I am off to the physio rehab doc. AKA Doctor Hammer Thumb. I know he knows how to keep things where they have to be and so forth, but ouch anyway, y'know?
Anyway, yesterday I came home from PTSD therapy and saw Shadow waiting for his human, where he's used to doing so, at the appointed time... right where she would walk home from school. But since she graduated and moved on, she's around less, and he's not yet grasped the new order of things. I called to him, a general, "Hey, kitty, hey, buddy!" and got *two* cats. (Yes, I know, you're not surprised!)
So he came in, and we cuddled, and he was just so blissfully happy to have something feel "right" to him. It was peculiar how sad it made me. That she "grew up" and "Forgot" her cat. Two years ago, she was his constant companion. Now... I dunno, she lives at home, so I see no reason why he can't be her fur-buddy still, but htat's *me*. When away at college/university/pick your term... The first questions I asked after "Mom, how're you and Grandma?" were "How's (fill in pet names)?" I'd hug Mom when I visited, then hug my dog, then the other dogs and cats, and eventually I'd get into the house. I'd spend hours on my visits just with the critters.
Soon after he dozed off, LilMiss wanted a drink of water. I know this by her behavior. She has figured out that I'm train-able. The water dish was empty. She sat by it. To most people, the cat just sat down. To me, this means, "Ah, water." I fill up water dish. She drinks. Ah, happiness! Then she comes inside and restlessly roams. Hmm... Then it hits me. I know what she's trying to say. My late cat, Jack, was her "mentor" when she was a ktiten. He was feral. He had to express without vocalization, it's a feral thing. She modeled a lot on him. But she's not as naturally expressive as a feral-born-and-raised cat like old Jack was. She wanted *play* time.
I played with the cat, then both cats, and then both went home, and I pondered this:
What does it say about humans that they don't simply cuddle up, or play, or explore, but stay glued to phones or whatevers? Yes, nice distractions, but... The internet won't lower your blood pressure the way a cuddly animal or a short walk with a pet-friend will. Hmm.
(BTW, it was warm enough out, no danger to cats, just they needed someone to pay attention. *sigh* I can tell every loved cat in this neighborhood. I see them the least. The dogs are easy to know too.)
Meanwhile, I shall also ponder this: How is insomnia from pain any less a health risk than the maybe-could side effects of longterm NSAID use?
I shall also ponder my grandma's poultice of crushed fresh peppermint and pine needles for everything from warts to zits. I've an annoying little yuck, and I've exhausted all modern solutions, so.... Crushed pine needles and mint leaves it is? Maybe I can just use Pine-Sol on it?....
Cheers, and blessings, and take a rest for yourself, okay? A bi tof "play time" like the cats. :-)
I prounounce "blech" to rhyme with "check", btw. Good morning.Pardon my language but in the wake of yesterdays NFL conference championship games, particularly the AFC game: !@#$%^&*( )*)& $#&@!&)@! $@#.... Patriots.... #$@()#$_*$# again $@#U()$#*@)*#$)*#@$)*Just. Once. For. Pity's. Sake. Can. I. Have. A NFL Season that doesn't end with the world having a brain-gasm over Tom-frigging-Brady?!?!...
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