from the brink of feeling like utter bleh. Granted it took me about a week to fully recover, I have gotten better. Still tired, still easily wiped out, but overall I'm good.
What does this have anything to do with cats?
Well, seriously, Bella Mae has been a mamma's girl over the past few days. I'm on the couch, she's right there with me, napping away. I'm in bed taking an extra long nap, she's right there nappn' with me. Purring away, licking my arm, and being over-all, cute.
Not saying that Cordelia has not helped me, she's been a welcome diversion to my feeling sick and wimpy. Playing with her at least once a day provided me with some welcome routine and bonding time in general.
Also, during my sickiness, I did some window shopping and found the Ultimate Scratching Post for several dollars less online than in store at PetCo. So, whodoya think got herself a big, tall scratching post to climb on? All I can say is thank you mr. UPS man for bringing it to my side of the apartment-house AND for knocking on my door n' such. I was a hot mess, and more than likely would've fallen all over myself if I had to carry it. I did manage the minor assembly.
Overall, this week and especially the past few days have been therapeutic and eye-opening for me. I hadn't been so sick in several years, and it is hard for me to admit that, hey, I was sick. I will say, for sure, it was much nicer to be home and sick with the company of my two fur kids than it would've been without them. One would think I'm crazy to say I feel I was well taken care of, but really, I was. Yeah, I had to get up early and feed them, commit myself to play time, and dually commit myself to NAP TIME. One could tell when Bella Mae thought I should lie down. She would get 'the look' in her eye (and no, it wasn't her crossed eyes either!) Or she would hunker down on the couch and just make herself look as cute as possible.
I feel I owe all my getting better-ness to them. I love you guys <3
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Wouldn't it be fun
if someday this 'blog' became a book?
Anyways.
The AC is now back in the window, two holes drilled into the trap, also set up at more of an angle so the water (should) drip down vs. being level and all that other stuff (aka crap).
I'm watching the final episodes of my Dark Shadows series (the 1991 version). It's exciting because the second episode is the only one I saw (back in the day) and is what turned me on to Vampires. This series is what made me fall in love with all vampire movies...granted watching it now is EPIC cheese.
Sad...the cute guy just died. (and the cute guy later played Jarod in The Pretender...which I watched as long as I could on NBC).
So, today I did a full-house vacuum...the dust buster temporarily out of commission due to the filter having been washed. (now dry). I vacuumed all the floors...dismayed at the lack of suction. Sad.
The carpet I had to get on my hands and knees and spray with enzyme cleaner (to help the hair stick...also to help 'clean' it more so than just brushing alone) and used my little hand brush to 'sweep' the fur into clumps. This, by far, is the easiest route to get trapped fur out of a space rug.
(I would love to know of what anyone else uses for pet fur clean up. A special vacuum? Do swiffer sweepers work?)
I must laugh, Cordelia Joy just touched Bella Mae's rump. Like 'Heeee I touched youuuuuu!'
More Taste of the Wild food bought...canned and dry. A gifty for a friend who acquired a kitty (her pup's birthday is the 16th if I remember correctly) and I hope to get something sent to her soon! At least after payday. I also bought a book (Eat Pray Love)...maybe this is something I have to do....take a trip..a tour...leave no carb behind. Live...let loose...be alive...grow more.
Today I had another childish moment, and I seriously wonder what my husband sees in me at times. I feel bad for my reactions...which are exceedingly more so because I can't sleep worth a damn.
If I were not so tired, my reactions might've been less.
Right now the kitties are my one claim (overall) to sanity. Gosh, sometimes I feel so lost with Bella Mae and her reactions...her seemingly sensitive spots....I want to help her and make everything better instantly. Cordelia Joy...her silly actions...sometimes she exasperates me...but I have nothing but love for her.
Oh my little kitties...how similar yet so different. Cordelia barely sheds, Bella Mae sheds like crazy. Bella Mae doesn't bury her 'stuff' but Cordelia Joy makes a huge burial in the litter box. Bella Mae is sedate where Cordelia is on cat crack (but seriously not as she is still too young to react to catnip.).
So, my day is complete for now...the kitties and I will soon go to bed (or more like they will sleep and I will toss and turn.)
Thursday, August 12, 2010
So far
My day has consisted of a lot of unsavory things....starting my day at 2 a.m. and hearing Bella Mae upchucking. Get up, blindly, turn on the light. Proceed with caution as one is unsure where the upchuck was at. Clean upchuck, go to bed. Hear a kitty eat food. Minutes later, upchuck again. Turn light on, stumble around (glasses this time) find upchuck in almost exact same spot...clean upchuck. Go to bed.
Usually standard protocol would be to pick up the food entirely and set up where a kitty couldn't eat (if it is hairball, constipation, upset stomach, whathaveyou). Thing is, if Bella Mae doesn't have food available regularly, she'll eat too fast and then...well...upchuck. So it's kind of me laying in the dark and praying she gives her stomach a rest.
