I am able to sleep comfortably, now I have worked out different positions, as the bucket flattens when I lie on it. I can eat my soft food and my crispies. I can drink. Sometimes water drips on the surface of my bucket when I drink and Lynettea wipes it off.
I am not doing as much dashing around the house, but I jump onto the tables and benches and the bed and the sink, as usual.
At first I had to feel my way along the walls, but the edge of the plastic scraped against everything. When I came to a piece of furniture, or a door frame, the bucket jammed against it until I managed to edge to the side. Now I am walking further from the walls and do not have this problem.
Today it was raining and I stayed inside.
Yesterday we went for two lots of walkies, because Lynettea says she wants me to have as normal a life as possible. In the middle of the day I took her down the street for a sniff around. Not too far from my house, but further than usual.
Then, at twilight, I took her down the path at the side of the house. Lynettea stood staring vaguely around, as usual. I sat very quietly, watching and waiting.
Suddenly, quick as a whip, a fat skink darted out from behind a bin and dashed across the path. I leaped forward and snatched it into my mouth.
What a fuss! Lynettea picked me up and tried to get me to drop it, but I had it inside the bucket. She tried to prize my mouth open. Then I dropped it. Then she tilted me so the skink fell out of the bucket. Even though I was wriggling and twisting, she carried me inside, shut the gate and unbuckled my halter.
Then she went out into the garden again. When she came back inside, she said the skink was dead and she felt sad. She likes lizards. Sometimes I think she likes lizards better than cats. She said she had put it in the garden among the bluebells.
I ate my usual packet cat food for dinner. Fresh reptile might have been better.