinegar or something???

I'm so sorry about your kitty-cat, 20 years is such a long time to have a cat-friend. I'm like you, I'd pay for the vet's new car to keep him around.

Courtney said...

Poor kitty!! We've had a cat that's caught itself on fire, as well (candle + whiskers = yikes!). I didn't realize it was a phenomenon. . .

Elizabeth said...

Seeing as I've just paid for a chunk of my new vet's school debt (I'm sure she has lots to go, she's so young) I can sympathise. I've never had a twenty year old cat. Sometime after the first decade we seem to lose ours. So we are on vacation here this week but NOT on vacation - pass the gloom cup and I certainly hope there is alcohol in it.

You just reminded me I have to get the chimney sweep in.

tut-tut said...

Twenty years is a long time; it is hard to lose a pet who predates the child/ren. I know. sorry about those lovely socks! Lucky you, though, with all your dyeing going on (see, that -e- makes all the diff).

herhimnbryn said...

Sounds as though Cat has had a good life with you all. I sympathise with the Vet thing.

Re socks, you can still wear them under trousers, so the burnt bit won't show ( that's if you wear trousers, of course).

Sorry about the gloom, but hang in there. Awiting your next post. 'Wattle' you do next?;)

Isabelle said...

Oh dear oh dear oh dear. So sorry about cat and socks. I've never seen wattle before. I don't think it can grow here (unless we call it something else. But it's lovely.)

Oh dear. Sigh. Poor you.

Fairlie said...

Oh dear with the socks. Oh dear with the cat. Wattle is good. Let's stick with the wattle.

tamara said...

We have a cat who managed to sniff a candle flame up into his nose...a clear case of curiosity almost killing the cat, methinks.

Poor you and those socks! I join with just about everyone who swore at the sight.

Wattle, blossom, and at our house the first freesia! Bring on spring, late winter gloom is hard to take, I agree.

Stacey said...

Such beautiful socks - what a shame that the same thing happens to those as happens to a cat that sits too close to the fire!
Perhaps you could scorch the other one as well and call it a designer embellishment.
Poor puss. Mine is sitting on my knee and I teared up just thinking how you must feel.

Blossom said...

oh no!!!!!!!!!!.your gorgeous socks!!!

lots of wattle here too

scarlettina said...

Poor cat, poor socks, poor you.

But the licefest, I have to admire your honesty. Despite lice seeming to be a compulsory component of our state schooling system (UK), it still seems to be not done to talk about it. I was sure I could not be the only mum to ever be inflicted with the hideous little critters so it was with a bit of relief that I read that part of your post. And yes, my Mr got them too. Ha, the penalty of sending me out to work and being a stay at home dad!

Carson said...

Before you apologised for it I was just thinking what a charming photo against the cushion that is;an inviting contrast of textures.
Perhaps the burnt texture is an unhappy addition though.
bummer.

Shammickite said...

Wattle - lovely!
Socks - not so lovely any more... sad about that.
Cat - tears.

kieren said...

Oh yes, our 20yr old kitty, who my husband and I got when we moved in toghether, so a very symbolic cat, had to be put down last yr, right when my motherinlaw was dying too...we were totally distraught...but she is now in a little pine box on the mantle in the dining room(the cat, not the motherinlaw)...we were about to move houses and didn't want to bury her in the backyard we'd no longer be living in....sigh...

Victoria said...

The wattle is wonderous at the moment and very much everywhere. So sorry to hear about the cat and her numbered days- 20 years is a lifetime all right. That must be heartbreaking.xxoo

Elizabeth said...

So sorry to hear about the cat, and the burnt socks (not sure they should be in the same sentence really!!) But the story of the dog on fire really made me laugh. When I lived at home we had a black cat who used to regularly lie in front of the gas fire until her fur singed, at which point she would reluctantly drag herself along the carpet to a slightly less flammable position.

meggie said...

I sympathise with the cat dilemma. I am always the one who has to be brave & take an ailing animal to be despatched.

Is Wattle also known as Acacia, sometimes Mimosa?

Those beautiful socks. Surely a curse worthy happenstance.

Melissa Van Oort said...

Condolences about your cat, what a hard, hard time for your whole family. How amazing that you've had her for 20 years! Pets are such wonderful companions, they quickly become family members, too. It will be a very sad loss.