The cat can't seem to find her spot

The cat can't seem to find her spot.

In South Africa the cat slept in her pink bed on the window sill, the downstairs window was left open and she would come and go at her own choosing. However since moving to Dubai, she's been unsettled, she's eating and even drinking lots of water, she purrs, she seems content, but she just can't find her spot.

We actually don't have a window we can leave open other than the one in the kitchen which is over the sink and we really don't want her walking over the kitchen surfaces, the other 'windows' are actually doors which we can't leave open when we're not in or at night and during the day with the air con in full swing she is either in or out. However she has become very good at knocking on the doors and making a right racket during the night to either come in or go out and we're not getting much sleep at the moment.

 Excuse the discolouration in the bath as the water comes out of the taps brown in Dubai

Hiding

In the closet

Why won't you open the window?

We feed her on top of the washing machine to stop Bob stealing her food

Death Stare

Not a big fan of cuddles, it's too hot 

Why sleep in a perfectly good bed?

When she can clear out my closet?

The sink is obviously cooler

Dog's bed claimed

Hubby took these two photos last month while I was away in Canada. Due to the heat both animals spend the day light hours indoors, with me being away, they've been spending all day with just one another for company.

The cat seems to have found her spot now. i spend most of my day when I'm in the house in the conservatory, it has it's own air con unit, which means I'm not battling to cool the whole house and while the dog sleeps on one sofa I've taken to feeding the cat her treats in this room and put them on her Hello Kitty blanket which she is now choosing to sleep on.

This photo popped up on my timeline on face book this week. I'd forgotten she went through her 'Hide and Seek' phase a few years ago also.

Let me know when you spot her.

'What have you been doing all day?'

I've got a bit of a temperature, sore throat, runny nose and my body aches. So yesterdayI took to my bed for the afternoon, dosed up on paracetamol, a mug of tea, book and twitter and fell asleep for a short time.

During this time my family left me alone, they watched TV, no arguments. It was bliss.

Hubby called me around 8pm to say he'd made a curry and would I like some..it was delicious.

I had a fitful sleep during the night, was up and down, some tweeting, tea, a smoke.

I woke this morning at 8.30am and hubby left the house within 15 minutes to take his car to be cleaned.

I saw the devestation in the kitchen and I freaked. Onion peel on the floor, curry stains on the work service, plates, pots and pans piled high all coated in the yellow curry stain.

I made a cup of tea, I put the bread maker on and knocked up a sausage casserole for in the week as the meat was going out of date today.

Still feeling ill and very hot, I opted to run the iron over the school uniform so I could then justify going back to bed and resting for the day.

I was ignoring the mess, he'll clean it if I leave it...but I couldn't ignore and despite him not being here to hear me, I thumped and banged every dirty dish in the dishwasher, I wiped down every surface. A child ran to my rescue and swept the floor joining in with my mutterings. I smashed a crystal wine glass, not in anger but beacause everything had just been shoved onto the units and came crashing down like Kerplunk when I moved one thing.

I swore, I sweated, I stopped for a drink...I finished, I showered...I went back to bed.

He came home...I told him I was feeling ill still, I asked him to make me a cup of tea...his response was 'what have you been doing all morning?'

I smiled sweetly, I returned to bed, something was muttered in the lounge with younger son.

Tea was delivered and followed with 'can I get you anything else darling?'

I think I might get him to take me out for lunch.