When Wish was a kitten he used to eat our shoelaces. Eventually, he passed onto gnawing fleece blankets. He must have ruined at least three different blankets in his first year with us.

When Wish was a kitten he used to try and eat my ankles. During summer, and we have a long one, my ankles, shins and feet would be covered in tiny red scratch marks. He kept up this habit for a few years before we snapped newspapers in his direction and he stopped.

Wish loved sweet corn and corn on the cob. His favourite treat was sweet corn mixed with tuna, it was like ambrosia for him.

Wish made love to any shoe that came in from the outside. No maiden shoe was safe from his kitty-wiles.

Wish was psychotic.

Wish used to have steal our food from the table.

Wish had a hiding place in the crawl space in the ceiling. It's was out of his reach for a long time because we renovated the place and the fridge he jumped up to in order to reach it was moved.

I think he missed it.

Wish used to sleep in my bed, in summer it was terrible, in winter it was divine.

Wish once decided to stay in the bed while my-then-girlfriend and I fooled around, but it freaked her out and he was chucked out. He didn't seem to mind either way.

Wish used to sound like a bulldozer when he kneaded me.

Wish was scared of babies.

Wish used to sit near the vent of the computer, catching the hot air.

Wish used to nag my mother everyday for his snack. Even if someone else had already given it to him.

Wish was 15.

The cat is alive and pissed off.

Which is a good thing.

He spent the whole day hissing at the vets and breathing in oxygen in the oxygen tank.

He's now supposed to take an extra pill for appetite and keep taking steroids to keep his lungs open.

I dunno if I can keep this up on a regular basis.

It's just too much.

Also, I have some kind of flare up in my wrist and am rubbing stinky ointment into it and wearing a brace.

Life isn't easy, but it really could be worse, so I'll complain just a little bit.

The parental units have returned from abroad and I've returned to my flat up north.

I'm very worried about Wish, because my mother ordered cleaners for the rooms and hallway that had been flooded and just before I left I heard him cough.

The cough was not as bad as it had been, he wasn't hacking or sounded like he was losing a lung, but he hadn't coughed since he came back from the vet and now he's starting again? I'm concerned about that.

Happy things though, due to my taking care of everything while my parents were away I received many presents of material worth! Like shirts and earrings (I love earrings!), I now have so many that I need another stand to hang them on.

Spending time at my childhood home really feels like a holiday, because I'm now heading out to shop for things like milk, eggs and other groceries on which [Sexy!Roommate] and I need to live.

I still have a beta reading to do, write my own fics and get ahead for a lecture I am probably going to be giving at the end of may.

And get a job.

SNAFU.

Wish, my cat, has asthma.

I headed out at around half past eight this morning to get a vet from the clinic to help me take him there.

The poor boy was having a nap when I brought him downstairs to the waiting cage. It wasn't that terrible, he weed on me, but that's to be expected - the old man was utterly stressed out.

Once the vet gave him a shot to drowse him, he made noises reminiscent of Darth Vader, wheezing and gurgling. He sounded like an old man with emphysema. Once we arrived and the head of the clinic took a look at him and pronounced him "Very bad shape."

Cue the tears.

So there I was, sitting in the waiting room, crying my eyes out, under the impression that my cat is all but dead on his feet.

I called my brother, who is the only other sibling who loves the cat because he was living at home when Wish came to live with us (my older sisters were already out on their own, so they have no special feeling towards Wish). I called my brother, and he rushed over from work and sat with me for half an hour, and I'm really happy he did.

At around half past 10 the head vet came out to let us know that Wish is in the oxygen saturation chamber and that we should be able to take him home soon. They also gave me a prescription for the asthma, all of which he should be able to take with his daily wet food snack.

So we waited and the vet said his breathing was still bad so he wanted to keep him in for a few more hours.

And here we are. My cat is still at the vet and I'm still crying my eyes out, because this is the longest he's been our of the house since he was fixed as an older kitten, over 14 years ago.

My parents are abroad and my brother couldn't stay and now I don't know what to think about it all.

Wish was being so cute lying on my notes and articles, I had to stop working (though obviously I'd stopped beforehand because I didn't stop him from spreading his mighty girth on all my papers!)

I had to share with you all.

I think we're cute together! ( Cat and Grrl )

Of course then he got annoyed: ( May not be work safe do to private cat parts being on unabashed display )