its good to be home

So, as you know, I’m back home now. It feels great to be back in my own place and back on Paros. I’ve been swimming twice and have been sorting and cleaning the house.

Before I’d left for Athens and the shows I’d ordered some cubbies/drawers from Jumbo and I have already put them to use, putting small things in them. The project isn’t finished yet, but here they are in their places in the house.

In the bathroom…
In the bedroom…
In the living room above the sewing machine table, next to the old hotel reception cubbies…
On the bookcase to hold office stuff…

When I say I’m not finished yet I mean I haven’t filled them all yet, plus I’m not sure if I’ll keep them all as they are or paint over the patterns, even just to fade the colours a bit. We will see. For now I think I’ll just make some simple labels so I dont have to open every single cubby when I’m looking for something.

Meanwhile, I’ve checked my plants, they’re all still alive. I do need to get some potting mix to pot up some more cuttings and repot some things. I found a stash of mixed colour and size rectangular pots in the trash before leaving so I want to use them for some of my succulents. I’d rather they were all one colour so I might try painting them… will see how that goes before I pot stuff in them.

I have tons of projects lying around taking up space in my living room but I managed to get rid of a few things…

For instance: the crocs I bought which arrived in the wrong size are now living on a friend’s feet. The foam for the antique Parian couch is now living on my neighbour’s outdoor couch (since the couch frame is still to be painted and will be put into storage till I have space for it). I’ve moved my storage suitcases (which were stacked next to my bed) to the now empty underbed space making them easier to get to and less bulky in the bedroom. I took some stuff to the rubbish cause I won’t use it, don’t need it. And I gave away some succulents I didn’t want…

I haven’t done a ton, but just those few things have made me feel better. I hate clutter and yet I live in a constant state of it given I only have a small place. Back in the old days of four bedroom houses with garages and sheds I could stash my stuff somewhere out of the way and close the door: instant neat and tidy home. Now I have to live with my clutter.

So… I better get to work on finishing some projects I’ve had on the wait list so I can rid of more clutter.

z

adventures in holistic care

Back in Athens again. Only for a couple of days this time… in theory. But I have to be back at work on Paros on Monday so I can’t stay long anyway.

So, today I went to get swabs/tests done to finally get a definitive answer to what the spots I had were. They’re gone now… just scars remain, but I wanted answers. Lainee’s tests came back positive for ringworm, the kitten had ringworm, I was sure mine were ringworm too given the situation… but they cleared up with antibiotics, non antifungals… so… I wanted answers.

Got to the hospital 20 min before my appointment with my mask on. The guard at the gate said come back 10 min before your appointment. I made some calls and went back. He let me in and told me to walk all the way around the building to the back.

I went round the back and followed the signs up two flights of stairs to exam room 8 where my appointment was. I was told to go down 2 flights of stairs and a ramp to the main office to check in, then go across to another desk to get a printout to confirm I was there.

Back up the ramp and 2 flights of stairs to the office and was taken in immediately. Three doctors looked at my spots, which had healed, and said ‘well, they’re better, we can’t test them’ (!!!!) which kind of made my entire trip unnecessary* but they agreed, it wasn’t ringworm, it had been some kind of infection. If it came back, go on antibiotics again… thank you for coming.

Go downstairs to the main office and follow the red line to the end, then up the stairs to another office and give them this paperwork. I followed the red line for about a mile to the office. They gave me another paper and said go up the first staircase to the end to another office to get a stamp, then go down the second staircase to the bottom to pay.

By the time I reached the office to pay I was out of breath and said this isn’t just a hospital, its a gym as well. The lady there laughed and said, “Yes, we take a holistic approach to health”.

I didn’t have to pay, which was welcome.

All up it took 1 hour. 5 minute consult and 55 minutes of exercise.

So… back in Athens.

The house is still not entirely finished. The tiler came back today to finish the shitty job he’d done and put in the fly screens he ordered for me.

The plumber is coming back on Saturday morning to put a tray under the water heater in the loft so that if it leaks it wont ruin the ceiling in the bathroom. And put in a shelf over the sink.

The electrician is coming tomorrow to adjust the position of the light.

