So here we are on a Wednesday. Feels like Thursday to me. Don’t you hate that?
All of a sudden it is starting to feel like spring is in the air, even though most days are still quite cold. I can’t explain it, cold but feeling spring like. Perhaps it’s the sun or a smell in the air. Or maybe just nature. But I can feel it coming. Most likely it is the frozen mud in my yard. We have been having quite the freeze/melt spells.
Thank you for asking about my Mom. She is actually scheduled to go home today. Boy, do they rush you out of the hospital, don’t they? She has been on solid food for only a day and walking for a day and a half. OUT. Get OUT. Although home will be the best medicine for her right now. She will have pretty intensive home nursing care for a while to teach her how to care for her colostomy bag and make sure the healing is heading in the right direction. My Mom gives me inspiration during these times. She is one tough cookie. Stubborn as all get out and raring to go. No one will keep her in that bed once she gets the go ahead to get up. She has a great positive attitude that I am not sure I would have if that were me. Honestly? That colostomy bag seems quite medieval and horrible to me. But she is feeling such a relief to be done with the suffering that she has been enduring for the last 6 months. That is one diet I will NO try out. Ever. (I hope to bob) (I am still eating my fiber!!) (are you??)
Trying to get Mom to eat or drink something that she doesn’t want to, though? She turns into a whiney pathetic toddler. Just warning you in case you ever have to force my Mom into something. You. Will. Not. Win.
And a cat update? For those keeping track?
Myron went back to the vets Monday. His peeing problem has been getting worse. He peed on the couch over the weekend. And I became obsessed with the pee problem. I agonized and analyzed. This is not the best me, I’ll tell you. I cannot have a pee house complete with pee furniture. I even started to think that perhaps I could not keep him. This upset me too much to even keep thinking about.
So, the vet put him on an anti depressant. I know. It sounds silly, doesn’t it? But he has become different since we have got him. He used to be silly and carefree. Now he is a pee factory and growls and hisses constantly when he is not hiding under the chair. Mitchell does chase him a bit but the fighting has stopped. Not totally but overall has stopped. I cannot guarantee that Mitchell will not chase him. I can’t even begin to fathom how to stop one cat from chasing another cat. Holy jeebus, should I tie them up on leads??? It gets mindboggling when you think about it. Yes. Anti depressants for kitties. I never thought I’d see the day that I would consent to that. I’d rather that than return him to that shelter. The vet reminded me that we did not know what kind of household they came from. Could even be some kind of post traumatic stress.
I’m having post traumatic stress though. He. PEED. ON. MY. COUCH!!!!! Monday I also rented an upholstrey cleaner/extractor and went to town on the cushion and the pee spots on the carpet. Not what I would choose to do on a Monday evening after a full day of work, but life is like that, isn’t it?
Candles. I light lots of candles. And I swear to god I can smell it on me when I go to work. Pee smell is stuck in my nose. It is not good, knitters.
We have started to call Myron PeePants. Which is not as cute as Myron, but well…you know.
His cuteness is the only thing that saves him at this point. That and my soft heart.
And? Yes, I’m still knitting the dimorphous mittens. And knitting them. And knitting them again. The outer mitten is making me feel like a beginner knitter, needing training wheels/needles. I hope to make headway with it tonight. Kick that pattern to the curb. Or something like that.
A video, Bethany’s favorite as of late! A little girl narrating her version of a kitten book. My favorite is “I’m her Mom” “Noo She’s not!”
