Surgery went fine, I got home yesterday. Luckily, the incision site is below my belly fat bulge, so it's actually protected from heavy kitty feet. Alex is laying on my lap right now, and it's not bothering me at all.
Spot was just as happy to see me as Alex. Spot planted himself on the chair side table and laid his head and front paws on my chest, while kneading biscuits and purring louder than he's ever purred. I still have the pinpricks from that kneading...
Couldn't lay down in the bed, so I slept last night in my recliner. Not the most comfortable rest, but at least I could breathe. Spot joined me, settling between my feet on the recliner foot. He stayed there for over four hours, when I had to get up. He's still coming back to check on me. What a sweetie.
WLToo's awake, time to change bandages. Later, y'all.
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." -- Mahatma Gandhi
DOTL Spec. Alexander the Grrreat--tuxedo cat, Rainbow Division
What with the pain meds and not being real comfortable anywhere except in a couple of chairs, I've been a little "out of it" the last few days. However, I'm obviously getting better, since both cats have stopped hovering over me.
It's been an overcast day, with occasional showers and flying cat hair. Mama Doe is inside our property, very preggers, but the three fawns are pacing her just on the other side of the fence. I tossed some limp celery over the fence, and Solo trotted right up. The twins ran away, so he got it all.
My recliner is getting more and more comfortable for sleeping, as I figure out the best positions. Alex tried to wake me up this morning by jumping right in the middle of my stomach. Luckily, that's not where the incision is, so all he succeeded in doing was wake me up for about five seconds and stop my snoring. I finally woke up about 1000, just about the time he would have jumped on me again so I could get his morning treats.
Spot went leaping after a flying insect about lunchtime. Guess that's a sign that the barn swallows aren't far behind. I hope so; miss 'em.
Well, I'm falling asleep again, so it's nap time. Later, y'all.
I'm so glad to hear that you're home and feeling better. When my husband was recovering from successful cancer treatment, I knew he was feeling better when our dogs became unglued from his side. Pets are the best healing aide, IMHO.
Hope you see the barn swallows soon.
The fog was quite thick when I went to sleep last night. Woke up about 0400, and the fog was so thick I could not see past either porch. Not even the fraidy lights around the area were visible. Woke up about 0800 and the fog was still so thick that we only had about 830 feet of visibility (could just barely see the gate down by the road). The fog stayed put, even though a goodly breeze was blowing.
Fog didn't even begin to dissipate until about 1030, and even now there's still quite a bit left. Warm breeze called Spot outside, so he's currently on patrol.
Han, Spooky and Solo just grazed past the house, without Mama Doe in attendance. Solo looked in, just like Mama, looking for a handout. The twins don't look -- they just don't understand the drill. That's fine, don't need bucks walking up on the porch and looking in.
Things are greening up nicely. One of the native shrubs is ready to burst into yellow blooms, and the Mexican hat is sending up shoots. If we keep getting rain this spring, should be a nice wildflower and shrub display.
Well, both cats are outside enjoying the warmth, so we'll eat lunch without their company. Later, y'all.
Last night, Spot joined me in the recliner. He spent the whole night oozing from one side of my chest/stomach to the other and back, purring occasionally. He could do this thanks to the pillows I stuff on either side of me to pad me from the wooden arms. Makes for a good kitty support, too. He got off for breakfast, and I went back to sleep. When I woke up about 0900, he was fast asleep on top of me again.
I wonder if he'll try it when I'm able to sleep in the bed again. That would not be so comfy, without those bolstering pillows.
It's another foggy, moist day, getting into the 70s again. We keep the door open on such days, allowing Alex and Spot to wander in and out. After Spot's patrol, he prefers to sleep and watch from a favorite porch chair, while Alex sleeps on the porch love seat. Their lives are soooo difficult...
Bird song everywhere today. Between the fog damping extraneous sounds and the birds, it's beyond relaxing. 'Course, the pain meds help put me in that zen zone, too.
I got my first query to do some proofreading and editing yesterday. Cool. If he does contract with me, I'll finally make my compulsion to proof/edit pay a little. Proofing and editing WLToo's books are fun, but don't exactly produce income.
Until then, I'll just go back to the novel I was enjoying. Later, y'all.
Beautiful morning, supposed to get up to 81 today. Birds are singing like mad.
When we opened the door, Spot stepped out and got into a porch chair. About ten minutes later, Alex poked his head out the door, and Spot chirped at him, in an unmistakable invitation to come out and enjoy the day. But no, Alex had to come back inside and eat the remainder of Spot's breakfast. And all was peaceful again.
Later, Spot was asleep in his favorite porch chair, when we heard the unmistakeable sounds of kitty screaming. Oh, great. Alex thinks he's a tough guy, right up to the point that the bigger kitty decides to give him a good thumping. Luckily, both humans got outside in time to see Alex whirl on Spot, who had responded much faster than the humans and had already chased Black Kitty away. Spot didn't respond to Alex' challenge, but simply strolled back and got into his chair.
Alex stayed all poofed up and stalked back to the house, as though he'd been the one to chase off Black Kitty. He's fast asleep next to Rodney now.
Alex is a sweet cat to all humans, but a poser to other cats. He's all scream and no fight. Spot's not a screamer, but an authentic watch cat. I'm sure he'd be rolling his eyes at Alex if he could.
The meds are knocking me out again. Think I'll doze on the porch. Later, y'all.