The painter is coming back tomorrow to finish up the lasts of his touchups and collect his stuff.

I didn’t tell you about the shoddy work that was done by the tiler. I was too upset. It was a mess. There were tiles which weren’t flat/lined up on the walls in places. I did ask when I saw him putting tiles on a wall that was uneven and rough… surely the wall has to be even before you tile…? I mean, I only know what I’ve seen and done in Australia where you put up cement sheeting and waterproof it… but he said that’s not how its done here where the walls are brick… what do I know? There were gaps in the grout, he trimmed the bathroom door with what looked like an axe. The cornice quad looked like it had been done by a three year old. There was cement hard grout and stucco or whatever everywhere. He hadn’t centred the mirror over the sink and put it so high the light had to go even higher… it was ugly.

The poor painter had damage to fix in places he’d already painted. He had to fix up the really badly cut and placed quad cornice. Its not perfect but it will have to do. I’m shit at cutting 45 degree angles but I would have done a much better job of it. The tiler said ‘its the painter’s job but I can put it up for you.” Wish he’d left it alone!

Anyway, once those last things are finished, the cleaner can come clean up the place and its ready to let.

I’ve had people enquire. Mom has vetoed most of them. We’ll see. People are asking so there’s no shortage of interest at least. If I dont find the right people before I leave I’m putting it in the hands of a real estate agent. Its a nightmare I really dont want to deal with.

I really don’t want to have to come back to Athens again till after summer. I’m over the trips.

z

art from trash – sea rope basket finished

Back home. Finally. And SO glad to be back. The moment I stepped off the ferry and smelled that sea air I was happy.

Of course, you go away for a week and come home and it looks like you’ve been gone for months. Piles of pine needles all over the place, everything is dusty… but I’m home!

Anyway, I finished this little gem before I left for Athens and never got a chance to share it. Its made entirely of rope pieces I found while walking on beaches near home. Art from trash basically.

Its only small, about 15cm at the widest point. I love art that’s also functional. Lets face it -not many people have the money to spend on art these days, but I know I’d buy something beautiful/interesting/unique if it was functional as well. Hence, most of my creations are both.

So… news… I have some. I just haven’t felt like posting about it. I will. Let’s just say I’m not a happy camper with the ‘finished’ work in the bathroom, but that’s a long story for when I have more time and feel up to talking about it.

Healthwise I’m better, Lainee is looking a bit better but her treatment continues. I feel so horrible for her. Right now she’s staying home when I go out cause I feel safer keeping her contained right now.

Spartacus is much better. He only has one bald patch at the base of his tail left and even that is starting to grow hair. He’s turned into a wild child… all scratchy bitey when you reach out to pat him. And fearless. Then again, what do you expect when you have a kitten you can’t handle for ages? sigh… Hopefully once he’s cleared and can begin to hang out more he’ll calm down. He’s like a cat on speed right now… speed and red cordial. ugh.

Both of them have another appointment at the vet in a week. Sparky’s last shot and Lainee’s second.

I’ve started working back at the ceramics studio and love being back in such a creative atmosphere. Even though I’m painting all day, I feel inspired to do more when I’m home. Not that I have as yet. I haven’t had much time. I need to clear off the kitchen table (my painting studio) so I can work, but the desire is there which is good. With the heat in Athens, the headaches of all the stuff I had to organise and us all being sick, I just didn’t want to do a thing.

Hopefully things will get back to some kind of normal soon.

With a couple more trips to Athens mixed in…

ugh.

z

moving right along

The bathroom is almost finished. Yesterday all the fixtures were put in. I’m missing a shelf for under the mirror cause I decided not to reuse the vintage one my aunt had, and we need a bigger metal strip for the shower glass partition. Basically, the wall is crooked so there’s a gap under one end of the glass which doesn’t look nice…

The radiator and towel rails are in place on the right hand wall but my photo was blurry so I’ll post that side later.

The builder is here now finishing off all the odds and ends. He had to vacate yesterday in order for the plumber to come do his job. Its just finishing touches left now, plus putting stucco on the new wall, rehanging the door etc.

The electrician put in the light and updated the power board so we can get an certificate for the house.

