Heavenly Beverley : An Overnight Comedy Act Featuring a Ragdoll Kitten

Monday and Tuesday were most frustrating days. As instructed by our GP, we started with a ride down the hill to see Scott, Michael's respiratory specialist. Two hours later, with no injuries or reports, I deposited Michael at the Main Entrance of Joondalup Health Campus,so he didn't have to walk very far.

Whereas I did. The carpark was in a pandemonium of chaos. The place was full to overflowing. I eventually found a spot in front of the private hospital and sprinted as fast as my short legs would carry me back to the Medical Centre.I arrived just as Michael was going into Scott's room.

The examination was as thorough as usual. We had really struck it lucky with this specialist after the debacle at another hospital. Scott is an excellent practitioner as well as being a caring, compassionate and very agreeable individual.

Given Michael's history and the fact we lived in the country, Scott's recommendation was that Michael be admitted and started on IV antibiotics. This was easier said than done. Joondalup Health Campus was beyond capacity. There were no beds anywhere in the hospital.

We were hesitant, unsure what to do. Scott was not keen on us going home. Neither were we.Then a brainwave.I rang Callum, asking if we could stay overnight at his and Bron's home, fifteen minutes from the hospital. All was sorted for the night.

We drove up to their home. I unloaded Michael and our gear. Callum was teaching dancing that afternoon and I needed to pick up some prescriptions. We were both going more or less the same way, so I offered Cal a lift. This was a golden opportunity to spend a couple of hours with my lad, catching up on all the trials and tribulations of his life.

Michael stayed at the house with his computer and the comedic relief. Ragnar, a Ragdoll kitten, entertained him. Ragnar's appearance was like a Siamese, startling blue eyes, the chocolate face, paws and tail, but with a fluffy hairstyle by powerpoint.

Ragnar is also a party animal. He adores being with people. Rather like a cheerfully naughty toddler, he pushes his boardaries all the time, often just for the reaction. Hence the chairs and the walls carry evidence of the forbitten scratching. He is inquisitive, utterly fealess and will launch himself into mid air with no idea of his landing point. It is incredibly difficult to be angry with him as he is such an engaging little creature.

We arrived back at the house. Bron was home from work. Dinner was prepared for us and his small feline majesty. Chcken breast for us and chicken breast mince for Ragnar. He continued to hurtle around at high speed until he was put to bed in the laundy for the night. With his hot water bottle in its cover.

I was up early as I knew Callum and Bronwyn were leaving for work at seven. Cal had picked up a day of relief teaching at Bronwyn's school, which meant they could spend part of the day together and travelling time. We were still on tenderhooks as to the outcome of a trial service Callum had undertaken at a restaurant earlier in the week, which would hopefully lead to a manager's position.

The kids left. Michael slept on. Ragnar was attacking anything of interest in his kitten mind's eye. Nothing was sacred. Eventually, when I peeped in on Michael and saw him awake, Raagnar took the opportunity to leap onto the bed and savage one of Michael's feet through the covers. We were in stitiches.

Eventually, it became clear that there would be no beds available on Tuesday either. We reluctantly decided we would go home, armed with yet more oral antibiotics. Our packing only served to increase the kitten's curiosity. He peered into bags, climbed into Michael's computer case and watched our every move. He clased the computer cords and sat on my backpack. Clearly, he was enjoying every minute of all this activity.

Bidding our grandkitten goodbye, we put him in his bed in the laundry. His piteous meowing could be heard as we closed the front door. We were convinced that he was weeping crocodile tears. All he was waiting for was some other human who adored him to open the door so the fun could start all over again.