Thankfulness thing 4

I'm thankful that I can give blood.

I gave blood yesterday at work. The blood collection service headquarters is right next door to my workplace, and every quarter they drive a bloodmobile onto campus to draw on the local public service targets. They're also very quick to make you your next on-site appointment - even before you've donated this time.

Since my last donation, the staff now point you straight to the hand gel, and provide *large* cold drinks, both before and after you donate. A small cup of tea after donating seems to be going by the wayside.

Home invader!

We woke up to a suspicious smell in the flat on Monday: cat pee, specifically tomcat.

Sure enough, there was a small wet spot in the kitchen, dripping off the lower cupboard doors. This relatively small dose effectively 'marked' the kitchen, stairs and landings, though thankfully not the lounge.  

We suspect the local tom (a huge, scruffy, rough-looking tabby-and-white), or possibly Madam's on-again, off-again paramour Dexter (he's got form, as they say here).  

Dexter is spayed though, where the Rufty-Tuffty puss is still in full possession of his furry plums.  

We've had our doorway marked in the past, but marking indoors is new.  

So evening adventures are now curtailed for Madam Harley, at least for the duration.  

During the snowfall yesterday, Robert reported that Madam was in and out, in and out, in and out, tracking soggy mucky pawprints into the flat, so he took to luring her onto an old towel with the beloved String, and playing with her until her paws were dry.