6 posts tagged “cats”

Your cat is snoring louder than your fiance sleeping next to you?

So I was messing with iMovie on the MacBook and I came up with this 'gem'. LOLz.

Living in a house full of 'unstables' really doesn't help keep a sane attitude. I found my oldest kitty snoozing in a cupboard full of plastic bags, which she had been shut in for 4 hours. My youngest kitty keeps raiding my bin for the foulest, rotten morsels she can possibly find, dragging them all over the flat leaving a trail of ungodly 'kittyifyoucarryonimaymicrowaveyourass' smells behind her. And Jamie? well Jamie is just .. Jamie. I don't think I need to go there, seriously.

So yeah, I think this environment is keeping me sane. Anything in the ordinary just wouldn't be home.

Luckily I have a day off work today (and tomorrow too). Its snowed. Lots of snow. About 4 inches of snow. You have no idea how happy that makes me. Brings back memories of sledging in the field at home, getting my brother in a head lock and grinding his face in the snow. Good times. The cats are throughly unimpressed with this white, chilly goodness. I urge them to step out the front door and they just sit there looking at me with an unbemused expression on their face that almost reads, 'You think im stupid, you f*****g idiot?'.

So .. I have slept in till 12:30PM. Now what next to do? It's just not fun taking time off work when you have nobody to spend it with. *sigh*.

Tonight has to be one of the worst of my life. I (well, Jamie AND the cats) have walked away from a car crash.

As I remember, me and Jamie were chatting, when it all went in to sort of a blur. We were in the middle lane of a motorway and out of nowhere something hit my side of the car and we just span. Everything in the car just flew up in the air, as the car gathered momentum, striking the crash barrier on the left side of the road. My head went crash in to the side of the door as we were flung around. I could hear Jamie shouting my name. Then the car stopped. Instinctually I got out the car running part the way up the side of the motorway, screaming, 'Help me, help me'. Waving my arms round like some insane lady. I then ran back to the car. Jamie was scrabbling round the debris to try find a mobile phone, but no joy. By this time I was totally freaking out and ran back to the side of the motorway screaming hysterically for help. Luckily this time two big trucks stopped and came to see us. Two amazingly wondeful truck drivers held me and called an ambulance. It was there within minutes. Jamie seemed fine and had no major wounds or 'injuries'. I however grabbed the closest female paramedic, asking her not to let go. My main concern was my cats. 'My cats, my cats are they ok? Please, you must see'. The paramedic held me tight while Jamie went and checked. I got the thumbs up (both are ok - Thank god). So, here I am, madwoman on the side of the motorway, gabbling to the paramedics about, 'Check for internal injuries - I WATCH GREYS ANATOMY, DONT LIE TO ME' (lmfao). I had 3 trying to reassure me that all was intact, I did however have to don a plastic collar and lie on one of those hardboards, which I was strapped to. I will tell you now, I was fucking frightened.

Hazel (my paramedic first on the scene) came with me to the hospital (it was called HEARTLESS hospital, do you believe?) She helped them strap me up. I didn't like this. I kept pushing one of the male paramedics arms out the way. 'I want to sit up - PLEASE'. They wouldn't let me as they didn't know the extent of my injuries. Took about 20 mins to get to the hospital from the crash site. By this time I was annoying them by waffling on about 'internal injuries', of which I was told to stop watching Greys Anantomy, it's TV. They wheeled me in to a room, 4 docs, plus medics had to roll me on my side and hold me steady to check wether I had spinal injuries. I had no pain. GREAT. I then informed the medics that I better get a hot doctor or I shall die on them. They laughed and ran out the door as fast as their medic legs could carry them. I am not an easy patient. I got the all clear and was just asked to lie on the trolly and wait for Jamie. He was still at the crash site giving a statement to the police. I started freaking out again as I hadn't heard anything of him or any updates on my precious felines. I just though 'Fuck this', got off my trolly and went and asked the nurses if they could help me. Just as I did that Jamie walked through the door. I can not begin to describe how relieved I was, that both him and my pussies were okay.

We then got towed back to London (100 miles) with some insane tow truck guy, making me feel even crappier as he was going on about how many crashes he's done and who died. CUNT.

8 hours later and I can't sleep. We only got back an hour a go. I have a HUGE bump on the left side of my head. Mild concusion, left side of face is all swollen and bruised and I have a loverly graze down my left cheek and cuts above my left eyelid. And I feel sick, but I think thats shock. It could have been worse ... But it wasn't and we are all alive .. Shaken and scared as fuck, but alive.