Theoretically I’m on the home stretch… Monday the painter will begin finishing his part in all this, the cleaner can step in and clean and tidy the place so the agent can come take photos.

Meanwhile I’m heading back to Paros on Tuesday morning with mom’s car loaded up with her stuff. I start work at the ceramics studio this week. I’ll have to come back again for my test appointment on July 16, but I plan to only come up for 1-2 days for that. Everything else should be finished and handled by the time I get back.

I hope.

Its bloody hot in Athens. I slept with the air conditioner on all night last night. First time it didn’t cool down enough to sleep with just the fan. Poor Lainee is dragging her feet on our walks.

My spots are all but gone, just sort of scars where they were. Lainee is not doing so well. Her spots are now up to 5 bigger ones and 2 tiny ones which might not be growing. I’ve made an appointment to take both her and Spartacus in for shots on the 14th. Her second, his last. sheesh. Its bloody ridiculous how much this has cost me.

After all this you’d think I’ll want to keep Spartacus seeing as to how much he’s cost and how much trouble he’s caused… but I’m not sure I want to… All this cause I rescued one tiny kitten. Maybe I should find him a home. Seriously. He’s gorgeous and playful and loving but I can’t handle the bills for 2 pets. Plus he’d have to be an outdoor cat as I can’t be bringing him to Athens with me when I come back here in winter. That means he’ll be in danger of catching something else, getting into a fight with another cat, being hit by a car. I really don’t want those things… sigh…

I’ve done virtually nothing the whole time I’ve been in Athens. No art. No sorting of stuff, no tidying. Only the bare necessities: moved a bit of leftover stuff from downstairs and overseeing the reno. I’ve been down from the whole ringworm/staph/who knows what it is thing and the heat has just drained me. I’ve had to go out to shop a few times and return to zonk out in the air conditioning.

I’m glad I’ve been here alone though. I need to disinfect the house before I leave so there are no spores or germs left when mom returns. Wouldn’t want her getting anything!

A few more days and I’ll be back in my own home for a while, start work and things will go back to whatever normal is for me now.

z

trying to climb back on the wagon…

Remember this post from long ago?

It was from back when I was inspired to go off sugar. It was before my holiday to Greece where I decided to move back here to be closer to mom and family.

It was way before I joined a gym and began to love working out again after years. And got fit and lost weight.

It was back when I started getting healthier.

Since then I slipped back into eating sugar till I’ve once again managed to disgust myself on days where almost everything I’ve eaten has been sweet.

I tried going to the gym but got sick, couldn’t get into the new gym, stopped going.

I really need to go back to where I was about two years ago and cut sugar out again. Then start exercising again.

I will not make the same mistake and pay for a gym membership in advance again though. Not when I don’t know where I’ll be from one week to the next. I need to find a gym in both Athens and on Paros where I feel I’m getting a good workout and pay monthly.

I miss my gym in Tasmania. I miss my gym in Melbourne. Its so important to find a gym you like, where you click and where you feel like you belong. And after so many years of not going to gyms I was lucky to find two I loved being a member of.

I want that again…

I also miss my doll remakes… I miss painting…

I miss making stuff… Need to get back to that.

z

progress


Progress on the bathroom… Wall tiling will be finished this morning, only the top row needs doing. Floor tiling next.

The builder/tiler will fit flyscreens to the louvre windows in the bathroom and kitchen and finish the wall between the living rom and dining room. On Friday the plumber will put in all fixtures. The electrician will fit the light on Saturday and do whatever he has to do to get a current compliance certificate for the place (ugh) and the painter will return to finish his part on Monday. Somewhere in there the whole house must be cleaned.

So, theoretically, the house should be ready for photographs to list it mid next week.

All going well.

Keeping in mind that this is Greece and that things don’t always go as expected…

Still, I’m not doing badly considering this is my first renovation in Greece.

On the other topic of disease and pestilence: my spots LOOK like they’re getting better since yesterday, but Lainee has two new spots. Lovely. Given I’m taking an antibiotic for BACTERIAL infections, and it seems to be working, doesn’t that indicate its a staph infection rather than ringworm?

