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Eleven Parts Cats, One Part Mimosa: Life is good
Neil recent commented snarkily that my posts were eleven parts cats and one part mimosa, and that life is boring. And so, today being Friday, I am drinking many, many mimosas, and petting Lady Jane Grey.
Lady Jane has gone almost a week without biting or clawing me. I am very happy. She is much, much fatter than she was. She has a positively rotund belly. I am hoping this does not mean that she is pregnant. She does have a lump on her back, a little below the shoulder blades. I am planning on taking her in to see the vet next week, so I will ask him to look at that. I don't know what it is. Hopefully, nothing bad.
She continues to be ever so sweet. She has a marvelous purr, and has become extremely fluffy. She also now has the energy and muscle tone to rocket about when she wants to. Which she does.
She caught a mouse the other day. Which she then carefully put on the couch, since that is where she gets petting and attention. Pamela has steam-cleaned the place where the mouse was lain. I didn't get to see it, it happened while I was at work.
She seems to have slowed down a bit on eating kibble, though she is still polishing off a can of wet food a day. She has also stopped growling at her food, and at people too close to her food. I think that she's getting the idea that there will be more where that came from. She remains companionable, but not a lap cat. She likes to sit next to me, but not on me. Which is sad, I really like lap cats.
On the mimosa front, I can say that Freixenet Cava is better than Cooks Extra Dry. DDB and I are planning on going to see The Martian tonight, so I have to go to bed in time to get up. Which means that I will not be able to finish the bottle before I go to bed.
As for my life being boring, Neil: so what? I have good books, good friends, good lovers, good cats, good drugs, and a sufficiency of income. It is calm and stable, and generally happy. At my age, that's really quite nice. I doubt that it would have been quite the thing in my twenties, but I'm not that young, anymore. And this, this life? I am very pleased with it. Do I miss the incredibly highs of my earlier years? Only a little. Because I paid for them with black misery. I'm old, I'm boring. So sue me.
Life, life is good. Also, eleven parts cats, one part mimosa.
Lady Jane has gone almost a week without biting or clawing me. I am very happy. She is much, much fatter than she was. She has a positively rotund belly. I am hoping this does not mean that she is pregnant. She does have a lump on her back, a little below the shoulder blades. I am planning on taking her in to see the vet next week, so I will ask him to look at that. I don't know what it is. Hopefully, nothing bad.
She continues to be ever so sweet. She has a marvelous purr, and has become extremely fluffy. She also now has the energy and muscle tone to rocket about when she wants to. Which she does.
She caught a mouse the other day. Which she then carefully put on the couch, since that is where she gets petting and attention. Pamela has steam-cleaned the place where the mouse was lain. I didn't get to see it, it happened while I was at work.
She seems to have slowed down a bit on eating kibble, though she is still polishing off a can of wet food a day. She has also stopped growling at her food, and at people too close to her food. I think that she's getting the idea that there will be more where that came from. She remains companionable, but not a lap cat. She likes to sit next to me, but not on me. Which is sad, I really like lap cats.
On the mimosa front, I can say that Freixenet Cava is better than Cooks Extra Dry. DDB and I are planning on going to see The Martian tonight, so I have to go to bed in time to get up. Which means that I will not be able to finish the bottle before I go to bed.
As for my life being boring, Neil: so what? I have good books, good friends, good lovers, good cats, good drugs, and a sufficiency of income. It is calm and stable, and generally happy. At my age, that's really quite nice. I doubt that it would have been quite the thing in my twenties, but I'm not that young, anymore. And this, this life? I am very pleased with it. Do I miss the incredibly highs of my earlier years? Only a little. Because I paid for them with black misery. I'm old, I'm boring. So sue me.
Life, life is good. Also, eleven parts cats, one part mimosa.
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Boring is good. Very good.
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I occasionally wish for more excitement in my own life, but at the same time: like you, I have good lovers, we know how to be good together, and I don't care if someone else thinks "Adrian will be spending Thanksgiving with me and Cattitude, and I wonder if we'll forget to take out the cranberry relish again" isn't an interesting story.
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I noticed the lump on Lady Jane's back and figured that you had too. It's convenient that she needs to go back to the vet anyway.
P.
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