I hate moaning about work, but just when I start to think "okay, I can survive here another few months", something else happens that throws me off a bit.
On other news, the cat is still not "cured". The vet wants to do a blood test which costs £150 and I'm not quite sure what it'll tell us. He's started being extra scared of D now- he's never liked men, due to D's dad terrorising him for most of his life, but he seems extra scared now, and isn't meowing half as much (he's usually quite a talkative cat).
I am in fact, turning into a crazy cat lady. A reclusive life would suit me just fine right now.