Hello Fellow Travelers!
As usual, I was all set to offer my keen insight on something important (this week: Nazis in "Captain America": Really evil or just really good special effects?) and then this happened: Our cat, Isobel became really sick, really fast. The last time we took her to the vet, there was nothing wrong and we spent nearly $500 to be told there was nothing wrong with her so when she began sneezing early in the week we didn't panic at first. As the week wore on her sneezes became much more frequent until both her nose and eyes were streaming and my PS took a predictably Darwinian approach to her illness: she'd either recover or she wouldn't.
I am completely incapable of doing anything to impact the situation so I didn't say anything, I rescued Isobel from certain death (the pound) but she belongs primarily to PS who loves her, although he won't admit it. She's been a good kitty, and a great pet to the men so to see her sneezing, then refusing to eat altogether was bizarre. As you know, I have my hands full, juggling chainsaws. Sick cats are way beyond my scope these days, like operating heavy machinery or riding a bike, I can't do those things either, yet.
So, I watched and waited as our small, grey, cat mirrored my own journey trajectory. She sat very still for long periods of time, she seemed to brace herself for some unseen assailant who repeatedly assaulted her. And then she'd break into uncontrollable sneezing spasms that racked her small frame.
By the third day, she was buried in my shoes (most of which I'll never wear again), and I was mentally preparing what I was going to say to my son when we put her down.
On the fourth day, (today) Isobel ate a bunch of food, drank a bunch of water and meowed, plaintively. She got better! No one-way ticket to the old "Pet Sematery"! Way to go, cat! Is it a miracle? Is it science? 9 Lives? I only have one question, the only one that matters. Say it with me, "Is it cancer? No? Then who cares? " Or: "Is there a Kardashian involved? No? Then who really cares?"
I'll take inspiration anywhere I can find it and our little, gray cat is truly inspiring. She never complained, she just put her furry head down and got through whatever "it" was. No question about it, she "shook it off", weathered the storm, fought her way through.
And nobody squished her into her cat carrier either.
PS- In my neverending search (and discovery) for all things ridiculous, I inevitably came across the final incarnation, the denouement, if you will, of naked television. For your viewing pleasure, on the Discovery Channel: "Dude, Your Screwed!" It's full of naked, dirty people and is, what I hope, is the end of the road for this particular genre. And no, I have not watched it. I'm all about the words and the title is enough for me. One has to wonder though, what exactly gets "discovered" on the "Discovery Channel", anyway? Gold? Bigfoot? Stinky, naked, people? What? Ohhh, I get it, snow! Lots and lots of snow!
As usual, I was all set to offer my keen insight on something important (this week: Nazis in "Captain America": Really evil or just really good special effects?) and then this happened: Our cat, Isobel became really sick, really fast. The last time we took her to the vet, there was nothing wrong and we spent nearly $500 to be told there was nothing wrong with her so when she began sneezing early in the week we didn't panic at first. As the week wore on her sneezes became much more frequent until both her nose and eyes were streaming and my PS took a predictably Darwinian approach to her illness: she'd either recover or she wouldn't.
I am completely incapable of doing anything to impact the situation so I didn't say anything, I rescued Isobel from certain death (the pound) but she belongs primarily to PS who loves her, although he won't admit it. She's been a good kitty, and a great pet to the men so to see her sneezing, then refusing to eat altogether was bizarre. As you know, I have my hands full, juggling chainsaws. Sick cats are way beyond my scope these days, like operating heavy machinery or riding a bike, I can't do those things either, yet.
So, I watched and waited as our small, grey, cat mirrored my own journey trajectory. She sat very still for long periods of time, she seemed to brace herself for some unseen assailant who repeatedly assaulted her. And then she'd break into uncontrollable sneezing spasms that racked her small frame.
By the third day, she was buried in my shoes (most of which I'll never wear again), and I was mentally preparing what I was going to say to my son when we put her down.
On the fourth day, (today) Isobel ate a bunch of food, drank a bunch of water and meowed, plaintively. She got better! No one-way ticket to the old "Pet Sematery"! Way to go, cat! Is it a miracle? Is it science? 9 Lives? I only have one question, the only one that matters. Say it with me, "Is it cancer? No? Then who cares? " Or: "Is there a Kardashian involved? No? Then who really cares?"
I'll take inspiration anywhere I can find it and our little, gray cat is truly inspiring. She never complained, she just put her furry head down and got through whatever "it" was. No question about it, she "shook it off", weathered the storm, fought her way through.
And nobody squished her into her cat carrier either.
PS- In my neverending search (and discovery) for all things ridiculous, I inevitably came across the final incarnation, the denouement, if you will, of naked television. For your viewing pleasure, on the Discovery Channel: "Dude, Your Screwed!" It's full of naked, dirty people and is, what I hope, is the end of the road for this particular genre. And no, I have not watched it. I'm all about the words and the title is enough for me. One has to wonder though, what exactly gets "discovered" on the "Discovery Channel", anyway? Gold? Bigfoot? Stinky, naked, people? What? Ohhh, I get it, snow! Lots and lots of snow!
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