Five hours of sleep. Why?
Cat. Door. Escape. Tree. Ladder. Fence. Me. Eventually these elements combined to form this story:
Dixie "Cup" (cup my ass, more like a quart, she is one chunky cat, and Hubby would do well to stop feeding her extra b/c she "looks hungry"...) Anyway, Dixie got out. And ran up a tree. Again. And couldn't figure out "down". Again. And once more into the tree, good friends, I went. Ladder. Fence. Tree. Then I spent 15 minutes or so braced in a very weird way (b/c my right leg can "give", and I didn't want to risk my neck) playing "Cat Caller". Yes, Dixie came down. Yes, I bled. Thank you, Dixie, and you're welcome you fat little... AHem.
Let's just say, this is the closest I came in life to marching int oa shelter and *giving* them a cat instead of taking one home! B/c she no sooner got rescued than Hubby, in a rare moment of idiocy, *left the door wide open*. WHOOSH!
Then Hubby's "sweet little Dixie cup" got all this ympathy and cuddles and, yes, treats, and I tended my own wounds, thank you so very much, Mr. "I'm on my liquid diet day I could get dizzy if I go up the ladder". Yes, and I can topple over while standing still on my best days.
Y'all, I think we are too good at seeming okay. People are believing it!
So far, that's one Virginia pine
one pear (no partridges in it)
and an Eastern Hemlock.
The mulberry is the worst. That and the pear were planted to be decorative, but for 40 yeaars nobody pruned them. They're just tall freaking trees now. And, as we keep the dead branches trimmed off, not much "lower" branch activity...
As a plus, it's quite pretty in spring, all the blossoms and the yellow pine pollen... Righ tnow, it's freaking gray and cold.
Fortunately, Dahlia consoled me with a long cuddle-purr on my chest/tummy. Quite smugly, as if saying, "I love you, Mommy, I'll never make you go up a tree!" (She'll drive me up the wall instead!)
Well,t his afternoon is hubby's "a** tubectomy". Yeesh, what drama. I can't eat three days a month due to cramps. Whatevs, Mr. Leo, whatevs...
Off to enjoy what peace remains to my morning. Healing puma power to all:-)
And on my fifth try, I managed to not delete my own post. Argh. It's Monday. Fine. Whatevs.We have video of our cat Dixie trying to kill birds on the TV screen, but I can't get it to upload (hence the deletions) so just imagine a cat trying to bite a flatscreen TV and being quite miffed she couldn't get the bird!Today we see the genetics counselor about getting Hubby checked fo rgenes that could...
Good morning.And since I slept rotten, etc., blah blah blah, that's as far as I got!***I am so out of shape, y'all. THat dog attack set me back and I just an't seem to get back into the daily groove for more than 3-4 minutes. I'm so freaking tired, then every two minutes there's "something"... Ugh.I could be exercising right now, in fact, but instead I am watching Dahlia sleep, all happy to be......