yes, i live, still coughing, draggled-tailed, and worn but alive and so far not in the horse-pistal, as nels says. anyway, i wanted to steal a moment to say thanks to all of you kitties and beans, and bless you for your well-wishes, purrayers, and purrs. i feel SO warm and cherished, which is the most cosy feeling in the world, and energized - a big help when i felt like it was almost too much effort to walk to the kitchen! sadly, the computer is one room farther away, and unheated, to boot, so not much visiting there. the one time i had almost unlimited time to surf and blog, and too sick to care; how unfair is that?!?
it seems that every cough, cold, and sniffle that i get now refuses to go away without more extensive and expensive medicines being thrown at it, and it takes me longer and longer to recuperate. i useta be able to take some aspirin and a sudafed and keep on truckin'. not so, when your body begins to rebel. bah. getting old is not for sissies, as my 90 year old mother keeps telling me. i hear ya, ma; i hear ya like never before!
as those sneaky years keep creeping up on me, i find that i don't bounce back
quite so quickly and that it's actually
difficult to regain lost ground. a shoulder injury from june of 2005 has finally progressed to the "well, i guess that's as good as it gets" stage.
a bruise that the chocolate buffalo (cocoa the dog) gifted me with on my lower right shin and ankle 3 weeks ago has finally stopped being touchy--but is still lividly evident. cocoa was comin' in at full speed, head down, intent on knocking xena - the elderly labrador - off her pins. unfortunately, i moved at the wrong time and got the brunt of the assault. i don't know which part of her hit me--shoulder, chest, head, foot, all equally hard and unyielding. spun me around like a weathervane, although weathervanes don't usually go arse over teacup unless there's a tornado passing through. well, come to think of it, that's a pretty good metaphor for cocoa. she's just a force of nature, unaware and uncaring of the havoc she wreaks. not a mean bone in her, but they're all made of concrete & rebar. when she hits ya, y'stay hit.
anyway, i hope to encourage the kitties to blog a bit this weekend, since i have returned to work and can now stay upright for most of a day with no need a full-time catblanket (that doesn't mean i don't
want one, just that i don't need one). it's possible they will object, however, because it'll mean losing their warm, lumpy recliner/bed accessory. i'll keep the stove stoked and point the fans in the direction of the computer room, and put a poufy throw on the chair--the rest will be up to them!
thanks again, effuryone!! you are ALL my darlings!!
xing sez:
miss karen, you shoulda made that challenge--xing & ed, touching! and not growling! (well, not after the first few snarls.) an' no one bloodied. mom still can't believe it. we are glad dad could work the camera.
oh, christmas tree! oh, christmas tree!
just a coating of ice pellets - no snow in this picture (thursday afternoon).
Miss Midnight, the most beautyful girlkitty in the blogosphere, is my sweetie! Hello, my darlin' adorable girl! Isn't she gorgeous?!
Please go to the Pet Prayer and Praise Blog tonight at 8:30 EST. Little KC has complications from her ladygardenectomy surgery and needs our help.
when we first saw the globe with skeezy's picture on his blog sunday, we wondered what could cats could possibly have to say about world peace. but we thought we should try, so we asked mom to make us a globe and put our pictures on it and sign it for us. she did, and then we sent it to miss mimi, wif a letter an' a copy of our globe, like she asked.
miss mimi lenox, a blogging writer/thinker/musician, gave us and merlin, of merlin's meows a furry nice mention here. she has lotsa bloggies, and we hopes you will visit them by viewing her complete profile and checking them all out! you will find lotsa stuff to ponder, enjoy, and laugh with. may bast bless her! she is a Good Bean.
here is our balinese cousin, charlie fluffytail. he is a Cat-Who-Came-Before, and was furry dear to mom. his cat mama & daddy had fancy "papers", but his little ribs weren't formed right, and the breeder wasn't gonna let him be a kitty anymore. well, daddy heard that and was sad, 'cause he knew mom had seen him & his litter and loved him dreffully, even though he walked with a waddle like charlie chaplin. so dad gots the breeder to sell him anyway if dad promised they would nefur try to "show" him, and bringed him home for a birfday present for mom. an' know what? after a year, his ribs was just as right as any kitty's. so good thing dad bought him and let him go on bein' a kitty! only nels 'members him, but he sez he was a quiet cuddler wif furs like silk, and he was a Good Kitty to effuryone, cat & bean.
this is cocoa's water dish outdoors--it was clean, new water this morning! the day turned grey, cloudy, & cool, and the wind blew and blew!! not all our pretty trees are pretty anymore. *sigh* 
no video yet, that is. in the mean time, here's a picture of a sleep shirt that mom's bean sisfur sent her. we think it ROCKS, 'cause we all cuddle and watch the bean tv program with mom & dad. we wishes there was one for us, starring THESE babes!! way to go, aunty marilyn!!
and tossed ignominiously into a Prisoner Transport Unit! that's how my day began.
the mom sez:
that is to say, Mr. Henry M. Catterton, at this site -- please mosey on ofur and bid him a hearty kitty blogosphere hello, and help him out all you can! (an' that'll encourage his mommy to get on the stick and build that bloggie with him;-) she's a furry, furry artistic lady, so we'll prolly see some really nifty stuff!
