Profit!

I LIKE it. :D

And there are two new projects planned for to make more of the same!!

I garnered a LOT of negative energy over the last seven months and I plan to make a lot of lemonade from the lemons that I was handed..from a bunch of lemon heads! :)

Ooooooooh blaaaaaaarg! I have been as sick as a dog!! How about another round of pneumonia??? No?? This has been the second time I've been laid up with it in two months!!

Gaaaaads!

I hate this!! If I sit up for more than just a few minutes,..I get dizzy from my inner ear infection. My nose is red and enlarged and dripping!! My skin is red and blotchy!! I am a mess!

My tintinitus is getting so bad that I am hearing squeaks and squawks like a horn. My fever-swollen joints are creaking out their own peculiar rhythm. My lungs are rattling and teeth are grinding out a percussion!! Add a string section,.and I'll orchestrate my own misery and play a tune of it!!

Then..of course,..there was "L'Affaire Des Fumiers Des Chats!" The neice,..hopefully,..will be recieving some much needed medical attention...with a shrink!! I am quite fed-up with that particular crowd!!

My cat,..Fluff,...died!!

I know that I still have five kitties in still "semi-normal" working order, but (and you'll notice that I said semi-working order!)..Squirrel is mentally warped now!! He has been hiding under the sofa for a week now!! Lizard Breath and Tipper are waiting to kill him if he ever comes out!!

Tinker,..the kitten,..is going around patting every "cat toy" in the house to see if it is real!! The poor dear bit his own tail the other day. He used to chase his poor little "queue," but lately since the "bronkosal" treatment,..he has been simply looking behind himself and staring at it as if he doubted that it was really attached to his own little rear!!

Baxter,..my big black philosopher,...is sleeping on my bed. He slept through out the trials and tribulations of the "inhalor" attack and I have no doubt that he slept off most of the effects of the "bronkosol!!"

The only thing different in Mr. Baxter's life is the fact that the Fluff is no more!! I don't even know if he is aware that Fluffy is gone!! Last night he stopped at Fluff's cushion on the end of my bed,..purred as he has always done,..rubbed against it as he has always done,..and then,..went back to his own cushion and went to sleep as if nothing had changed!!

Come to think about it,..the only reason that Sir Fluff or Mr. Baxter used to move off my bed was if they had to eat, or use the litter box, or do a cat inspection tour of our house!!

I knew that Fluff had passed when he didn't come do down to the "morning breakfast assembly for the distribution of the daily ration of cat chow by "Our Lady,-Who-Knows-The-Process-Of-Up- Ending-The-Bag-Of-Cat-Chow-And-Does-Not-Have-To-Claw-A-Hole-In-The-Side-Of-The-Bag-To-Make-The-Good-Stuff-Come-Out!!"
Later on in the day,..he did not show up for the "daily glorification and worship of the refrigerator and opening of it's blessed door," so I knew that something was wrong with him.

When I went upstairs and looked on my bed,..he was still curled up in his usual nose to tail circle,..cold as ice,..stiff,..and having a problem with "life cessatation!!" He was "living impaired,"..i..e..dead!

"Le Pauvre Chat"...has need of a song...(to be sung to the tune of "Poor Jude Is Dead"..from the musical,"OKLAHOMA!"):

Entitled:

"Poor Fluff Is Dead!"



Poor Fluff is dead!

Poor Fluff is dead!

I found him lying on my bed!


When he did not come down to eat,

..T'was cause

Fluff went to the Great Judgement Seat!!


He will no longer catch the mice!

They probably think that's very nice!!

Catching mice,

Sleeping,

And making a poo,

..In life that's all that cat

Would do!


And now,

...He's dead,

..I know that's so,

..We buried him a week ago!!

---------grand finis----------

Yes,..I do miss my cat. His death was no joke to me,..but how can one endure life if there is no laughter to be found in our tears??

I have great fear for my niece. She seems to have no remorse for her irresponsible action of giving the cats a round with my inhalor! Due to this,..I have put my inhalor..under lock and key!!