There’s a silver lining to Lainee having new spots: she was able to have swabs taken from the new spots today since they’d never been treated, so now I just wait for the results, not for 3-4 days before we can swab. Cost of vaccine/treatment plus culture: 60e. Second (and possibly 3rd shot if its ringworm) 35e each. (That’s not a bright spot btw.)

Lainee’s spots are more like mine… start off ‘wet’ or just red and then turned scabby. Like a real scab, like hard blackened spots like after an injury… Not the naked skin on Spartacus. And the pet shop lady who i got Malaseb from today who go ringworm from a kitten said mine looks nothing like what she had… I’m really dumbfounded by this!

I was given the numbers for two of ‘the best dermatologist in Greece’ but I haven’t called either yet. Originally I thought what the heck, if I can get this over with faster I’ll pay to go privately… then I remembered the hospital saying they wanted me to do the test after TEN days of no topical treatment. sigh… so even if went privately I’d have to wait those 10 days. So I’d only save 6 days from my current hospital appointment… Maybe. And be out a ton of money…

Maybe I’ll wait?

I’m not good at just waiting. I want things done now. I want it gone now.

I don’t know.

That seems to be the position I take regarding everything in my life lately. I just don’t know.

I know nothing about living in Greece. I don’t know whether I should wait here, go to Paros and return, whether I can make it living on Paros, whether I’ll have to move to Athens on a more permanent basis, whether I should spend money on renovating this house or not, whether I should just get a job and forget about trying to run a business which will cost me 200e a month just for the privelege of having the right to work as a freelancer in art/grooming/whatever whether I made any money at all… ie pay 200e a month every month regardless of earning a cent or not… and then paying about 50% tax on that cent. From day one…

I just don’t know.

I’m not ready to throw in the towel yet. I can’t anyway. I moved here for mom and I can’t just up and leave her… but maybe the wisest decision would be to go back to Australia?

I DON’T KNOW.

I’ll put that on my gravestone: Here lies Zefi. She just didn’t know.

z

reno update – ie back in athens. again.

The bathroom has been officially de-pinked.

I arrived in Athens late Sunday night and found this when I went downstairs in the morning. The bathroom has been ripped out and all pipes have been moved. The far wall will be the shower, toilet and vanity will be along that left hand wall.


The wall that held the sink is now empty… this is where the new panel radiator will go plus a towel rail.

The living room is now separated from the dining room by a wall which is ready for the painter to finish it off.

The wall on the dining room side needs to be finished in order to be painted, but the house now has two official bedrooms with proper doors.

This morning the tiler began work on the bathroom…

The electrician is here to move the light to the wall opposite over where the vanity will go, plus he’ll be back to fit the light fitting (all lights in Greece are hard wired, not like in Australia where you have plug in lights, sooooo much easier!)


We have these on all our ceiling lights, and we can buy wire extensions so we can drop our lights down and buy pendant light fittings or ceiling light fittings. Instead here you have to either call in an electrician to WIRE IN a light or learn how to do it yourself if you’re brave. I’m not that brave. Next time I renovate a house for myself to live in I’ll get them to put these fittings in everywhere for me. They just make way more sense.

What else has been happening you may ask?

Well… not a hell of a lot of good stuff.

On the Sunday when I washed Spartacus I thought he was doing better. Again, some fuzz on previous bald spots. But what the hell do I know? I thought he was getting better just before he got worse.

Lainee had a couple of red spots on her neck where she’s obviously been scratching. Oh no. I put iodine on them and by the time we arrived in Athens that night she had hard spots, skin thickening… so I hit it with more iodine.

Next morning I took her to the vet who said that cause I’d treated her with iodine she couldn’t do a culture and without it she couldn’t say what it was. I had a choice. Leave it without any treatment for 3-4 days and return to do a swab, or begin treatment as if it was ringworm. I bought the stuff but decided to wait it out. The worst thing about the culture is that the results will take 15 days!!! So I ordered the anti-fungal vaccine. If its ringworm she’ll need 3 shots at 35 euros a pop. Which is what Spartacus is getting. If its not ringworm she needs 2 as preventative vaccinations. Wonderful. At least after I get her swabbed I can begin treating her with antifungals just in case. I did ask the vet if I had staph, if she could have got that off me… she said that was rare.

