I arrived at the airport at 5.30am Saturday morning. I didn't fly that far (only 4 1/2 hours) but I was wrecked.
Home at 7am and straight into bed. I slept until 11 which was good. I then forced myself to stay awake for the next few hours. This turned out to be easier than I thought.
A + C made dinner for me Saturday night and I unloaded on them. I apologise to them for out talking anyone I know!
Finally I was home again and couldn't get to sleep! Can you believe this! 2 am I finally got there! Yay!
Sunday I went household shopping. I had nothing in the house. I mean NOTHING. I spent a mini fortune on good food and then decided to go and get my cat.
She stayed at the cat hotel down the road...so I got her and she talked all the way home. When I dropped her off it took me about 25 minutes there and also return. Sunday was a really hot day so EVERYONE was at the beach so it took 45 minutes to get home. It was a great drive home - Precious said something, I responded, she said something further. I have a feeling that I was being told off.
When we got home she followed me everywhere mewing and letting me know how terrible I am as an owner for leaving her somewhere. This went on for a good 4 1/2 hours.
Then she started purring. 6 hours!
Finally I got to sleep at 2 am this morning!
Now she is following me everywhere demanding serious lap time.
Oh the joys of pet ownership.