Wednesday ,the seventh catheter night , now that really sounds like a Swedish movie " THE NIGHT OF THE SEVENTH CATHETER " was eventful in more ways than one . I had just phoned the out of hours district nurses and slumped disconsolately back into my armchair thinking what another fun night lay ahead .I was contemplating whether to have a cup of tea or a triple whiskey ( thought that me breathing whiskey fumes over the district nurses was possibly not a good idea so plumped for tea ) when I heard the cat flap go and in marched Millie ( the cat ) tail erect ,mouse in mouth which she calmly dumped right in the middle of the living room floor .I have to tell you that this is her idea of fun , mouse dropped , very much alive then sit back and watch as I frantically hurtle round the room in pursuit of said mouse until I catch and deposit it outside probably to be caught again next day .
This time instead of racing off behind the bookcase said mouse took one horrified look at the situation and dived under my chair . Gleefully Millie crouched, tail lashing, nose virtually on the floor peering under the chair . Oh God I thought this is all I need ,blocked catheter , district nurse virtually knocking on the door and cat and mouse games in the living /V's bedroom .What a madhouse . I decided my only option was to surreptitiously move my chair . Mouse shot out into the middle of the room and froze , whiskers trembling - Millie's tail went from lashing to full rotation ,I will swear I saw her lick her lips ,so with an athleticism far beyond my years , I threw myself in what was rather like a rugby player diving over the line for a try ,cupped hands poised and captured said mouse before a startled Millie could make her move .Mouse rescued and deposited outside - arrival of nurses - "everything OK " they asked " Oh yes" I said " just the usual ."