But then do I really know I have staph?

I decided that all these doctors/vets who aren’t swabbing and testing to find out what something is and diagnosing with just looking at something aren’t doing a proper job. So yesterday I went to the hospital here in Athens that specializes in veneral and dermatological diseases. Trust me, its not a hospital I relished visiting!!!!

The doctor looked at me and said he had no idea what it was and that I had to stop the antibiotics I was taking, stop the cream I was using, take the ones he gave me, wash with an antiseptic he prescribed and come back in 10 days. He was said he would work on the assumption that it was fungal and that I got it from the cat and so did Lainee (or she got it off me poor thing) and go back in 10 days (to allow things to be back to normal from the treatments I was using) in order to run tests which wouldn’t be compromised.

So I have to wait in Athens till I get the test done. But the first dermatological clinic appointment available is July 16, 16 days away, not 10. And then, what will they say? Do this and come back in a week?

This is hell.

Not only do I have some pestilence which I most likely got from taking in a sick kitten, I gave it to my baby girl, and I have to stay in Athens for who knows how long, and even if I returned to Paros for a few days, I’m advised not to go swimming!

This sucks. I have no idea how this will affect my job as I delayed my start date till July 10 or so cause of the reno. Now? Who bloody knows.

Nope. I’m not in good place right now. Physically. Emotionally. Financially. This has cost me a ton. I may as well own a chemist with all the various medications I bought over the last 3 weeks. No income to speak of and anything I do earn goes straight out the window on doctors, physio’s, medication. Oh, yeah I didn’t mention putting my back out when I went to groom a dog, did I?

Wonderful, I told you. My life is all peachy.

z

an update

So, you already know what I’ve been doing for the last week… emptying a house of half a century of belongings, finding homes for everything, organising the renovation of a bathroom and setting it up to rent. Enough said.

Right now I’m on the boat on my way to Paros cause it turned out I have enough work this week to justify the trip costs. I’m so glad. I’ve pretty much done all I can do in the house for now, so a break in my own home, some sea and sun will do me the world of good.Mom and Aunt 4 are with me on the ferry, they will both be staying on Paros while I have at least one trip ahead of me back to Athens.

I just spoke to the plumber, they will be starting earlier than planned, but that’s ok. I’ll be back in time for the finishing touches. I had a great time writing all over the bathroom tiles with instructions of where things will go. Its the kind of thing you can only do when you plan to rip out tiles and its so much fun!

I have a ‘Fuzz Day’ planned today.

Have I ever explained the ‘fuzzy’ thing? Way back when we were kids, my cousins PG and little Zefi came to stay with us in Athens for over a year. That meant we had 2 Peter Famelis and 2 Zefi Famelis living in the same house. Hence PG (Peter George), PE (Peter Emmanuel) and Little Zefi. Of course Big and Little was just not imaginative enough so my brother (PE) began calling me Ifez, and little Zefi Fezi… which morphed into Fuzzy… and eventually we both began calling eachother Fuzzy. My aunt (Zefi’s mother) still calls me Fuzz to this day.

Meanwhile we’ve been getting free and easy with it. FuzzFace, FuzzBucket, FuzzyWuzzy, you get the drift…

So… today after we arrive and settle mom in, its a Fuzz day: beach and chat and basically enjoy eachother’s company. She is the sister I never had. I’m so looking forward to it. Being close to my cousins was one reason I was happy to move to Greece. I keep telling them that since I’m older than them and don’t have kids, care of me in my dotage will fall to them! We’ve made pacts to shoot eachother if we ever become like Aunt 1.

Speaking of Aunt 1, she’s doing ok in the nursing home. The staff there tell me she’s settling in and doesn’t seem unhappy. She has made some friends etc. But if you talk to her its the same old story: what is this place? they keep the doors locked. I don’t know anyone. The staff ignore me. If you don’t come get me I’ll take a taxi home. If you don’t come soon I’ll kill myself and it’ll be all your fault.

(I don’t doubt the staff ignore her at times… It’s called self preservation: you have to in order to keep your sanity!)

