At first I thought that was some new fashion thingy the young’uns are wearing. I will donate $50 cash American to Challenger house if you will wear that to Wally World. Picture proof required of course.
I do not believe there’s enough money in the world to encourage me to wear that getup to Walmart!
Thought you might enjoy this. What it means to be a Mainer
I love that!
After you woke up from surgery did you feel like your throat was swollen? I’m scared to death I will feel like I can’t breathe.
I’ve never felt like I can’t breathe, but there is some tightness on the sides of my throat, under my ears. It’s never been particularly painful, but I’ll tell you that I’m surprised that it’s still there after four weeks! I only occasionally notice it.
All the cats that show up remind me of when I lived in Istanbul. There were two stray cats that lived outside the apartment building I lived in one year. They sort of attached themselves to me and my roommates, and were very friendly. Once those cats decided we were okay people sorts, it was like they spread the word across the city. Suddenly, every time I went walking to work or out shopping, random cats would come over to say hello. I dubbed myself “Cat Lady of Istanbul”. Soon the dogs started, too. There was one black dog who would sleep on his porch, curled up into a perfect ball (of course, he became known as Dogball), but would come running over to me whenever I walked past. He never did that to anyone else, even if there were other people walking.
The word about your kindness to cats has spread throughout the cat kingdom of Alabama. They know where you live and come to seek your help or just catch a glimpse to someday have a story to tell to their grandkitties! 🙂
You must put off some cat-lovin’ energy. 🙂
Fred says he’s pretty sure the cats must have scratched a symbol in the dirt somewhere so that all the cats in the area know it’s safe and that we’re cat lovers. I think he must be right!
“Knowing that I’m being ridiculous somehow doesn’t make me feel any less that way, for the record.”
It never does! Isn’t that funny? I mean, not in a ha ha way, but in an “aren’t humans weird” way. I do the same thing, knowing that something is not worth freaking out about while I am freaking out about it, but not stopping either.
Oh, it just drives me crazy. Back when I used to have a period (13 months without a uterus as of yesterday, MOTHAFUCKASAYWOOHOO!) I’d have the damn premenstrual bitchies, and I’d stop and look at a calendar and think “Oh, this is PMS.” Which one would HOPE would calm me down, but it just never worked that way somehow, damnit.
And weren’t you smart to have your surgery in the winter? I can’t imagine wearing all that binding in the summer months. One good hot flash and I’d be ripping that shit off and flinging it hither and yon.
When I had my lower body lift, it was in May. And one of the things I remember clearly from that recovery is how freakin’ HOT I got wearing that binder. PLUS, gardening season is coming, and I wanted to be healed up by the time I need to start working in the garden. If given a choice, I would have had surgery in January, but I waited to long for the consultation – but I’ll be more than healed up enough by the time gardening starts, so it’s all good.
I keep meaning to ask you…have you watched/started watching the Tudors yet? I highly recommend it – very good show. And Jonathan Rhys Meyers is quite yummy in it, in spite of his cokey eyes.
I haven’t started watching it yet, but it’s in my Netflix queue. I’m looking forward to watching it.
I’ve been meaning to email you for ages about Skeletor, the starving pitbull. You were kind enough to post about him on your blog. If you’re up to reading some ” warm fuzzy” here is the link. It’s been one year since he wandered up to my sons door, a walking skeleton, riddled with heart worms.Thank you for sharing his story .
Aww, sweet Skelly! I peek in on him from time to time to see how he’s doing, it’s good to see him looking so healthy and doing so well!
I have loved you for many years, but posting that picture of your hair just swelled me heart for you a wee bit more. Also, I love that you totally have glassy stoner eyes in the front shot. I wonder how horrible it’s going to be to scrub that marker off when it’s time.
That marker on my neck actually never did need to be scrubbed off – and thank god, because the skin under my chin is still partially numb, which makes me not want to touch it because it’s such a weird feeling. What with showering – and gently washing – every day, the marker came off completely.
I swear I’m not a skimmer, but things I’ve read don’t necessarily stick in my head. That said, what is a calming collar?
A while ago someone asked how to make a glutonous cat eat more slowly. Shadow is a young feral cat who can inhale a dish of munchies without taking a breath. Toby is an older stray who knows he will always be fed and likes to take his time eating. If I have time I make Shadow sit on my lap and eat out of my hand, one munchie at a time with several pets in between each bite. He will also do this for a friend who comes over regularly. (I’m trying hard not to have a timid cat only I can touch.) If I don’t have time, I spread his munchies on all the shelves of the cat tree. He eats faster than if I feed him by hand, but still has to go from munchie to munchie and shelf to shelf.
A calming collar looks like this, and is one of the potential weapons in stopping a damn cat from spraying inappropriately. It mimics the pheromone that mother cats produce to calm and assure her kittens, according to the box. I don’t know if it helped or not – I’m thinking not – but the spraying has lessened to almost nothing in the past few weeks, thank god.
I love your trick to get Shadow to eat more slowly!
Okay, with all of this banana-huffing how long with it be until Corbie winds up talking about his mercury surfboard, tiger blood, the fact he is a warlock, etc?
Just wondering…
How come your cats didn’t start yowling and screeching and carrying on to make these intruders run away? Sheriff Kara sure must run a tight ship.
Oddly enough, none of the cats get too disturbed by other cats that they can see on the other side of the fence. It might be a different answer – in fact, probably would be – if they actually came into the back yard with my cats, but for the most part they’ll watch any strange cats that come around, but they don’t have too much of a fit.
Also, it’s entirely possible that Rufus had been coming around for a while before we set eyes on him; it’s hard to know for sure!
BTW, did Corbie go AWOL anytime this week (for a few days, carrying his passport and a plane ticket)? No? Well, it looked just like him; my boy cat had come inside and was in the kitchen and our female cat was in there too. He has his food on the window sill because she has a special diet and she can’t get up there to eat his. I rushed in when I heard a horrible yowling noise, thinking she was throwing up a furball; sometimes she yodells a welcome to it! Either that or one of them was in terrible pain. There was the boy, on the window sill, looking out and down, his back arched and tail like a loo brush. I looked out and on the bench under the window, sat a tabby, looking all about, wondering where the “I’m gonna rip your head off” noise was coming from. I knocked on the glass, he looked up and saw me and the head-ripper looking back. I thought “Corbett Bookworm!” And he was gone!
You know, he DOES occasionally seem to disappear for a good part of the day, and then kind of reappear from out of nowhere. I wonder if he’s been working on that teleportation device at night while we’re sleeping!
Crack me UP!
I’ve seen this several times, but just realized I haven’t shared it!
And lastly, does your cat start acting strangely around Valentine’s Day?
That cat tree is leaning rather dangerously under the weight of Elwood (aka “Ellie Belly”), but he doesn’t care.
Joe Bob has really taken to that box for some reason. I think it kind of looks like the box is a muffin tin, and a freshly baked Joe Bob is rising up out of it.
Previously
2010: YOU don’t have a trash can laying in your back yard for the cats to hang out in?
2009: (Nance calls it “Fredding.” HA.)
2008: “The chickens are here!” he said.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: OR MAYBE I JUST NEED A NEW COMPUTER.
2003: So, there. That’s my day so far.
2002: I’m a total calendar-having fool.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.