…are exploring the architecture. Frequent e-mails, and substance is happening as she and I figure out what we want to do and where we need to put it to have that happen. I don’t think you can see much of it yet, but there is stuff happening behind the curtain.
We’re enjoying our second summer this summer: it’s warmed back up, and the fish are eating like mad. I was saying to Jane this morning that this is the first time in my entire life I’m going to regret seeing the freeze and snowfall, because we are living in the back yard so much, and we will miss our patio breakfasts and our fishes.
Just a year ago we were breakfasting above a 20×12 dust-pit and joking: “Look, there goes a fish!”
Now they’re there, and we so hope little Rukia makes it through the winter. She’s our smallest: she has short fins, and is shy, a black-and-white who is acquiring a pattern of polka-dots down her sides and on her head. Cute little beggar. But she’s only a quarter the size of, say, Kenpachi.
Poor Ysabel seems to have sprained her left ‘ankle’. She’s been limping for two days, but I can’t feel any heat or dislocation, so I think she must have caught a claw in the carpet. We have to clip them, and I think we waited a day too long. She seems to be getting better, but whenever she rests for a while on that side she limps quite heavily for a while. I don’t let her jump: but she does anyway, getting off things when I’m not fast enough. So apparently it’s sore, but not broken. If this doesn’t clear up soon, I’ll have her in to the vet for an x-ray, but I am encouraged that occasionally she forgets to limp.
Our cat Py had a back leg limp a few years back that we suspected had been inflicted by her much larger brother. The vet thought it was inflamed and that rest would take care of it, as in time it did. Do Ysabel and Efanor squabble?
Ohhhh, yes. Efanor weighs twice what she does, and his favorite game is ‘piledriver leap’. Our kitties are getting older: Ysabel is about 10—and we try to discourage this. She’s such a stick and almost never plays, while he is into everything in hopes of cat toys. Two very different personalities.
But everything IS a cat toy, surely! One of our two new ones, although they are a year old now, believes this as gospel. Everything, bar none, is a cat toy. I admire the imagination that drives this belief.
Poor Ysabel! The toe/claw being the culprit would sure make sense. But I had to laugh about your mentioned that there are times she forgets to limp. One friend swore her cat would limp just to get attention. She’s be all gimpy around the living room, would be exclaimed over [poor kitty, are you okay?] and petted and fussed with for 10 minutes or so and then she would jump up and trot over to the food bowl and yowl. But dang, you have to check in case it really is something! Fingers crossed she’s feeling better soon.
Our library Kitteh, Junior, somehow managed to get a nice big bruise on one leg, which caused him to limp for almost a month. The vet had to shave the fur to find the bruise, and he is substantially Maine Coon, so he looked very undignified for a while.
Emily & Kate send their felicitations to Ysabel for a speedy recovery, and to Rukia to gain weight.
(OSG here. I haven’t told Emily & Kate they have their own vet appts on Friday for well-cat checks and immunizations. Shhhhh!)
Birdie and Sydney send their felicitations to Ysabel, also. I saw Sydney do a 2 foot vertical leap on all fours to jump over Birdie this morning. Unfortunately, I didn’t see how/where she landed, because the foot of the bed hid her. Birdie just sat there as if to say, “You did this to me, I’m plotting your revenge.”
I have no idea how to get food to Ruka without the other fishes grabbing it away from her, but hope she does gain. I’ll gladly give her some of my weight, if it’ll help.
Ysabel graciously accepts the sentiments and gives a chin rub.
She is limping less obviously today.
Friendly Kitty and Kiki send all good wishes for renewed healthy jumping. Aloysius, who was rescued from a dumpster with an infected toe says, “I share your pain, but remember, treats come to those who limp!”
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And now a really sad note from Lynn:
“Note to self: do NOT get your seasonal flu shot less than a week after coming down with (but apparently recovering from) H1N1.”
How is Ysabel today?
Emily & Kate are inquiring.
As for Lynn: please tell her I still have 28,400 surgical masks stockpiled. Just in case.
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Her Furry Grace is markedly improved today. She limps when she wants the food bowl filled, but otherwise limps very little, and she almost bit me when I ended her brushing session sooner than she wished. That’s much more normal.
I should have obtained a couple of those masks for the flight home from Vancouver. Right on schedule, allowing a suitable time for incubation, I developed a miserable cold. (But the vacation–flight to Toronto, train to Vancouver, time in both cities–was wonderful and worth it, especially since I didn’t get sick during the time away!)
envy,envy,envy. I have always wanted to do that! Been to the Canadian Rockies so many times, starting when I was 6, and always figured seeing it by train would be glorious! Good for you!
Almost bit you? Ysabel sounds as if she has returned not just to “almost normal”, but the pink of health.
She is predictibly taking revenge for all the indignities visited upon her by the universe, and is ceasing to be pitiful. Now she wants *vengeance!*