Boris's ashes are back home. I miss him. I find little moments when I expect to see him and he's just not here. My heart sinks a little when I realize when I'm down to four cats.
But...um, yes, there is Bernie. And Callie. Lily has a hurt foot. Dr. Knightly was so excited to see me the other day that she started to plan how we would TNR the three of them and fix Lily's foot, too. She got me so worked up that I can't remember what she said, but there was something in there about giving Lily clavamox, which I'm all for. I just need to see her and sneak it, crushed up, into her food.
I saw Callie and Bernie in full daylight today and I am impressed at how handsome both of them are. Of course, Callie's butt is as big as a pick-up truck but her fur is white and you know it's never flattering to wear white on the bottom if you're a little heavy down there. Bernie is gorgeous. He's a grey and black tabby, with thick, thick stripes and swirls. If they could be truly tamed, I would bring them inside, including Lily. And then all of the food would come up and I would never, ever, no, never put food out again. Ever. I swear on the head of my beloved Dylan.
Yes, I want them, Bernie and Callie and Lily. I do but only if they are tame-able. Dr. K could certainly find out if they have a little stint in the hospital.
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And what of today?
1. I'm no longer receiving broadcasts. I really do believe the cleaning knocked something loose, as Silk suggested. I'm glad, because the lives of two PSE&G workers don't matter much to me, and that's what it sounded like.
2. I went to IKEA. I always wind up spending more money there than I want to, but I didn't get anything useless or frivolous. By the time it was over, I was sweating like crazy because the lower half of IKEA is located just barely north of Hell.
3. It's snowing today and I like it very much. It's too warm for it to stick, so I like just watching it come down. Oh, it's beautiful now. Big fat flakes that I don't have to worry about dealing with. Just right. Hm. I'm thinking hot cocoa may be the way to go.
1 comment:
All cats are tame-able. It just depends on what your definition of "tame" is.
We have a cat at the adoption center who I thought would be a lifer because she is un-pettable and un-handleable. She is practically psychotic. Yesterday a young couple came in looking for a "fat, mean cat". A match made in heaven.
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