Update

They are all inside tonight, the sudden dose of snow in the alps meant that they were at back and front doors crying to come into the sheltering warmth of this place.

She, more root canal therapy yesterday and more to come.

Yesterday, I forgot to take my acupuncture needles with me and today I felt so lousy I had to cancel the Counselling Session.

OK, I got up late today after yesterday's dentals. Why have I been dreaming about Brad and Angelina so often? OK, it was a joke when the quiz asked should they adopt more kids, I said, well I'm a grown up kid, they could adopt me if they like.

When I was a small person, I adopted all the thrown out dolls I found. They all had their beds and I attended to them every day, even when they were legless.

I think of this as I clean the trays and feed the little ones.

Tabs has consented to sleep closer to Balanchine tonight. They loved each other so much before the nightmare crap. The vet was inside the pub buying more whiskey tonight.

It's kitten season again. Roscoe says he's prepared to adopt any that come by his way.

If they are young enough to cope with his dogs,

Fresh Stuff

Which one was that ancient Greek Philosopher who claimed that illness is good because recovery is bliss?

Phew.

Anna came by yesterday & met our new gorgeous neighbours.

I did some cleaning, well quite a lot compared to when I was ill....

O it's still so smelly in some places.

Phooey, I've only been doing the most basic work since the illness hit me.

I can do the Dyson, the dishes and the surfaces, but!

I been only doing essentials and I haven't been sociable enough with my little crowd.

They are 'marking' to protest.

My sense of smell is only recently returning.

They hit the cushioned chair.

They hit my smart new rucksack (by the way, thanx Leeton for a great rucksack!)

(Sorry I dropped in on Roscoe with my rucksack ponging!)

As smell returned, I realised that the spraying process even hit certain spots in the kitchen.

(Which yesterday I scrubbed with diluted lavender oil!)

The couch is a write-off but I'll air the covers tomorrow.

I got younger folks visiting next week. I have to conquer some smells.

Truly, I do want to be further down the track, but my little critturs are saying, 

'Where have you been?' (PS, 'We could go even more feral if you like!')

Blissfully warmer weather, sunlight on back verandah in the mornings, ah, this place is a good place. Great light. Books keep coming in and with fabulous neighbours I'm doing some gardening at least.

I've got books to add as promised, and I have music to add as promised.

That's because Jez helped me.

I thank Brendan, Jez, Lucy, Mina, and we don't forget Aphex!

I thought I had too many cats until I checked the following site.

The Pussies Galore post on http://littlecatdiaries.blogspot.com/

WOW!

Etc & So On

Princess Ok I think.

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!