PooMa, the Epilogue

Sometimes life just gets busy, and blogs go by the wayside. I realize almost nobody reads here anymore, on account of my sorriness at updating, but I ALSO realized I left a story unfinished. I wanna tie up loose ends, pun TOTALLY intended.

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PooMa, the Intestinally Challenged Kitty

Sometime in late June a cat showed up in my kitchen, a bag of bones full to bursting with kittens. She ate and disappeared for a couple of weeks, when she showed up again sans baby belly, but still skeletal. She stood at my feet and screamed like she was being skinned, until I managed to hit the right inflection trying to calm her. I meowed, she looked at me, stopped screaming, and tucked her head to be petted. That was the beginning of a saga that is still unfolding, and may well end with my first healthy euthanasia.

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The $125 Oil Change

I know it is normal practice for women to let men change the oil in their vehicles, I do, even if it means paying strangers money to do it. I HATE those guys, tho, cuz they always try to sell me stuff I don’t need, and I feel guilty for saying no. A while back I bought the filter and the oil to do it myself, and frankly, never did. The filter sat on my dining room table, mocking me, reminding me that I am more or less a lazy sot. It was a very LOUD filter, that one. On Monday, I decided to shut it up.

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The Cat Lady Branches Out

Saturday evening I looked out my back door. I don’t know why. I so seldom do stupid things like that, but this time something looked back.

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They Say It’s Good For The Soul

I have a confession to make. I? Made a mistake.

Yes, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. It’s a fact, tho. I have a habit of running the oppostie direction of public opinion: I can’t count the number of good movies that tanked because the General Public hated them, or the wasted hours watching some stupid event or going to lousy restaurants because “everybody loves it!” That’s the only explanation I have for the proliferation of Olive Gardens around the state. I love their breadsticks and salad, but when they stopped serving their humongo cheesecake and went to teeny little slices, they lost me.

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Furbabies Bringin’ Down da House

I forgot how destructive babies can be. It has been a year since I had kittens this age, and I thought I missed it. Turns out, the best part of the babies is when they’re sleeping. On top is Boggart, under him is Elsa, to the right is Romeo, and the black sweetie is Spock.

Such angelic faces...

Don’t get me wrong! They are adorable and I’m dyin’ uv teh kyoot an’ all, but dannnng, those little claws are sharp. Their brakes are useless most of the time, unless they happen to be stopping on bare skin. Then they work just fine. My circulation seems to be pretty good, too, judging by the heights the blood manages to reach while exiting my punctured arteries.

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Just Another Evening

The boyz love to be with me. Click to biggify.

thah boyz

Usually I’m in the empty space, and whoever is in Frankie’s spot is propped or draped on my leg. There may or may not be a girl on the floor at my feet. No wonder I can’t breathe. Ack! But what a wonderful way to suffocate, surrpunded by lurve!

The new header is Vicki, a wild girl who died the week the kittens were born. When Frank was born he was solid white, and I thought that was a little odd (reincarnation much?), but he colored up nicely. Vicki was almost to the point of staying in the room if I moved, but chances are she would have had kittens before I could have caught and tamed her. Her death was good for my wallet and the neighborhood, but horrible just the same.

I went out tonight to check out some cat noises, and saw the most beautiful sky! Washboard clouds moving quickly across an almost-full moon – gorgeous. I tried, but I haven’t played with my camera enough to get good night shots yet. This is the best I could do. Again, click=biggified.

man around the moon

Finally, at the risk of finally outing my ugly self, here’s my new friend and her name-tagged counterpart at a meeting yesterday. I hate having my pic taken, but this is… well, they were fast, is all. She’s the one with a collarbone. And a neck. Heh.

two very dangerous characters

I got all the way to the meeting site and realized I was wearing my very comfy fuzzy tan shoes. That wouldn’t have been a problem except for the black pants and socks, so i took ’em off when we got inside and went sock-footed. My pal here took hers off, too, and kept me in casual company for the duration.

OK, that’s my day. Well, not all of it, but the interesting part.

Later!

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SHHHH.

*I’m whispering, cuz there’s something in the room with me that I can’t see, and I don’t want it to hear me. If I can’t see it, how do I know it’s there, you ask? Because Frankie the Leaner is staring at the door, then the ceiling, then across the room, and his eyes and cute little head are TRACKING something MOVING. Yes, it could be a bug. But then it could be an UNBUG. It could be the spirit of that fly I watched get eaten the other day by a GINORMOUS SPIDER, instead of helping it escape. I felt guilty, but hey. A spider’s gotta eat.

Great, now F the L is running around with JP. Imminent Casperian invasion averted, I guess. Whew.*

Frankie the Leaner got his name from his efforts at showing affection. He comes barreling up on the sofa and body slams me, and then leans his whole body against my shoulder. When I say “body slam,” imagine a punk rocker slam-dancing, or maybe a linebacker practicing his tackling, and you have the right idea. Sure, he’s only 8 or 9 pounds, but DON’T LET THAT FOOL YOU. Inertia, baybee. Then he looks to make sure he has my attention, tucks his chin, and offers his side and back to be petted, as if he’s kneeling before the throne of The Petting God waiting for orders. He’s a mess, that one.

He and JP have had a blast running around the living room since I moved the furniture around. I put a couple of these together for them, and they’re in love. They’ve played more in the last week than they have since Max and Leo died. It’s good to see. The toy of the moment seems to be a pecan, though. Free, from the backyard. Go figure.

*Oh, crap… he sees it again. It just floated RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE (oops, sorry for the yelling), and I didn’t see it. That, my peeps, is one creepy mofo of a feeling.*

*Later*

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Lately at the Zoo

Boo slept with me last night for the first time since the kittens came out of their box in April. She’s been hiding out, coming up a couple of times a week to be seen. She may have been coming in to eat when I was gone, I dunno. She’s managed to stay healthy, so she’s eating somewhere. Anyway, she crawled in the bed last night, and her boyfriend JP curled up with her. They used to be inseparable, and I am glad they are rediscovering their friendship. Boo even stood up to Murphy a time or two, and he’s the real reason she left. She was terrified of him.. But he’s not trying to bother her, and she’s figured that out to some degree, I think. Maybe she’ll stay – she’s a $500 cat, and I would like to keep my investment close to home. Heh.

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My Apologies

It has been a busy week, so I haven’t posted in … wow… 4 days. I’ve gotten into that habit lately, but I don’t realize it has been so long, honestly. I just get busy, you know… watching tv, reading the comics. Heh. Anyway, this week could have gone better.

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