Broken Ball

So, this weekend was MEANT to be quiet and uneventful. MEANT to be!

We have watched TV, dozed on our sofas, and quietly pootled away at one or two household jobs.

There have, however, been a few eventful happenings!

Most recently, a sock is missing. Feline activity is suspected.

Around lunchtime today, Dexter was discovered in the utility room, dining on a bone he'd taken out of a saucepan of hot water in which the Wonderspouse was making stock. We didn't know whether to be cross with him or highly impressed at the audacity of his actions. He's now gained another nickname: Bone Thief!

Yesterday evening was the most chaotic of all though. Smudge got up from my sofa to reveal a damp patch. I got up to fetch upholstery cleaner & discovered a poo on the kitchen floor. While I cleaned up the sofa, the Wonderspouse cleaned up the floor. However, on his way back to his sofa the Wonderspouse went base over apex in spectacular and loud style, yelping in pain as he went.

"Ow," he said, and "I think I've broken it."

Oh CRIPES, I thought, having visions of broken legs, Saturday night in A&E, pots on for weeks, goodness knows what! Meantime, Dexter started to howl, perceiving one of his humans to be in distress.

As it turns out, the Wonderspouse had, VERY fortunately, just bruised & grazed his knee very badly. What was "broken" was just the cat toy that had caused him to fall! PHEW!!!

So the Wonderspouse sat on the sofa recovering his composure, and cuddling Dexter to reassure him that it was all OK.

I had a VERY LARGE glass of wine, having established that I wouldn't need to do any driving to A&E!

This is what remains of the cat toy!