I got called for jury duty, but they called me today and excused me.
My wife, Red, spends most of her time sleeping, and I help her to her chair where she watches TV, but she has a lot of trouble working the remote control, so I have to change the channels for her.
Icy is about as bad: she can barely walk from one room to another and has to stop and rest after about three or four steps. I have to lift her down the one step to go outside or if she tries by herself she falls flat on her face. She poops and pees on the carpet in the living room and I have to keep a portable shampooer handy. We will need a new carpet anyway after she is gone, the carpet is about 25 years old.I think Icy will be 16.
I downloaded the free Kindle software for Windows PC's which is sort of like pdf's but I like it a lot better and you can bookmark the sentence you are on so the next time it is turned on, there it is. I can make the print big on my 25 inch monitor so I can see it. I can't read books, the lines blur and jump all over the place.
I also like to make virtual models and create videos and now have a music maker that lets me compose sound or music or noise in sync with the video. It's sort of like a jig-saw puzzle, you know, where you have hundreds of small pieces and have to fit them together to make a picture. Well, they have hundreds of small pieces of recorded music, mostly about two bars each and you can take them and try to make your remix sound like the original song they came from, or you can just take bars of various instruments and create your own little tune or background music.
I filled up dozens of half-gallon cleaned-out milk containers with water because it is getting cold this week and our water freezes when it gets down to 15 F. The pipe is in such a tight awkward place, I can't get to it to insulate it unless I pull up the floor boards.
I have to wash clothes in the bathtub because the washer went out, but usually I just throw Red's pants away and go to a used clothing store because she poops all over herself and it gets gross and disgusting. She will be 72 in Feb.
A black kitten came in the house and has adopted us. I think it belongs to the people next door. It is solid black and really friendly. Someone handled it a lot. There are about three others that come in the yard, but they won't come near me. This one won't stay out of my lap and I almost trip over it because it follows me right at my feet.
This is the "stuff aura" of the woman across the street. Whenever we would go up to visit her, it was all her personal things and furniture we also saw around her and associated with her. She was in her thirties, and bought a morphine patch from a drug dealer which killed her. And now, seeing all this stuff on the curb to be hauled away reminds us of what happens to our personal possessions or "aura" after our body is put away.
The black kitten was just part of a litter from the cat next door. I don't know why she brought them over to our garage, but I gave them a treat and then she took them back over to their original home. They might have gotten scared because I saw a possum over there. Don't know if possums or opossums harm cats or kittens, but when I lived on a farm I saw where they killed chickens and ginny fowl.
I stepped outside this morning and saw a small kitten come out of our garage. It is just a few weeks or a month old. The color or marking is very similar to the turtle-shell kitten we had about a year ago.
When I told Kitty-kitty that it was time to post a Rabbit Rabbit post for good luck at the start of the new month, he got excited and said he wanted to be in the post for good luck. He then held his front paws out and hopped like a rabbit!
We've been trying to learn computer animation or anime with our blog about Patty Lamb, her nickname Lammy. Starting Saturday, the first, we will start posting the one and two minute video posts we have made to continue her story. Her evil nemesis, Professor Snewgflo has programmed her brain so she would be ugly like the other zombies and will have to go to him and love him so he will change her back into a pretty zombie. This short video is just a collection of clips taken from the upcoming posts.
And I thought the new little kitten that came to our house was pregnant. But I guess it is just fat in the belly or it was baby fat. Bootsy is still gone and this little tom-cat is just like him: it likes to roam all night, and sometimes stays gone for a couple days before coming back home. It is very lovable and when I lay down, it likes to rub and push back and forth with its paws on my neck veins. It feels pretty good except those sharp claws scrape even when retracted, but it doesn't leave any marks.
I feel so uneasy since there has been so much news about so many famous people dying, and the girl across the street died. She was in her thirties. A friendly neighborhood drug dealer sold her some morphine patches and she used them and took other stuff and it killed her. Knowing someone personally who died makes the news on TV much more real. And being old and my wife even older and sickly, well, it's kind of scary to say the least. Makes me feel like that little rabbit knowing the big Reaper could come for me any time.
I don't know how old a cat has to be to become pregnant or how old our kitty is, but it is about the size of Bootsy's mother (Mama Noname) when she had her litter. This kitty acts like Noname: she constantly follows me around and meows and wants to be rubbed and petted all the time. And her belly is big. But it might just be fat.
Bootsy helped Icy get over the grief of losing her daddy Dusty. Whenever Bootsy would come in the house, he would kiss Icy on the nose and rub back and forth several times the length of her body. The kitten plays with Icy once in a while, but Icy doesn't like it pulling her hair.
It has been several days since Bootsy has been here. He is a year old and roams a lot of a night, but he always came home in the day. The new kitten almost got killed yesterday when she started following me to the store and I crossed a busy four lane highway only to see the kitten following me. I snatched it up and took it back home and locked it in the house while I went out.
Another kitten has wandered into our house, and refuses to leave. It looks to be just a couple months old and has taken up with Bootsy, and has become tolerant of Icy. But it is a female. We have no idea where it came from.
The yellow calico cat next door that we called Bootsy's girlfriend had five kittens, but three died at birth. These are the other two. Our neighbor said the others were black and she doesn't think they belong to Bootsy. But this black one has white feet like Bootsy, so he just might be the father.
Icy used to love to have her picture taken, but since she has gotten older, she jerks her head back every time we try to get a shot. It's like some people would do when you go to take a picture of them when they'd say, "Don't take my picture!" I guess Icy is just getting old and contrary. We've been taking pictures of her for blogs for almost twelve years now.
Actonbell said in the comments of the previous post: "Cats don't much care about walking on established pathways, anyway." Well, Bootsy just wanted to show that cats like to do the opposite of what a human says or expects them to do! .