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Cats, writing, the usual
Mar. 1st, 2003 03:18 pmI started Chapter 4 and hope to get well into it soon. It started with a completely unexpected revelation; so nice of Thrae, under the circumstances.
Chumley is eating. This says nothing about his long-term prospects, but is very pleasant to witness. My fingers were getting awfully sore from prying the cap off his nasal tube and pressing the darn syringe. The U told Lydy that if she thought he'd eat, she could take out the tube. Once she'd snipped the sutures, he sneezed it out explosively by himself. He is much happier. He can groom himself and sleep properly. No nasssty cone.
Beryl came back upstairs after the downstairs had quieted down for the night. I did not actually witness this, but the multiple poundings of feline feet and the presence of an eager-looking Naomi on the landing when I went to shut the upstairs kitchen door suggest to me that Naomi chased Beryl back upstairs. Beryl was very full of herself, even more than usual. I took advantage of her absence during the afternoon to give Ari a full-fledged romp with the toy on a stick, so he was pleased too.
I paid a lot of bills yesterday, which relieves the likelihood of the recurrence of my financial-anxiety dreams for a bit. The medical bills are much more moderate when one is not going in once or twice a week to have blood pressure checked and having renal this and thats all the time.
I must go for a walk, secure more good stinky food for Chumley (and also for Minou, for his medication), and then work some more on Chapter 4. How nice that looks. Chapter 4. Not 3. Hee.
Pamela
Chumley is eating. This says nothing about his long-term prospects, but is very pleasant to witness. My fingers were getting awfully sore from prying the cap off his nasal tube and pressing the darn syringe. The U told Lydy that if she thought he'd eat, she could take out the tube. Once she'd snipped the sutures, he sneezed it out explosively by himself. He is much happier. He can groom himself and sleep properly. No nasssty cone.
Beryl came back upstairs after the downstairs had quieted down for the night. I did not actually witness this, but the multiple poundings of feline feet and the presence of an eager-looking Naomi on the landing when I went to shut the upstairs kitchen door suggest to me that Naomi chased Beryl back upstairs. Beryl was very full of herself, even more than usual. I took advantage of her absence during the afternoon to give Ari a full-fledged romp with the toy on a stick, so he was pleased too.
I paid a lot of bills yesterday, which relieves the likelihood of the recurrence of my financial-anxiety dreams for a bit. The medical bills are much more moderate when one is not going in once or twice a week to have blood pressure checked and having renal this and thats all the time.
I must go for a walk, secure more good stinky food for Chumley (and also for Minou, for his medication), and then work some more on Chapter 4. How nice that looks. Chapter 4. Not 3. Hee.
Pamela