Eventually I fall back to sleep, which was hard because getting up twice to the sound of an upchucking kitty makes me wide awake. Commence strange, at times, work related dreams and then dreams of unknown origin that freak me out.
Then, at some point this a.m. I wake up after bumping a furry critter. Bella Mae, staring me in the face. She's next to me in bed, and proceeds to lick my aching arm. I'm frustrated, not because of the licking (frankly I love kitty licks) but that my shoulder is grumpy with me.
Un-restful sleep, aching arm/shoulder, and the knowledge I have a long day ahead makes me want to bury myself into a cave and cover the hole.
I pet Bella Mae, and she's purring and being so cute, continuing to give my arm and hand licks of comfort.
Eventually 7 a.m. rolls around and I proceed to hit snooze for 10 min. at a time. Finally I hit 5 min. twice, and get up a quarter to 8. Embarrassed and frustrated, I realize that I cannot afford that luxury in another day, and should practice getting up early because Saturday I have to be to work at 8. Then next Wed. I must be to Waukon by 8 a.m. for an eye doc. appointment. It's hard to thrill a chronically exhausted and boarder-line insomniac that one has to get up, regardless of how they feel.
I make my coffee and feed the kitties. Do my litter box checks and proceed to loaf about in the comfort of my jammies. After I do my morning workout, which is consisting of sit-ups and squats (because I figure I should DO something since it is too hot to walk to work)...I get dressed. I decide to try another water color painting...somewhat enjoying myself...even tho water color is NOT my strong point. Cordelia Joy is attempting to knock my brushes down, sniff the water cup...I get increasingly paranoid she will knock something over or hurt herself.
Then she gets down and starts exploring the floor under the A.C.
Eventually I cannot figure out WHY she's so enthralled, I go over and see telltale signs of something amiss.
Water marks down the wall, cracked paneling near the outlet, and a soaking cut up sweatshirt dripping water onto the top of the heater (heater is elec. heat, so a long, metal contraption along the base of the wall)
I panic, in true Josie fashion.
I take out the sweat shirt and socks stuffed into one corner of the window sill, seeing a pool of water. Great. Commence imagination running wild, soggy window sill, wall crashing down away from the house...catastrophe.
I'm using a measuring cup and a Tupperware to dump the water into. Eventually taking out everything under the A.C. to see a fully flooded sill...disgusting dead bugs, etc. This is every girly-girls dream come true.
One will say, tho, that the investment of my Dust Buster was a good one, because it is a good water-sucking tool.
Let me skip over the few times I called my husband in the brink of my paranoid panic/anxiety attack and shall also skip over the colorful language that was shared...along with us hanging up on each other at least 2 times.
Because I do not want to spend more than I care to...I go to 'the place that does stuff' aka WalMart. I find a cute little table fan that is perfect to be placed in front of the wall. At least blowing air on the parts that had cracked open from moisture.
I'm sitting here, trying to disregard the freaked-out-ness of myself...the worries that the wall will cave in/fall over, and that Bill and I will be homeless. I wouldn't feel SO terribly bad if I actually owned my own home. Then I would be kicking myself out (haha)...but renting is something I'm terrible at. I look at it as borrowing someone's quarters...the last thing you want to do is fuck something up. Even tho, in theory, everything IS fixable. Repaint the sill...that's really all that needs to be done. Paneling area? Not sure...but my mum swears if it came down to it she would think of something that would work. All in all, this place isn't perfect by any means, and we've already done some work to improve it. (screen door on outside, cleaning out a year+ worth of crap from the gutters.) There are still things that we mentioned to our landlord (I give him credit, he's super nice and lets us have cats) but he's not great at 'gettin' 'er done'. Unless it is the dryer. Even then, it took awhile.
It's hotter than blazes outside, the humidity sucks the breath right out of me. The kitties are more subdued. I feel bad because they are having to deal with the apartment not being as comfortable. Cordelia Joy just went to lie under my shoe rack. Bella Mae is in the bedroom. Ceiling fans are on high, window fan is in the office, and that is about it. Nothing more than I can do at the moment. And damn me for not having an ice cube tray in here.
Soon I will have to go to work and see what will be in for me there...hopefully it will be a tolerable day. It's all that I can ask right now.
A bright moment of my day, Cordelia's 'dual pointed tooth' is no longer in existence. I wonder if some of her biting me was due to her 'teething'. I noticed it was loose, and then the next second, no tooth there except one larger, more beautiful canine tooth. I did find her baby tooth, and it is now proudly displayed on my book case. Such a proud mommy moment for me.
So, I guess there are tiny fragments of good that grace my day today.