Anyway,..the inhaler disappeared for a while. I started to look for it and then,.the sixty six year old came into the room and asked why I was not.."making our company feel welcome." I gave up the search for my breathing device.

My husband and I sat down to talk to his sister, and the neice was playing with my six cats,.who were chasing a string that she obligingly dangled for them.

As we shared coffee and gossiped about local events,..all of the adults lost track of the adolescent and her feline playmates. Usually,..one of us keeps an eye on her from the minute that she comes through the door of our house!!

Arrrrrrrgh! Suddenly,..there came a squalling and mewling that even I could hear! My namesake had locked herself in our downstairs bathroom and was giving all of my poor kitties a breathing treatment with my inhaler!!

As my husband ran to get a screwdriver to unfasten the hinges on the bathroom door,..I reminded myself that this was not a time for "self-rightious indignation." My sister-in-law lives with this child..24/7. I have her only when this poor woman wants the relief of adult company.

My sister-in-law loves her daughter. I have not the depths of my sister-in-law's love for this child,..still,..I will not run from her or the fact that people like her exist or deny her a place in the human race because her brain..works..differently.

Back to my poor kitties!! When my son told the vet at the emergency vet clinic what was in the inhaler,..he said just to let the cats sleep off the effects of the bronko-dialater..(the med in the inhaler.) I was also to watch them for signs of "disturbances" in their behavior."

Tipper has been chasing a "ball," or at least went through the motions of ball chasing and pouncing on something even though there was no ball or "pouncible" object in sight!! How can I break the news to this normally sane and practical cat,..that he could be hallucinating?

Lizard Breath has been terrified of "Squirrely," our smallest fixed kitty,..who has been running through the house non-stop as though he could never run out of energy...and yowling at Lizard as if he was going to beat her up for all of the times that she swatted his ears!!

Lizard Breath even let Squirrely mount her! This is a most unusual behavior in both cats because Lizard Breath is usually the "top cat," and Squirrely has been fixed for a long time!!

Squirrely also beat up Tipper,.who weighs in at fourteen pounds and is a "full unfixed Thomas Cat!!" Squirrely and Tipper are now,..it appears,..playing peacefully together with Tip's imaginary ball!

Talk about an "upset" in the feline social order"..around here!! Under normal circumstances,..Squirrel is the last cat in line at the feeding bowl!! Now,..he rules the roost..with an "Iron paw!"

I had trouble breathing again last night. My husband did not have to take me to the emergency room,..but the thickness in my lungs was there again.
Try putting two balls of cotton in each nostril and try breathing through it. That is the only way that I can describe the sensation. You can't get the air in and you can't get the air out. Panic builds as your awareness of the lack of oxygen in your system builds. So far the inhaler helps,..but for how long??

Speaking of the inhaler,..my neice came over the other day. She observed me as I put my inhaler together and relieved my struggle for air. THe next thing I knew,..the inhaler..had disappeared!!

This is the only blog that I have at blogspot or on blogger. The only place, that I write stories or poetry, is on a moderated bulletin board. I started blogging as a way to keep up with my thoughts on a daily basis and a way to keep track of how one person can change.

Interests, hobbies,..activities and opinions and all of the things, that happen in one's life, are all part of the flotsom and jetsom,..which flow in and out of one's experience. Blogging for me was to be a record of how my thoughts and interests changed, modified and varied over a period of time in my life.

One of the most interesting experiences, that I have have in the past seven months, is the influence of negative experience,..which touched my life to its' very core. Somewhere out there in those few people who read this blog..is a person,..whose bigotry inspired what is now a best selling book in this area.

School children are now reading what were once your thoughts,..which you were quite willing to pass onto me. Your gift of unkindness to me will be passed along to posterity as a means of educating childen and future generations of children on HOW not to treat other folks. Your willingness to be unkind..has been shared wih the world and possibly all posterity. :D