Anyway, mom is ok, but she’s far from well. She’s not her usual self. She tires easily and she’s incredibly stressed all the time cause everyone calls her to tell her their problems and to ask about Aunt 1 and that upsets her. Aunt 2 now has a clogged artery and the first person she called was my mom. Not her son. So mom has been on the phone with doctors and her brothers and Aunt 2’s son trying to explain that its URGENT and that Aunt 2 needs to go to hospital and that its NOT her job to take this on.

sheesh.

Trying to protect mom from her family is a full time job.

Now more than ever I wish I had a bigger house so mom could come live with me. I could keep her from all this shit. At least a little bit.Of course she’d have to adapt to living with a poodle and a kitten. hehehe.

I did warn her that if she ever moved in with me and she saw a naked man in the bathroom in the morning I expected her reaction to be: Good morning. Can I make you a coffee?

On a different note, I found these little beauties in Aunt 1’s stuff. Does anyone know what they are? (Hint, they’re not little jars which is what I thought.)

And here’s Lainee, claiming her part of this post. She really is my heart and joy.

z

where am i at?

In Athens, obviously, but where in the scheme of things am I at?

Short answer: still facing a steep hill.

Long answer: well… its a long answer…

Let’s see… Aunt 1’s house is a mess but the painting is almost all finished and it looks amazing. Almost finished cause the bathroom renovation was decided after the painter was booked in so the bathroom door and ceiling have been left to be done later.

As has the dividing wall between the living room and dining room. That wasn’t organised beforehand cause a friend told me she had a niece who was definitely interested in renting the place and they were a couple and would love to have a dining room. Now, I need the house to have 2 bedrooms in order to appeal to uni students or professors, hence we need a wall.

I’m sorting, packing, giving away stuff, putting what I have to in boxes to store. There’s always a ton of stuff in any home… so much that really just needs to go. Given Aunt 1 is in a nursing home and not dead, it feels awful to be going through her stuff and dividing it up among friends and relatives. But the reality is that she can’t come home again. She can’t live alone any more. It has to be done, the house must be rented to help pay for the nursing home.

And its my responsibility.

I got quotes to renovate the bathroom.

Good news: I chose the team I’m hiring to do the job and am pleased with my choice.

Bad news: they can’t start till June 26… That means an extra week away from home… not that I can’t use the time. I have tons to do, but I didn’t really want to spend so long in stinky Athens.

Thankfully my good neighbour is looking after my plants and the kitten. I’ve decided on a name for him: Spartacus. I love the idea of a HUGE ancient greek name for a tiny kitten.

I’ve also organised to start work after I return to Paros. I should have started next week, but its not worth going back and forth with the cost of ferry tickets.

More good news: I chose the tiles and bought the bathroom fixtures. All I have to do now is figure out the final bits and organise to have it all delivered.

I’m seeing a real estate agent tomorrow re renting the place but apparently its not the way its done here… most people don’t go through agents to find a rental I’m told. Everyone is advising me to just place ads in the paper and online and interview people and show the house myself while I’m here. Save money.

Sounds great… till I think of the tenants from hell I approved to let rent my place in Tasmania…

I dunno. I’m afraid to trust my own judgement, but on the other hand agents here are NOT like agents in Aus. Most agents here just find a tenant, take 1/2 to 1 whole month’s rent as payment for their service and then disappear. No responsibility to collect rent on time, no property management, no visits to check on your property. That is a service you can opt for for extra money, but its not part of the deal… strange. In Australia I paid an agent up to 10% (can’t remember) of the rent per month to manage the property but there was no up front finder fee. They did visits and made sure the rent was paid on time… Not sure I should pay someone to just find me a tenant… not when the house is in a very popuar area for students. We live very close to the universities and this is the time of year people are looking for places to live.

