Found this in my drafts folder. I’d written it on August 10th, but never posted it. Don’t know why. Anyway, figured I’d share…. I haven’t been sleeping well. There’s a lot on my mind, and it gets kind of hushed during the day when I’m busy with other, more immediate things, but then at night… Continue reading And Then I Went Back to Bed
Month: September 2012
Feeling Strong Now
You know all those jokes about how many (insert group/religion/occupation/nationality/gender/etc. of your choice here) it takes to change a light bulb?
I’ve got my own version now.
But you need to read the other stuff first. (Or you could skip ahead, but that would lead me to believe you’re the kind of person who reads the end of a book first, just to see how it all turns out. Tsk tsk.)
Nibbling
He had a few bites of food this morning.
Did the same thing yesterday morning.
Alex got him to eat a little bit of canned food the evening before that.
So that’s progress.
Squash Harvest
Just keep scrolling…
Surprises in the Backyard
It’s starting to look like Autumn.
Getting Back to His Old Self
This morning when I opened the bedroom door I was greeted by a white and gray cat who meowed cheerfully at me before brushing past my legs to inspect the premises.
I was so surprised I knocked on the bathroom door and hissed at Bill to open the door. He came out, brushing his teeth, and I pointed delightedly at Scratchy, who was meandering around the laundry baskets.
“He hasn’t done this in so long!” I said happily.
It’s a good sign.
Bandage Change
Last night after work I brought Scratchy to the animal hospital again so they could test his blood and check his liver levels and change his bandage. I sat in the waiting room for a few minutes, then the tech came over with a clipboard and confirmed what Scratchy was there for. He started to… Continue reading Bandage Change
Scratchy Update and Other Catching Up Stuff
Look at that face.
Granted, it’s not a good picture – lighting is bad because of where he was when I took it a few minutes ago, but I didn’t want to force him out just to take a better-lit image.
Anyway.
The feeding tube.
Sneakers
Like ‘em? They’re Alex’s. On my feet. There’s something terribly wrong with that.