Omar's Diary for May 22

We have a Banksy

Here in the UK we have an artist named "Banksy". If you are not familiar with his work it appears on blank walls around the country as if by magic overnight. No one has ever seen him, or indeed it could be her, work yet some of the images are very complex and defy the realms of what would be accepted as "normal" for the painting of murals. Some of Banksy's work has added a great deal of value to properties they appear on. Not that we are even thinking of having Omar Towers valued for sale.

So, you can imagine my surprise when having spent most of the day sleeping I saw a Banksy appear on the garage wall. I did not hear a thing and I am convinced Man Servant had nothing to do with it. Normally when he is doing anything remotely collected with DIY there is the sound of dropped tools or an expletive as something, as it invariably does, goes wrong.

No doubt we will be inundated with enquiries from art critics and visits by fans of Banksy once the word is out about this painting. I don't think Omar Towers could cope with all the attention.

Mitzi

At the beginning of this month Mitzi suddenly started to lose weight. Never a good sign in a feline. So the Servants and I arranged for her to be seen at my private medical centre. When Man Servant took her for the appointment Lady Servant and I feared for the worst. An hour later Man Servant brought Mitzi back with some steroid tablets.

Felines have a pathological hate of any form of medication, especially when it has to be administered orally as we regard it is a gross violation of our God like status. Needless to say Mitzi did draw some of Man Servant's blood the first time he attempted to pop a pill down her throat. It was quite amazing to witness. She is only small and for her seventeen years still has a lot of strength; enough to wriggle and scratch her way out of a towel wrapped around her.

The Servants thought they had done well and released Mitzi only to watch her spit out most of the pill as she walked across the room.

Time for "Plan B". The next day Man Servant crushed the pill, mixed it in with some butter and presented it to Mitzi on a teaspoon as a treat. She ate all the butter and licked the spoon clean of any residue including any granules of the pill.

Goodness knows why this was not "Plan A".

It only took one phone call to the medical centre to get an appointment on the day.

Lady Servant

Lady Servant had to be admitted to a local hospital for some elective surgery on Saturday 7th May. Poor thing has been suffering from a dislocated jaw for about six months and it has taken their health service this long to do something about it.

A phone call to start the process, a phone consultation with the general practitioner, a phone call with the specialist, an appointment for a scan, a follow up phone appointment, review of the scan with a specialist, a pre operation check up and finally admission to have the procedure done.

I am so glad I am a feline as it appears that our health service is much more efficient than the servants here in the UK have to use.

Man Servant caught by surprise

I fear Lady Servant's discharge from hospital was somewhat unexpected by Man Servant. He had been on a rather long ride on one of the equines and had only just got back to the stables when Lady Servant messaged him to say "I can come home now". Poor chap didn't have time to pop home to shower and change his clothes before he went to the hospital.

Equilab

He has this most marvelous system on his phone which can record where he has been, how long he has been out for and where he has gone either on foot or on equine. As you can see from the map below he and his riding friend covered quite a distance on the New Forest

A jolly useful piece of software which, as Man Servant managed to do it successfully, must be very easy to download.