Life with cats, and other things…
Deptford pink It's one of those times of year. In between. Not this. Not that. Maybe it's me, but I find it unsettling. But then, right now, I find everything unsettling. The only thing to do is look to Nature. Which at the moment is also kind of betwixt and between. However, I still found … Continue reading Betwixt and between
The height of our tornado It was ironic that my last post talked of owning twelve cats because that was the last day that I did. Own twelve cats. Now I only own eleven. This was our Colin last Summer. He loved arm chairs Colin loved to play He liked to meet people. He would … Continue reading Stormy weather
... "Double bag it. Put it in the trash." So crass. Reminder of the dandelion, Under the West Seattle Bridge. Mud splattered, downtrodden, Ignored,unwanted, invisible. Except to me. ... The contents of the bag? Too sad, and such bad Timing Oxy withdrawal, Negative thoughts. ... How cruel Perverse timing can be. A sad event When … Continue reading Dandelion day
In the event it could be helpful to someone else in a similar situation, let me "share" my experience with weaning off oxycodone so far. I'm not all the way there yet and the home stretch could be the really hard part. It depends, really, how many challenges you undertake at the same time, I … Continue reading Making changes
If I could do it all again, I think I would choose to live alone, maybe with a goldfish. As far as I remember, goldfish don't make too much of a mess. And they are quiet. Living with other creatures is hard. It's a lot of work, if you hope to live in peace. Not … Continue reading Venting spleen
Sometimes I ask myself why I live with so many cats. Why do I put myself through all the extra work, and accept the irritation they sometimes cause? Like stepping all over my keyboard! Mostly, I wonder, how many more times can I go through having one of them put to sleep? Colin is dying … Continue reading Small victories
When I was finally free, at age 29, to live my life as I saw fit, more or less, I found that I had no social skills to guide me. I had not learned how to live among people my own age, for that matter, any age or class. I had no idea what was … Continue reading No regrets
Having a potentially sick cat in the house is always going to distract me from anything else that's going on. It's one of those things, where you know something is up, but the cat is not telling you. You just know. He looks sad. He looks depressed. Grant says his eyes are sunk. 😦 Anyway … Continue reading Do small worries still matter?
July sky July seems to be lasting forever. While this rather rubbish year has generally rocketed along, suddenly here in the middle of July it feels endless. Maybe it's just that I never did like Summer much. In my childhood I was asthmatic and all the pollen and dust of summer made me suffer. But … Continue reading Long stormy July
"That was all about anger," said Grant this morning, referring to last night's fireworks which were louder and more numerous by far than any we have previously heard here. I agreed. I had exactly the same thought. They were not "fun fireworks". They were set off in quick succession, a fast series of loud bangs … Continue reading Fireworks!
