Memory Monday

We had so many cats when we were growing that I have forgotten a lot of their names. Sheba and Tither had a lot of the kittens we kept. I remember Rastus, Banjo, Gray Baby, Whitey Pants, and Tiger Lily (I think). I believe there were some with Fourth of July names too, but I can't remember the actual names. Then there was Snoopie, the most beautiful gray kitty ever. It seems though that the best ones disappeared or died.

Gray Baby was the one who loved water. The bathroom door wouldn't latch completely for a while. I remember her jumping into the tub once when I was in the bath. So, we started entertaining her with a dishpan full of water so that she would leave the bathers alone. Whitey pants liked watching T.V. Rastus I think is the one who liked jumping from the roof to daddy's shoulder. We had some really special kitties.

Several years ago, I had another special kitty. Sir Thomas Kit Carson Jr. loved me. He used to climb up and snuggle into my face and neck. That ended when Miss Kitty Katt (aka: Psycho Cat---also aka: Bad Kitty) joined the household. From then on he detested me. Sir T. or Mr. T as I ended up calling him would hiss and spit and yowl at me if I entered a room he was in. He would yowl and hiss at me if I spoke or sang too. Never again did he snuggle with me. We had word fights. His were more of the FFFsssstt!! Hissssss! Ptooey! Rowr! kind. If you know cat talk, you know those are "Bad Swears." Mine were crabby words. "Stupid cat, shut up, quit hissing at me. Shut up, it's not my fault it's snowing etc."

Along with his bad attitude (which is funny to think back on), he started to spray his territory. Not only did he spray, he sprayed the same places over and over again. Anything close to his tush was fair game---furniture, doors, walls, the oven, the refrigerator, Christmas presents, books on the book shelves. Nothing was safe. He ended up moving to a farm where he lived in a heated barn, could spray to his little heart's content, and got fresh goats milk on a daily basis. His new family loved him according to the Vet's Assistant . They are her neighbors. Personally, by the time he moved away, I had already grieved for the cat who had loved me, and he and I barely tolerated one another.

Now Miss Psycho Kitty is my baby. She loves me a lot. She even snuggles with me the way Mr. T once did. I find her to be a very sweet kitty, and she hardly ever goes psycho on me. It's other people who get it. Someone can pet her very nicely, she may even purr, but then she might get tired of the petting session. Instead of moving away, she smacks and tries to bite. Isn't that nice? She's such a good little cat with her Mountain Lion looks, and her lovely overbite. Does she scare you? She shouldn't. She is a real sweetheart. Cats are the bomb. TTFN

Finals

I want his music. I am in love with his music. Someone else can have him, but I want his music....just the music. I voted for him 30 times---2 different phones and the computer. He better win!!!!!

Eli's Performance Last Night

He is really good!

Viruses

I am sure that I must have had Bronchitis sometime in the past, but I honestly don't remember it. Erin caught this "stinkin" virus nearly five weeks ago, and she is still dealing with it. However, unlike me she did not see a doctor. I did.
I've been "sickly" for two and a half weeks now. The pneumonia is gone, but the bronchitis cough is still going too strong for my taste. I'm tired of the pain in my ribs. I either broke one or tore the cartilage. Now the other side hurts too, so I clutch and cough. It hurts to breathe. Coughing----someone else can take it. I'm a wuss. I "do'n like it." I'm living on Ibuprofen and ice packs. Thank goodness I have those. However, I have decided once and for all that I will never again get bronchitis. If I do, I will protest. I will drown myself in the dirty toilet. Along with rib pain, I'm still tired a lot of the time etc. Yuck, ick, and more yuck!
So, for anyone who hangs around here, don't get smart with me when I clean doorknobs, phones, computer keys, etc. etc. every time I turn around if you are the least bit snotty nosed or whatever. I will do anything and everything I can to prevent illness from striking me or anyone else who lives here. So, tease all you want. Call me OCD. Call me George or whatever. I DO NOT DO SICK WELL AT ALL!!!! So, I shall avoid it at all costs. End of story. TTFN