I have been away for a few days last week and whilst away, guess what, the cat got an abscess on the top of his head for my hubby to find. I am only a car ride of 7-8 hours away when he tells me with the helpless voice. Take him to the vet I said he's probably been fighting.
Next days call, vet did some treatment and he's now on antibiotics Hubby groans, good I say he'll be fine now. Next night hubby tells me how he had fallen over the lawn mower wire and hurt his wrist. (Me rolling eyes to sky with no sympathy)
Well dear, I sigh, sorry but I am not coming home ( I am having a lovely time with my daughter and grandchildren) Well what would you do?
No broken bones, but next day cat been sick on bed, on antibiotics and hubby moaning. Change the bedding dear I say patiently. Big sighs from other end of line.
How come it all happens when I am away?
Is it me I ask the God's?
