poor me

I seem to have a strange virus thing which started off like a cold and has just left me weak and sleepy. I spoke to Ms Ginger Cake yesterday and assured her that I would be in work today as I was feeling much better, but could hardly get out of bed today. It's so boring. I've spent a bit of time on the Mac, tried to read and also tried to watch 'Adam's Rib' but can't concentrate on any of these strenuous activites for any length of time and ended up falling asleep for large chunks of the day. If I'm not better tomorrow, then I'm going to see my doctor. I'm not sure that there's anything they can do, but it doesn't seem right to be off work for more than two days without making it official like.

During my time off I have had ample opportunity to watch Slinky and Ra. I have observed Slinky spraying in the house five times. He has sprayed in our bedroom, on our washbasket, in the kitchen, and twice in the living room. I sort of understood the washbasket and bedroom, as Ra had been lying around thses areas and I think he wanted to obliterate his traces, but I think the rest of the locations are part of his territory mapping.

I have been told that bleaching these areas is the worst thing I can do, so have taken to wiping them down with a vinegar solution. I'm not sure if this is going to help either. The pair of them are also having a pooing competition in the garden. At the weekend I counted fifteen separate piles of poo. They don't even bother trying to hide them any more. I can't believe we're caught in the middle of theis cat conflict. At least they don't have access to guns, although I had a fearful moment earlier when Mr McMuffin swore blind that someone had moved a kitchen knife he was using. Amazingly it was found in the dishwasher, so he is either gaining some tidy habits or the cats are using psychological warfare techniques against us.