At 2 in the Afternoon
It’s been a week since George left our house for the last time. I’ve wanted to post something about it all week, but just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it… The house just feels so empty to me without him around — even if all he did recently was sit on the...
Preserving our Sanity
Before Gabe was born, we frequently had to cope with middle-of-the-night scratching at the door or incessant meowing from our two kitties begging to be fed. George is the scratcher and Bella the cryer. It seemed they would take turns at who got to be the annoying one. However, George is really the main offender;...
Diagnosis
So we opted to give George a chance at surgery, albeit a much less invasive type. We didn’t feel comfortable subjecting him to such a radical procedure, and the vet didn’t really recommend it. So last Thursday he removed the tumor (as much of it as he could see) and sent it off for biopsy....
Debbie Downer
So I should be feeling pretty good right now: I’m starting to get excited about having this baby, we find out the sex next week, and all the first trimester maladies have pretty much disappeared. Except I’m horribly depressed. Life had to throw an enormous wrench in everything. On Monday, I discovered a walnut sized...
Kitty Love
So I’m feeling sort of grumpy lately. And instead of complaining about all the things I COULD complain about (which turns out is quite a bit), I will take this opportunity to post some more pictures of my cats that I recently took with my new camera, because everyone is desperately interested in my pets....
Bella Sings
One morning while the contractor was working, he absentmindedly left the door from the kitchen to the garage open. I heard Bella crying, and realized she was in the garage, and since the garage door was open, she could have just taken off. I quickly shooed her back into the house and yelled at the...
Our Pets Are Pests
Groggy, and still grasping for the last few minutes of blessed sleep, I try to reposition myself but find it difficult with two big cats sitting on my feet, hogging the foot of the bed. I kick my legs to shoo them off. The morning ritual of obnoxious kitty behavior has begun. I roll over...
