One of Bertie's dreams came true today -- he got to play with a cat. Unfortunately it was the hard-as-nails feral cat at the marina, and it won. At one point in the encounter, the cat was clinging to his head, kicking, biting and scratching. As far as I could see, it didn't suffer any injuries itself -- apart from perhaps being a bit out of breath.
Bertie, however, limped home covered in wounds: a torn ear, scratches all over his face (including one right next to his eye) and neck, and cuts and scrapes on his ankles from racing over the slippery seawall rocks. The ear is bleeding like mad, and there are bloodstains all over the house. I put a bandage on it -- ha ha ha! Like he's going to keep a bandage on his ear. Sigh. Now the excitement has worn off, he's feeling very, very sorry for himself.
Apart from that, nothing much to report. I had a lovely birthday (it was one of my days off) and got lots of wonderful presents and cards. Work has been very busy and full-on, but I've mostly been enjoying it. There's a horrible flu bug going around so a lot of people are sick, and some are so sick they're off work. So far I've not caught it, touch wood.
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