October 15th Thursday.

My cat, Sol, is currently locked in the kitchen. Ive tried to go in and his fangs are out and hes hissing at me. Jensen has tried go near him and hes clawed his arm. This cat is the devil, I swear.

Ive been to collect his sedation medication from the vets that hes got have at 7.30am tomorrow, 2 hours before he goes the vets to have his balls cut off and I swear, if neutering him doesnt work, hes about to become an outdoor cat because I can not live like this. Im scared to be in my own home.

Damian came school this morning with Max to watch Jesse in his assembly. Jesse was made up.

We're getting a takeaway for tea because I can't get in my kitchen. Its ridiculous. All this because of a fucking cat.

Jesse's nearly done his 2nd full week at school. Having 3 alarms go off every 15 minutes in the morning is helping to wake me up, and its working.

From the school this morning ive walked to the chemist to collect mine and Jasper's antibiotics because the cat has bit us both. Proud of myself for walking there. Was so nervous and dont know why, but then I walked to Asda too.

Today is a good day. Im feeling ok mentally, just hope it lasts.

Pray for me that I can get my naughty cat in his carrier in the morning. He really needs to be neutered. 

Anyway, chicken and chips for tea from Neelam.

When I go bed ill let the cat out of the kitchen, but until then, hes staying in there.