Usually standard protocol would be to pick up the food entirely and set up where a kitty couldn't eat (if it is hairball, constipation, upset stomach, whathaveyou). Thing is, if Bella Mae doesn't have food available regularly, she'll eat too fast and then...well...upchuck. So it's kind of me laying in the dark and praying she gives her stomach a rest.
Eventually I fall back to sleep, which was hard because getting up twice to the sound of an upchucking kitty makes me wide awake. Commence strange, at times, work related dreams and then dreams of unknown origin that freak me out.
Then, at some point this a.m. I wake up after bumping a furry critter. Bella Mae, staring me in the face. She's next to me in bed, and proceeds to lick my aching arm. I'm frustrated, not because of the licking (frankly I love kitty licks) but that my shoulder is grumpy with me.
Un-restful sleep, aching arm/shoulder, and the knowledge I have a long day ahead makes me want to bury myself into a cave and cover the hole.
I pet Bella Mae, and she's purring and being so cute, continuing to give my arm and hand licks of comfort.
Eventually 7 a.m. rolls around and I proceed to hit snooze for 10 min. at a time. Finally I hit 5 min. twice, and get up a quarter to 8. Embarrassed and frustrated, I realize that I cannot afford that luxury in another day, and should practice getting up early because Saturday I have to be to work at 8. Then next Wed. I must be to Waukon by 8 a.m. for an eye doc. appointment. It's hard to thrill a chronically exhausted and boarder-line insomniac that one has to get up, regardless of how they feel.
I make my coffee and feed the kitties. Do my litter box checks and proceed to loaf about in the comfort of my jammies. After I do my morning workout, which is consisting of sit-ups and squats (because I figure I should DO something since it is too hot to walk to work)...I get dressed. I decide to try another water color painting...somewhat enjoying myself...even tho water color is NOT my strong point. Cordelia Joy is attempting to knock my brushes down, sniff the water cup...I get increasingly paranoid she will knock something over or hurt herself.
Then she gets down and starts exploring the floor under the A.C.
Eventually I cannot figure out WHY she's so enthralled, I go over and see telltale signs of something amiss.
Water marks down the wall, cracked paneling near the outlet, and a soaking cut up sweatshirt dripping water onto the top of the heater (heater is elec. heat, so a long, metal contraption along the base of the wall)
I panic, in true Josie fashion.
I take out the sweat shirt and socks stuffed into one corner of the window sill, seeing a pool of water. Great. Commence imagination running wild, soggy window sill, wall crashing down away from the house...catastrophe.
I'm using a measuring cup and a Tupperware to dump the water into. Eventually taking out everything under the A.C. to see a fully flooded sill...disgusting dead bugs, etc. This is every girly-girls dream come true.
One will say, tho, that the investment of my Dust Buster was a good one, because it is a good water-sucking tool.
Let me skip over the few times I called my husband in the brink of my paranoid panic/anxiety attack and shall also skip over the colorful language that was shared...along with us hanging up on each other at least 2 times.
Because I do not want to spend more than I care to...I go to 'the place that does stuff' aka WalMart. I find a cute little table fan that is perfect to be placed in front of the wall. At least blowing air on the parts that had cracked open from moisture.
I'm sitting here, trying to disregard the freaked-out-ness of myself...the worries that the wall will cave in/fall over, and that Bill and I will be homeless. I wouldn't feel SO terribly bad if I actually owned my own home. Then I would be kicking myself out (haha)...but renting is something I'm terrible at. I look at it as borrowing someone's quarters...the last thing you want to do is fuck something up. Even tho, in theory, everything IS fixable. Repaint the sill...that's really all that needs to be done. Paneling area? Not sure...but my mum swears if it came down to it she would think of something that would work. All in all, this place isn't perfect by any means, and we've already done some work to improve it. (screen door on outside, cleaning out a year+ worth of crap from the gutters.) There are still things that we mentioned to our landlord (I give him credit, he's super nice and lets us have cats) but he's not great at 'gettin' 'er done'. Unless it is the dryer. Even then, it took awhile.
It's hotter than blazes outside, the humidity sucks the breath right out of me. The kitties are more subdued. I feel bad because they are having to deal with the apartment not being as comfortable. Cordelia Joy just went to lie under my shoe rack. Bella Mae is in the bedroom. Ceiling fans are on high, window fan is in the office, and that is about it. Nothing more than I can do at the moment. And damn me for not having an ice cube tray in here.
Soon I will have to go to work and see what will be in for me there...hopefully it will be a tolerable day. It's all that I can ask right now.
A bright moment of my day, Cordelia's 'dual pointed tooth' is no longer in existence. I wonder if some of her biting me was due to her 'teething'. I noticed it was loose, and then the next second, no tooth there except one larger, more beautiful canine tooth. I did find her baby tooth, and it is now proudly displayed on my book case. Such a proud mommy moment for me.
So, I guess there are tiny fragments of good that grace my day today.
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