I can has vets bill nao?

[desperance]

Hrrmph. Young Sir has spent the weekend dallying unproductively with his litter-tray, only finally having a decent pee half an hour before his vet appointment; which is of course exactly wrong timing, because now we want a urine sample for testing, and he is shut up in the bathroom with some clever crystals until we get one. However much he scrabbles at the door, and however much other damage he does. It could be some time; I don't think cats pee that often, even when they don't have presumptive infections. Sigh...

Barry is spending most of his time hanging around just outside the bathroom. Whether he's lonely or jealous or sneering, I can't work out.

Meantime, I'm supposed to be working. Suppose away. I think I might go downstairs and make some melon & star anise jam, in ongoing pursuit of new resolution to cook stuff I can give away in jars. I have melons, I have lemons, I have star anise; what more do I need? (I had hoped to find a recipe for melon rind pickle, so as to waste nothing; but googling for it only produces an endless list of recipes for watermelon rind pickle, which this is not. I guess no one pickles regular melon rinds. Damn.) Yesterday's peach & chilli chutney was a bit of a triumph, frankly; v nice with pork pie, anyway. And the house still smells of sweet spiciness, which is good.

And I have no concentration, so I might as well listen to the cricket, mightn't I? While I wait for a cat to pee. Good grief...