My room is a new room now for her, as well as an older and less sorted version of a place she previously lived/stayed in before clearing out for Across The Road.
She stayed limp on the bed yesterday. She had a pretty good feed. Not eating quite as much as previously, inside of front legs and on the neck shaven.
I took her over the road to stay at Jos's place last night. She drank some water and stretched and prowled and purred and went outside for a wee. I picked her up this morning. She would have probably been agreeable to staying outside & I didn't want to think of that with the arthritis.
So her day has been first a rest. Then an explore. Then a matter of going into hiding. Then I go to the kitchen. I return. She's back on the quilt. The tortoise shell is almost camouflage within the crotchet squares.
It's a day of rain and cold freezing weather. Feels like the snow is close. It's hard not to be annoyed with the person who pinched my collected firewood from Max's throwout earlier this winter.
The cats are mostly inside out back. The room brightens. It is sunshine and earlier than I think. I should do a lunch thing. I miss my lunches out, I must say.
More writing work. Sent an email to The Age about The Rivers.
I'm doodling with snappy summaries of favourite sites and blogs.
I love John Elder Robison's latest blog from Asperger's Land:
John Elder Robison
After a lifetime of exclusion, what do I get from the very crowd that purports to help people like me?
John Elder Robison’s blog about managing his speech to the Shrinks (and managing to hide the card that describes him as a ‘non-member’) is very funny.
This is the man who designed Pyrotechnics for rock band KISS!
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