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Last week was really rough, with long exhausting work days on top of everything else...
PoliticalCat -
That you for the lol - I did! and what a sweet little calico, too. Also thank you for the description of Madu sleeping in the sun - so sweet. And in exchange for Madu, here is the Cloudling:
PoliticalCat -
That you for the lol - I did! and what a sweet little calico, too. Also thank you for the description of Madu sleeping in the sun - so sweet. And in exchange for Madu, here is the Cloudling:
Yesterday Morning
Cloud was all alone on the dining room table, pretty much in the exact middle and definitely in the middle of a lovely ray of sunshine... She was so content she didn't even mind me washing her eyes. Her sun-warmed fur was soft and sweet to breathe and iridescent glittery. Even her happy little drools sparkled like diamonds...
And, for extra credit, I give you Petunnia:
And, for extra credit, I give you Petunnia:
Also Yesterday
Not quite sure why, but Petunnia hasn't spent much time on the table lately (mourning Banshee, perhaps, on some level?) - instead she is spending a lot of time in the garden window, not often looking out, but sprawling elegantly, looking like a little queen on an airy throne. (I even gave her her FancyFeast there last night.)
posted by Lizzy at 3:10 PM
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Awww! Two beautiful kitteh mind pictures! Thank you, thank you. Now, may I please ask you to send some GOOD thoughts to little Madu? Remember that horrible bite he got sometime ago, one puncture just above his eye and the other near his jugular? I felt so proud of myself for cleaning it with warm water and keeping it clean for a week or such? Never trust a bitten kitteh - their outside heals in a flash. The inside? He has an abscess. My poor little sweetheart. He is SUCH a grump, but a sweet-natured, loving grump. So he grumbles in a low "MRRRR" when I pick him up to attend to his various punctures and scars, but doesn't move (El Narcolepto is his other name), except for that constantly flicking tail tip. And of course, Gustav, who is utterly possessed by a tragic case of Tail Envy (having no tail himself, being a Japanese Bobtail, and all) can't resist that flicking golden lure.
What a life it is, with cats! Please send the little furbag some warm sunshiny thoughts as I apply warm compresses to his jaw daily!
I am SO glad to have you back, dear Lizzy! Rest and take good care of yourself.
Oh, noes! Oh, dear, Madu!!
Please, please, sweetheart - let your human take care of you - and get better just on account of!! You are important to your virtual humanz!! And, poor, poor TPC - how are you doing?? Re-coop-wise and pain medz and all...!
I'm actually worried about the fact that my pain levels are still so high eight weeks after surgery. Some days I am taking more than my allotted prescription of medications, with little effect. Mostly, though, I obey the doctor's orders. The physical therapy is so painful, I'd almost rather be dead. Almost, but not quite. Since I would miss these little pigs in fur suits. The good news is, I no longer sweat buckets from the effort of standing up. I actually managed to stay on my feet for an hour or two (although my leg muscles on the affected side went into spasms and shuddering cramps, and I ended up hanging on to a table, bent double). Still, the days are beautiful, though cold, and the furbags are — furbagly. Today has been fights interspersed with naps, and Zingiber has developed a very musical snore! It's hilarious, really. I must find a way to put it on the blog. So, I wish I didn't hurt so much, because then I could enjoy my life a little more. I will hang my head and say that you have been a veritable lifeline, with your beautiful pictures and words and sweet stories of teh 922. The fabric art piece is starting to come together. It takes time because I can only do things for so long before I become tired and petulant. Fortunately, I have furbags. Bandicoot's latest thing is to come over for hugs and kisses every day. He presses his forehead against my nose and waits till I kiss him, then starts to purr and nudge me till I hug him.
He sure knows how to make a hoomin feel special! I worry about you being so tired and all! I will, honestly, get around to posting recipes of things that will nourish your body. I wish I knew how to nourish your mind and soul too, so you would feel renewed! Perhaps I should ask your help on the Fabric Art project? Hmm? Would that make you feel good? Or perhaps it's too much for you to deal with. Instead, I should start photographing and posting about it.
Anyway. I worry. And so do los gatos. And we send you every good wish for you to be happy and well and healthy. Because you are very special to us all.
My captcha is "bught"! And I am! I am so worried about you. I might be tired, but I'm not in agony - what does your doctor say? How long do muscles take to heal? Are you doing anything else, like heat or cold, that might help? Poor darling - I am so anxious for you to be well and strong again! Glad to know that the babes provide some distraction for you. Bandicoot reminds me of Angel who stands on the toilet lid, front feet on the vanity until I kiss his forehead - then he scampers away... I do look forward to seeing and hearing more about your art project, but I like even more to hear that the pain is easing! You take care, too!!
Well! I had a talk with the physical therapist today, and he said some people have pain for six months or more, and not to worry about it! What-ever. He said the exercises would help (Hah!). I rewarded myself with a trip to a lace museum, and bought some beautiful thread and floss. Next week I will buy some silk thread.
Dear little Bandicoot reaches out with one furry paw to poke at me if the hugs and kisses don't come fast enough. What an odd fellow! He's napping now. Later he'll come by for a few pokes and hugs and kisses. He likes it when I tuck his enormous head under my chin and rub his back with both hands. Like the Cloudling, he has very silky fur.
I'm going to nap now. Exhausted by the PT. He said I could take a walk in around 9 months, and hike in a little over a year. Oh, well. At least the kitties will have time to get thoroughly sick of me.
Today's captcha: progi. Makes me hungry.
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