Adventures of four kitties of disparate backgrounds (Nitro S Pierce, Xing Lu, Igmu Sapa, & DammitJim) residing in one house with two 2-leggers (Dad & Mommer) and a lesser 4-legger (dog Cocoa). Oddly enough, all 4-leggers share the first name, "DAMMIT!" (One moreso than the others.)
18 November 2006
mom hijacking the bloggie again . . .
and yes, thank you to all who asked, the dear daddy-guy is getting better, too. in fact, he is better than I am, drat it. no doubt he has a superior constitution (and six less years less age on him;-). this morning, he went out and dug holes and drove posts and hung cattle panels across the back of the extra lot, then filled the two wood racks on the porch, then made the weekly wal-mart run without me and did some fine choosing of goodies all by himself. me? i washed two loads of clothes and cleaned up the kitchen, unloaded & loaded the dish washer, and was shot. took my first nap at 11:30 and my second at 4:15. i'm SICK of being tired!
17 November 2006
missouri meowers' mom here:
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!!
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!!
15 November 2006
mom's STILL puny!!
nels sez: the poor woman is just dreadful knocked out from coughing (an' she's GOTTA cough up an' out, her doc sez, or she'll put her in the horsepistal wif p'nomyia). she tried monday & tuesday to stay at work (havin' lain on her butt all friday through sunday--we made sure of that), but couldn't manage it either day. today she feels the "best" since last wednesday, although it doesn't come near to being "good".
when we lay on her, her innards make funny squeaky sounds and gurgles and rumbles and ripples. they provide pretty good entertainment until we are flung up towards the stratosphere as her coughin' fit follows. very disconcerting when you've just heard what you are sure is whale song . . . (yes, we listen to Discovery Channel, too--it's all about cats and dogs and gyraffes and fishes and burds and green fev-vers and mouses and ducks and white fev-vers and pink fev, um, flamingos and . . .*hrumpf*)
now dad has called mom, saying he went to urgent care this morning and they sent him off with four prescriptions and diagnosis of bronkitis, too. what is this world coming to??? good thing there are enough of us to take care of all two of them at once!
mom thanks kindly all the kitties'n'beans who have sent well wishes and purrs, and offered prayers. and special thanks to the kitties who teleported over while it was quiet during the first days to purr and cuddle wif us and mom--you know who you are!! she appreciated the nose-kisses and gentle head-bonking. (tee-hee!! it made dad think he was crazy at first, seeing all those kitties who obviously weren't us, who never seemed to be entirely in focus, and who weren't there for very long at any one time. he'd heard about teleporting kitties but this was the first time he'd seen them in action, and had already begun a frantic search'n'rescue operation for his marbles when we reminded him that cats do that in the blogosphere. he enters rooms kinda tentatively now, looking to see who *might* be where . . .;-)
purrs to all, and thanks--nels
when we lay on her, her innards make funny squeaky sounds and gurgles and rumbles and ripples. they provide pretty good entertainment until we are flung up towards the stratosphere as her coughin' fit follows. very disconcerting when you've just heard what you are sure is whale song . . . (yes, we listen to Discovery Channel, too--it's all about cats and dogs and gyraffes and fishes and burds and green fev-vers and mouses and ducks and white fev-vers and pink fev, um, flamingos and . . .*hrumpf*)
now dad has called mom, saying he went to urgent care this morning and they sent him off with four prescriptions and diagnosis of bronkitis, too. what is this world coming to??? good thing there are enough of us to take care of all two of them at once!
mom thanks kindly all the kitties'n'beans who have sent well wishes and purrs, and offered prayers. and special thanks to the kitties who teleported over while it was quiet during the first days to purr and cuddle wif us and mom--you know who you are!! she appreciated the nose-kisses and gentle head-bonking. (tee-hee!! it made dad think he was crazy at first, seeing all those kitties who obviously weren't us, who never seemed to be entirely in focus, and who weren't there for very long at any one time. he'd heard about teleporting kitties but this was the first time he'd seen them in action, and had already begun a frantic search'n'rescue operation for his marbles when we reminded him that cats do that in the blogosphere. he enters rooms kinda tentatively now, looking to see who *might* be where . . .;-)
purrs to all, and thanks--nels
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