No matter what the stock market, politics, or sports teams do, the sun still rises. Each morning I am treated to a beautiful and ever-changing view out our kitchen window. Earlier this morning, the moon was just setting in the west as the sun was lightening the sky in the east. Over the field was a gauzy, wispy layer of fog, with the autumn hued trees seeming to float above it. So beautiful! I was going to take a picture of it for you chicklets, but my husband wanted to discuss the Philly’s game, politics and the stock market, so I missed the prime time. I’ll see if I can catch it again tomorrow morning.
Son was so excited that the Phillys won last night, that he popped out of bed, got dressed, ate breakfast, put his eyes in (our expression for putting in contacts), and was able to watch a few highlights of the game before hustling out to catch the bus. Every morning as he goes out the door into the dark, I am newly amazed at how all you early risers are able to get it together and get going so early! I myself need multiple cups of coffee, and even then, I am fuzzy until about 8am. He missed the bus not too long ago, and I drove him to school in my robe. I drove VERY carefully, so as not to get caught in an accident half-dressed. I think I remember my Mom doing the same thing. I tried to peer into the other cars in the drop-off line but couldn’t tell if any other moms were in a similar state of, ah, dishabille.
Son has a football game today ~ love watching those games! All his buds are on the team, and you can feel the excitement and spirit in the air as they congratulate and help each other. In our last game, we had cheerleaders, and it was cute to watch the guys getting a little puffed as they were cheered on by a bevy of cute girls in short skirts. Guess they are more exciting than a bunch of parents.
Our one kitty, Dinah, has been having problems with her anal glands becoming blocked. This is so gross. I know some folks can express them on their own, but not me. It entails a trip to the vet for Dinah and me. The biggest obstacle is getting her in the pet carrier. It goes somewhat like this. First, locate kitty. Firmly grip kitty by scruff of neck and then get carrier. (If you get carrier first, kitty will magically disappear into thin air.) Set carrier on end so opening is facing up. Try to feed cat into carrier. Warning ~ all four legs will turn into Carrier Entry Obstruction Devises. With every fiber of her feline self, Dinah will morph into a stiff critter twice the size of the opening and display a rictus of 1000 tiny sharp teeth and commence the Vet Yowl, which will quickly send all the other animals scrambling for their own hidey-holes. Feeling like the worst kitty owner on the planet, you will try to detach 20 sharp claws from the rim of the opening while simultaneously holding victim by neck. With a film of perspiration on your brow, you will finally be able to close the cage lid on the furious furry head, after briefly entertaining, then quickly discarding the thought of at least trying to express anal glands yourself. 15 minutes of woeful crying from the back of the car, then into the vets office. Whew!
On the examining table, the vet does her thing and a great glob of smelly brown stuff shoots out and lands on her jacket, face and hair. Nope. I’m not doing that.
If you look closely around the vets examining room, you might notice some gouges in the window frame where another cat of mine tried to run up her wall and made it as far as the top of the window. This was when I was trying to spay, neuter and otherwise doctor all the half-wild barn cats we inherited with the purchase of our home. I’ve sent her flowers on behalf of another kitty who chomped down on her thumb. Yes, we have a checkered past here at the cat farm.
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