Just as I was congratulating myself on having a nice solid cat that didn't spew everywhere, the vomit hit the fan (not to put too fine a point upon it). On Saturday two things happened, all the powerpoints in the kitchen decided to go dead and the circuit breaker wouldn't turn back on and the cat started throwing up profusely over the carpet, the tiles and the back deck.
I texted the owners about the powerpoints - said nothing about the cat, not wanting to worry them on their holidays. I got a reply to my text at 2am and decided I would reply so I could sort things out then and there. Amid a flurry of texting back and forth the cat leapt off the bed and starting vomiting all over the carpet. One of those housesitting moments...
The owners hadn't left me with any details for a vet - although I had asked and had been told the cat didn't really need a vet - so I took the cat to the same surgery I had taken the infamous Bargearse. I had been impressed with this surgery as they had no less than 11 cats wandering around. Clearly they loved cats. The clinic also happened to be near this housesit and was open on Sundays. The poor cat has now been at the vets for three nights.
I mentioned in one of my previous blog entries the odd personality change in the cat from bold and friendly and annoying, to nervous wreck creeping around the house with an irrational fear of my empty shoes. Clearly it was starting to get sick at that point. Two days after this change it leapt off my bed early in the morning after half an hour of harrassing me for breakfast and promptly threw up all over the carpet.
When the vets started mentioning X rays and possible surgery for the cat, I decided things were serious enough for the owners to be notified. It seems that the cat had a similar episode some months ago. I was relieved to hear this as it meant that it I hadn't done something to bring this on. The owners also rang the vet and sorted out billing etc.
Re the power - consultation with members of the body corporate, a friend of the owners brought no joy. The owners didn't have the name of their electrician. I raced home to my flat through the riverfire crowds on Saturday night (the annual fireworks display on the river in Brisbane) and picked up a couple of extension chords so I could continue to supply power to the fridge and the goldfish bowl filter. It took ages to get through the traffic.
I rang the electrician yesterday and they suggested that I unplug every appliance in the house and try again. That didn't work so I will have to call an electrician in.
I have mentioned this house is none too clean. A couple of days ago I noticed a suspicious sickly fermenting smell emanating from the kid's room (which I don't go into). Investigation revealed a waste paper basket crammed full of old milo milk containers and various other chocolate bar wrappers etc and who knows what else - rubber gloves and plastic garbage bags ensued.
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