lydy | Mimosan cats

Is Mimosa a place? I do not know. I have not yet drunk _all_ the mimosas, but my typing is becoming unsteady, suggesting I have had...several.

Lady Jane Grey is not getting petted enough. That is clear. Yesterday, I was petting her, and we forgot ourselves, and she tried to scratch me. She caught herself, and I dodged, and there was no blood. But I've been preoccupied with Naomi, of late, and have not been giving LJG enough attention. And she is so very pretty and sweet.

She had a thing on her back, between her shoulder blades, which at first we thought was a battle wound. However, it healed up and then came back, and at her last visit to the vet, he prescribed an antibiotic. You might remember all this. Well, it cleared up just in time for me to go to NYC, which was great, but when I came back, it was back. It felt quite lumpy, actually, but I kind of picked at the crusty bits, and it turned out that the lumpiness was, in fact, just dried crusty stuff stuck in her fur. Whatever it was, it's gone, again. Possibly, it's a stress reaction. Yes, Nuit is still being a shit, why do you ask? So, for now, we're just watching. She still does her rocket-propelled routine, which is enchanting, especially now that she has some real mass to move around at high speeds. The other day, I saw what might have been the tail-end of her romping with Ninja. Ninja, of late, has been making carefully friendly overtures to her. So, that's hopeful. (Nuit, pay attention to your brother.)

Naomi...isn't eating much. She's down to 7 pounds, which means she's lost a half a pound. She will be very enthusiastic about a food in the morning, and then decide that it's absolutely disgusting that evening. We keep on buying new and different types of canned food. Her interest in the actual kidney food, the stuff she really should eat...I'm not sure negative numbers go that high.

I want to just mention that Pamela has been so wonderful to me and my poor, sick cat. She feeds (or attempts to feed) Naomi at least once a day, frequently more often. This would be much harder without her help.

So, Friday, cats, and mimosas. What more could you want? Well, other than fewer dead people, I mean.