Ar Hyd y Nos
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
Iâm outside, on the deck (10â X10â of floor planks and rails, sadly in need of attention). For âattentionâ read ârestorationâ. Today is my day off. There is no chance of me doing anything that needs doing beyond the already accomplished sweeping of the arbor vitae droppings and cleaning of the patio table and two…
My days are sometimes a blur. I arrived home around 7:30 last night, and was in bed by 9:30. Work saps so much out of me right now. I’m hoping it will be better after the paracentesis. Still waiting for the doctor’s office to call me back on that one. Last night The Socialist opened…
I had a busy (and expensive) weekend. Saturday I purchased a digital camera for my upcoming Oregon trip. It’s a Cannon G1, several steps up from Cannon’s digital Elph that I got the Professor for Christmas. I was hoping that if I stuck with Cannon I’d be able to use the same software packages with…
My little grey Nimrod is starting to hone her hunting skills on something other than the other cats. Monday she discovered spiders. Some poor dumb arachnid apparently found its way into our kitchen from the great outdoors, and Kitten, attracted by the motion of something small and black on the floor, had to investigate. Following…
Answer to yesterday’s very arcane question: The title was ripped out of a spoken section of “Hot Rod Lincoln”, by Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen. A secret vice of mine, Commander Cody. I sent this song to a friend some weeks (months?) back. I think she could use it again, though. BY WAY…
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It’s so hard to do anything with much joy when there is an animal in the house who is unhappy.
Ask me how I know.
Hope things get better….
Can’t think of a more appropriate song for the situation.
The poor little mite. And poor sleep-deprived caregivers 🙁
ew, about making up things,
my favorite music from ozzie is 33silent
Poor wee thing. Does she have to wear an e-collar?
When Dunkie has his allergies and has to wear his e-collar and he itches all over but can’t get to it and sometimes he whines, that breaks my heart. I can totally relate. You can’t explain things to them, either. "It’s not my fault!" you want to say.