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09:56 AM - 02/12/2003

The topic: Things are better today

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Wednesday, February 12, 2003  Things feel better today.  Looking back on the past few years with Boney, I realize that he is better off.  His arthritis had gotten so bad it was hard for him to properly use a litterbox, he couldn’t climb in and out and you could tell it was uncomfortable for him to squat to do any kind of elimination.  I do miss his incessant yowwing for food when he decided it was time to eat.  I don’t miss stepping barefoot in his urine puddles, left during the night next to the toilet.  According to one of the cat newsletters I get, the one from Tufts or Cornell, the first two years of a cat’s life are equivalent to sixteen human years (eight each).  Each year thereafter is equal to four of our years.  That would put Boney at about eighty eight in human years.  That’s a good long life.  I am curious how long our younger cats will live, knowing what I know now about caring for them properly.  Sure, there’s not much I can do about diseases like cancer, but hopefully the part of their longevity that’s determined by a healthy diet will.

This past weekend I think the younger cats knew something was going on with Bones.  They were all over him in bed, headbutting, cleaning and snuggling against him.  Sammy would bump Boney so hard, Boney would tip over.  Now, Kirby has taken Boney’s place on the spot between the pillows.  I told Lucky, who was laying in her normal place, on the stove head resting against the tea kettle, this morning “The king is dead, long live the queen”.  She just purred.

I’d like to thank everyone for their outpouring of sympathy.  I think what helped me most was Marjorie’s email.  She told me that it was okay that I didn’t say goodbye, because I had hope that Boney would be coming home.  That Boney knew how I felt.  Thank you all.

I looked out the front door this morning, after it was light outside and saw KittyMeeze laying on the lawn, sniffing something.  Then I saw OC on the lawn.  Hmm….odd.  I looked out the bedroom window and KittyMeeze and OC were playing with Little Bit.  Playing tag in the yard.  It was so sweet. 

The rain has officially begun.  We got rain yesterday, which was a surprise.  The weather people didn’t think that the clouds that were coming in had much potential for precipitation.  They were wrong.  The weather today had been calling for rain since last week.  Possibly inches by the time it’s done.  I’m glad it rained yesterday because I was able to make sure the rain gauge data was getting sent to the weather station.  And it was!  I was pretty happy.  Like I said, we’re supposed to be getting inches today.  If you’d like to check out the precip (no big deal for folks who live where they get rain, but here in San Diego, we’re in a drought situation - San Diego’s normal rainfall for a year is about twelve inches, last year we had about three)  go to the “daily data” portion of my weather page.  You can also get there by clicking on the camera picture at the top of this page.  The daily data is uploaded every ten minutes, but it’s kept in five minute increments.  We need this rain.

Monday night, we went to our favorite pet store to get food for Junior and the cats.  Mother Hubbard is closing out a line of food and the cans were buy one, get one free.  We bought four of each flavor, for the out front cats.  And DeeJay and Lucky, too.  They really like it.

You know how they say (who’s they?) that never go to bed angry?  I slept on the sofa last night.  We had to go to the bank to sign some papers yesterday and I said “let’s go to Baskin-Robbins for ice cream”. We went and when Brian saw the prices of a double scoop, we walked out.  No big deal, right?  We’re not supposed to be eating ice cream anyway, unless we’re up at Disneyland.  Well, Brian starts ranting.  I mean full on yelling/ranting.  I kept saying “shut up shut up shut up” in a voice I had hoped was louder than his.  He said some stuff that I considered really mean and I told him I wasn’t going to talk to him any longer.  I didn’t talk to him last night and I slept on the couch.  I was afraid if I went to bed, I’d start to pinch him really hard when he was asleep.  This morning I asked him “you know why I’m not talking to you, don’t you?”  (Now, doesn’t that make a whole lot of sense?)  And he said “I’m not really sure, but I’m really sorry if I hurt your feelings”.  And I proceeded to tell him why I’d gotten so upset and he tried to interrupt and I held up my hand and said “Nope”.  I told him that it was because he let the price of the ice cream get out of hand.  We didn’t get the damned cones, so why keep going on about it?  He clarified something he’d said during the ranting, which I’d completely misunderstood last night.  But it’s hard to not get defensive when someone is yelling, you know?  I mean he was full on yelling.  Reviewing it, I realize he was just yelling at the state of things.  But you don’t have to yell in a closed vehicle, I hear you just fine.

And I think there’s some weird hormonal thing going on with me.  I’m feeling a little more sensitive in an area of my body that’s not normally sensitive.  I sure hope it doesn’t mean that raghag Aunt Flo is coming back.  I hate her.

I really nailed my left little toe on a cat condo Monday night.  Brian thought I’d run into it with my leg because it made such a racket.  Nope, just my little toe. And that toe hurts really bad.  It hurt back to the middle of my foot Monday night, but now, it’s just my toe.  Damn.

I guess it’s time to start clearing out last year’s files and setting up this years Oh, joy.


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