Poor pusses..

Pretty bad for a while yesterday, back like we were for months when we first got here, shaking like had taken loads of ventolin but hadnt had anyway, ate a meal and it made no difference. We got a bit better later on and we found another charger cable for tablet and its taking a full charge again. No sleep over night of course not surprising as we were out for hours after the cats left. Cat lady woke us up late lunch time asking for advice over the terrified in the cattery pusses.. We gave all we could on a note but its maybe got misplaced. Heart breaking. We always knew we probably shouldn't of took them and wouldn't be able to keep them forever cat lady said we rescued them on the form and we wouldn't of taking them if they were okay where they where, Jess pregnant all the time, Princess being dissociated to limp state by the kid. We do what we can do when we can. Knew the sensible thing would of been to let social services rehome  them when we were in hospital but we couldn't let them go.

Managed to access a more appropriate for formal shit email rather than daffodils. Pabs took lots of bag up to charity shop, took out a bag of rubbish and taped up a box. Little steps. Lots done already and still plenty of time. Probs gonna need all that time. Rushed moves are even more horrible that plenty of time ones and this is us and just us, clearing here to be elsewhere. Will be good to get away from all the cat reminders as well as everything else. Keep seeing Princess at the kitchen window. Found his tube thing in Pabs room forgot to look for it before they went. He used to sleep inside it and could probably do with it right now.

We will be freer and feel more at home real soon. The pusses will be okay, hopefully much better than okay real soon to.

Quite sore and no fucking appetite. No surprises.