my 20 year old son (who is colleging in hawaii) always seems surprised that i always seem happy when he calls me .. i finally let him in on my happiness secret .. i smile when i see my son's picture light up on my cellphone .. it means he's calling his momma .. and that ALWAYS makes me happy !!
life is good eh !!
it still shocks me to walk by and see myself in a mirror .. i still get the "damn, i'm bald!!!" response
gray hair (for some insane reason) grows faster than my brown hair .. i
have whiskers on my head but they're all gray .. my brown hair isn't
growing fast enough to be considered real "whiskers" yet .. is this
god's idea of a sick joke? not only do i have to be sickly lookin' and
skinny and bald but now, i gotta look OLD too? lol
are ya wondering if i'm vain enough to color my gray whiskers growing atop my head?!?!
(nope .. i'm not .. i'll shave the gray whiskers off instead hehe)
know i have 4 cats right? we (my partner in crime, my 14 year old
daughter, who is living with her daddy right now while i "recover")
rescued these creatures years ago from a neighbor who "changed their
minds" and didn't want cats anymore
we have Mocha Stud, Momma
Skittles, Sad Eyes (yes, like the song) and Bubba .. Sad Eyes and Bubba
are from Momma's last litter .. it was breaking my heart giving our
beloved kittens away to strangers so we decided to keep the 2 remaining
kittens .. that was 3 years ago
here's a pic i snapped the other day of Momma .. who is determined to sleep anywhere she can fit herself
our shy guy, is a beautiful domestic long hair fella, half black and
white and half gray tabby .. he's a regal kinda guy .. when he lounges,
he always crosses one paw over the other when they are outstretched in
front of him .. reminds me of those Egyptian statues
more of a auditory cat than a visual cat .. he'll respond to my voice
long before he is able to recognize me by sight .. i mentioned to my mom
that maybe he's losing his eyesight .. well actually i think i said
he's becoming "hard of seeing"
my mom (ever so quick with the retorts) replies .. "so now you have Sad Eyes and Bad Eyes !!" lol
i spent the day trying to figure out how to get Bubba to the vet ..
when i awoke at 6 am, he was sneezing, breathing with his mouth open and
drooling .. he couldn't even eat because he was sneezing so much
and of course i can't drive ..
i called their regular vet who gave me the number of a mobile vet who
arrived at 2:30 pm yesterday afternoon .. thankfully Bubba slept the
entire time on my bed, by my side so i didn't need to worry about him
escaping out into the orchards to avoid the vet
here's a shot
from my front door yesterday as i paced the living room, nervous enough
to require a shot of coconut rum .. me, the humane society volunteer
couldn't calm my nerves enough to stay in the van with my cat .. i had
to escape to the safety of my living room .. where i paced, literally,
for over 1 1/2 hours while the vet worked on my little guy (i say
"little" as a term of endearment .. he actually weighted in at 15
pounds) and yes .. that IS my ever growing "accidental garden" at the
base of the tree !!!
vet found a foxtail embedded deep inside his right nostril .. bad bad
foxtails .. and my guy slept off the anesthesia for 2 hours after
the "extraction" .. ask me how relieved i was that she actually found
something and then fixed him .. he got canned salmon as his "treat" for
being such a good patient :)
here's a pic of Bubba recovering
this morning, his appetite is back to normal and i shot this picture
this morning, Bubba (Bad Eyes) gobbling away and Sad Eyes (ever the
gentleman) waiting patiently in line lol
on that note, i wish i had more energy to share the pics i just
received from my niece Susan, but you're just gonna have to wait !!!