And Aunt 1’s house is gorgeous. Very 60s in style. I’d live in it any day. With a de-pinked bathroom and bedroom wallpaper removed its gorgeous, even with the original old kitchen. In fact if I was to live there I’d make a few changes and it would gorgeous…

The way the economy is going, and my finances, I may very well have to live in Athens this coming winter, but I can’t afford to pay the rent!

sigh

But let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. Cause who knows what will happen come September, let alone winter. The way things are going in Greece we’re heading into another lockdown. Greece is open for the summer and they’re actively promoting us as safe place to holiday… but with every tourists comes COVID19… I’m not gonna rant and rave now (though I reserve the right to revisit this at another time) but lets just say my feeling is that Greece will go from a great example of handling the COVID19 pandemic to a pitiful example of what not to do…

Later. Things to do now.
z

flowering plants and tiny feet

It took a while, and most of the seeds I planted either didn’t grow or died, but I finally got some flowers! Below is the lavatera my friend Ginny gave me in Tasmania a few years ago. They are by far the easiest seeds to grow and I got quite a few plants going. I gave most of them to friends to put in their gardens to ensure at least some of them make it. One of the ones I kept is now flowering on my porch.

The sweet peas I ordered from England (unfortunately I didn’t bring any from mine in Tassie) are doing well and starting to bloom. First came pink and purple, now I have one white flower as well.

As for the rest of the million and one seeds I planted, I have ONE foxglove and 4 snap dragons. Colours to be seen. And not a single granny’s bonnet. sigh.

I mentioned tiny feet though, didn’t I?

A couple of days ago I heard a tiny kitten miaowing loudly outside. So I checked it out, as I would. There was a tiny little orange and white kitten on the wall outside my neighbour’s place.

So, here’s the story so far… I picked him up and was blown away by his bright blue eyes. But he looked like he’d been injured, he had a couple of spots which looked like he’d been rubbed in the dirt… and the end of his tail was completely bald with a black tip which looked necrotic. Plus his tiny little paws were swollen and looked sore in a way that reminded me of my darling Billybear who had auto-immune issues.

I did what I do: I rushed him to the vet to be checked over. The vet said he had a fungal infection and the sores MIGHT be an injury but they MIGHT be caused by him chewing on himself. He said the swollen paws were probably from the same thing: licking them too much. And that he was about 2 months old.

He prescribed shampoo – said to wash him every second day. Said that it wasn’t toooo contagious, that Lainee would probably not get it, that I would probably not get it, we’d have to have open sores or a compromised immune system to get it. Just to wash him and feed him and that he’s playful and feisty so there isn’t much wrong with him other than that. It will clear up with time…

I then proceeded to spend 80+ euros on the shampoo, kitten food, a litter tray, kitty litter and a scoop. Cause how on earth was I going to look after a kitten without that stuff?

I know, I know… Why spend so much money on a kitten I wasn’t going to keep? Well… two answers really.

One (the sensible Zefi one) is that I should have kept the stuff I bought last time I cared for a kitten cause I know who I am.

Second (the not so sensible Zefi one) is saying ‘But he’s SOOOO cute!’ and ‘I’ve been thinking about getting a kitten’ and ‘he was meant for me’ and other such guff.

I can’t tell you which one is winning.

Yet.

I can tell you I’ve given him 3 baths in 3 days to kick start the healing cause I’m currently on the way to Athens to do some stuff and take mom to the doctor etc. I clipped his nails.* I’ve made him a little home in the back ‘yard’ where he can play and sleep and eat safely while I’m away. I’ve organised for my neighbour (the poor guy who always has to water my plants when I go) to feed and wash him.

*Nails. Clipped. Yep. Why? Have you ever tried to wash a kitten? Scratches. No open sores, right? sigh. I lathered myself with soap and pure alcohol and am keeping my fingers crossed. I’m pretty paranoid about skin infections and other little organisms that live on the skin. eeek.

But he’s so darn cute! And he purrs so loud! And Lainee won’t lie in my lap and watch TV…

Meanwhile Lainee isn’t too impressed. He’s not scared of her but she’s choosing to ignore him. So far he can’t jump on the couch (plus I’m not really allowing him the run of the house till his infection clears up) so she’s safe up there. She does think his food is pretty good though. Thankfully she’s shown no interest in ‘kitty crunchies’ yet.

He has no name yet. Maybe its cause I’m still not sure I should keep him.

I don’t NEED a cat. I don’t NEED another pet. I sure as hell don’t need cat hair on the couch.

But he purrs so loud and Lainee won’t cuddle while I watch TV…

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