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As you can imagine, I've been bummed this week. Work was frustrating and exhausting. The first half of the week was miserably hot. Last night and this morning I've been working on the odious task of inputing my new bank account number to those sites that will need it (my bank was bought out by another one last year and they've just given us new account numbers. Joy.) Most of those went well except the last one of my Mom's. She'll have to call on Monday to get that straightened out. :::sigh:::
But all things must pass. Right now I see fluffy clouds and it is apparently only 68 outside. There are a couple of plants that need planting so I am headed outside for hopefully, a major 'tube adjustment.
Brindle has decided that the laundry room is his and he's happy enough in there. Momma coon has been back pretty near every night though Thursday night she was grumpy and growled at the other denizens of the night until they left. Her attitude was fine last night.
And Nature abhors a void apparently. I've caught two strays at the screen door. One a grey tabby that has looked in twice; the other is a little black cat that has come in through a whole in the screen, peered about then hustled back out. I know that Brindle has had fisticuffs with both of them, though last time the black cat came in and left, Brindle came down from the berm to walk after him--his tail was high and he just sauntered. I wonder if they are becoming friends?
So many things remind us of Scooter. Poor boy was so befuddled at the end. When the vet praised him for being a good kitty during the IV start, she must have forgotten this cat needed to be mummy wrapped for any procedure and then would still struggle so much I feared for a stroke when ever he had anything done to him. That's why we choose not to treat his Chronic Kidney failure. We felt that would have been his choice if we could have asked him.
Even when one expects someone to pass soon, it's still hard. We did get him cremated and I'll bring him home on Monday after work. :::sigh:::
Well, the dappled light and cool breezes call to me. There are a dozen flowers, tomatoes and herb plants that want to planted at long last.
But all things must pass. Right now I see fluffy clouds and it is apparently only 68 outside. There are a couple of plants that need planting so I am headed outside for hopefully, a major 'tube adjustment.
Brindle has decided that the laundry room is his and he's happy enough in there. Momma coon has been back pretty near every night though Thursday night she was grumpy and growled at the other denizens of the night until they left. Her attitude was fine last night.
And Nature abhors a void apparently. I've caught two strays at the screen door. One a grey tabby that has looked in twice; the other is a little black cat that has come in through a whole in the screen, peered about then hustled back out. I know that Brindle has had fisticuffs with both of them, though last time the black cat came in and left, Brindle came down from the berm to walk after him--his tail was high and he just sauntered. I wonder if they are becoming friends?
So many things remind us of Scooter. Poor boy was so befuddled at the end. When the vet praised him for being a good kitty during the IV start, she must have forgotten this cat needed to be mummy wrapped for any procedure and then would still struggle so much I feared for a stroke when ever he had anything done to him. That's why we choose not to treat his Chronic Kidney failure. We felt that would have been his choice if we could have asked him.
Even when one expects someone to pass soon, it's still hard. We did get him cremated and I'll bring him home on Monday after work. :::sigh:::
Well, the dappled light and cool breezes call to me. There are a dozen flowers, tomatoes and herb plants that want to planted at long last.
