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KittyKitty
Friday, October 11, 2002
OK, back to normal~~or at least kind of normal. The beast survived the surgery, he is acting like a big baby and loving all the coo-ing attention.. Now I wish he would go potty and ease my mind even more. Going potty is the ultimate indicator that all is well.Did you know it was Brett Favre's birthday yesterday? Our darling boy is 33 now and no-one is particularly happy about this. When Brett retires.......I shudder even to use that word...........it's start-over time for the Pack---again. Is Brett the greatest quarterback ever in the history of the NFL? Yes.
Memories. Of the "good old days". Brett and his two best buddies, Frank Winter and Mark Chmura---having tons of fun carousing around Milwaukee. Boys will be boys. Not to the extreme that Mark Chmura went to, of course. Mark, Brett and Frank were magic together on the field. With the Super Bowl (twice for Brett) team providing their own magic, Mark catching Brett's passes for a TD --- Ah, good times, good times. *Sigh*
posted by Lorraine 6:19 AM
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Thursday, October 10, 2002
I have exactly 35 minutes~~~to scribble a little blog here. I wouldn't allow any interruptions for "Scrubs", "CSI" and "ER" even if Robert Redford called and wanted to come over for a quickie. Wait a minute, what am I, nuts? The hell with the television.My swaggering, tough-guy cat has been sleeping on my bed since about 2:00 this afternoon. I am very happy to have him home again. I think he feels the same way. The women at the vet's said he was naughty, hissing and acting mean. So I went back to the recovery area and at first he hissed at me too, but then he smelled my hand and was OK. I've never heard him hiss before, I was quite impressed. Sure glad it's over, although I think he might be pissed at me when I crush an antibiotic pill in a little water and squirt it in his mouth via an oral syringe.
"But Rambo darlin' boy, it's for your own good" ----"Hissssssssss" ---- "Aw, sweety, you don't really mean that" ---- "Hissssssssssss, damn right I mean it"
Ah, that's my little tiger. Mama loves you.
posted by Lorraine 7:06 PM
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Wednesday, October 09, 2002
I'm sorry to be~~such a whiner about this dumb cat thing. But I can't help myself. When I got home with the empty carrier, the apartment was way too quiet, a kind of eerie silence, and empty. Really, really empty. I told myself this is great, though, I can piddle around without him always under my feet. So I cleaned his toidy real good so it's ready for the "sore footsy litter", and I picked up his toys scattered around. Lost interest in doing anything else.What is it about the furry members of our families? I never missed my kids if they were at a pajama party or anything that took them out of the house, in fact these were some of my happiest moments as a mother. But take your animal "kid" away, even if it's only overnight, and you will feel lonesome.. I cannot imagine life without a dog or cat..............
What is inconceivable to me is how any human being can say "I don't like dogs (or cats)". They are definitely not quite right in the head. They are missing an animal-love gene from their DNA.
posted by Lorraine 3:06 PM
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Lots of nervous tension~~~in the air this morning. I don't want to go so far as to say Rambo "knows" he's going under the knife today, but he has been pacing all over the apartment and "outside". He has stopped, for the moment, coming over to me and meowing something unintelligible. I think that has more to do with asking where his food dish is rather than any ESP thoughts of the future. Which will begin in about an hour-and-a-half, when I load him up and take him to the Doctor. He will then have his nails torn out. I even have to use (and buy from the vet, of course) special litter so as not to irritate the tender tootsies. Waahhhhh! My poor little beastie.JHR, if you're listening, I thought your comments about the construction company were great. You really have a way with words........."You bet I've got some opinion! First - from a construction company (alleged) - I want square, plumb, and sturdy - NOT prayers. The Hully Bobble is NOT a construction text."
Speaking of "listening", John, I wish you would knock on the door that says "Comments" and come on in now and then!!
posted by Lorraine 6:58 AM
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Tuesday, October 08, 2002
Does anyone actually~~~go back into a person's archives and putz around in there? Like, would any visitor be so enamored of anyone's old blogs to actually rummage around--like a kitchen drawer full of stuff--looking for a gem? Sometimes I regret deleting a blog on this page 'cos I think it's pretty cool. (It's hard to be humble). But then, old stuff really needs to be taken off the page or it gets moldy after a while.I heard a commercial couple days ago that got me to thinking. Now I do not take "thinking" lightly, this is a pretty big deal for me. Anyway, the ad extolled the virtues of a construction company and at the end, the guy says "And this is a Christian-based company". What the hell is that supposed to mean?
In other words, can we assume that other companies who do not make this declaration are not as reputable? Should they also say, at the end of the ad, "And this is a Jewish-based company" -- "And this is an Wiccan-based company". Is a Christian-based company more trustworthy? Anyone out there----YOO-HOO----have an opinion?
posted by Lorraine 4:25 PM
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