For the technically-minded, this is the same photo but embedded from Flickr to show the slight difference in quality. The server at Flickr is more capable and presents images with more detail. Also WordPress tends to reprocess the images which removes a little bit of detail.
When I show these photographs of me and Gabriel I am painfully aware that I’m also showing people a bit of my apartment and how I live, which to some people may seem a bit strange. Perhaps it is a bit strange 😉 .
The reason why I am wearing a scarf in bed is to keep myself a little bit warmer during these chilly days.
Whenever I look at myself in photographs that I’ve taken of Gabriel, but in which I appear, I always look fatter than I think I am which says quite a lot about how I think about myself (dreaming!) 😉 . I’ve just been down to the gym on a rowing machine and I rowed hard for half an hour to get rid of some of that damn fat which I hate. I was raised on boarding school food so I like the wrong sort of food.
Gabriel is very cute in this photo. He asked to be in this exact position. he climbed up and plonked down. He watched me working on the computer from that position for a while. I typed the preceding article with him watching me. It slowed me down somewhat.
Once again the photo was taken blind. Fortunately he is centered nicely.
Howdy Dee –
‘Sid is yours. He winds around you because he’s either hungry for food or attention. It’s your obligation to provide both.’
Will gently resist that pronunciamento. Both are the neighbor’s obligation. I do not want this cat. My belief in reincarnation or an afterlife ranks with my faith in a Tooth Fairy, and right now I want the freedom to travel in the years (or days?) I have left. Not a lot – just a little – say, to California, my home state.
‘Secondly, I’m not sure here you live.’ (Forty miles north of the Oregon border.) ‘But if you have harsh winters, you need to keep him inside.’ (Am incapable of neglecting the cat. The temperature in this neck of the woods can get down to 18 F. for a few days, but averages 48+ – it’s much warmer today – during the winter. He has a huge, plastic doghouse elevated on sawhorses in the garage, piles of fleece blankets in his ‘Snuggy Loo,’ and a brand-new heating pat. ‘Make Clorox Cleaner your best friend.’ (He is 100 percent fastidious in using his litter box. The problem is that his rear gets clotted with dried poo, and he resists a gentle sponging off
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Many thank-you’s for the oatmeal advice! Have a cupboard full of organic oatmeal, will introduce a small, well-cooked spoonful into his dinner tonight and see if he’ll eat it. Greatly appreciate the suggestion!
To MB: Thx! Was up at library.
In a nutshell, Sylvia Ann…
Sid is yours. He winds around you because he’s either hungry for food or attention. It’s your obligation to provide both. I, fully, know the price of Forti-flora. Pretty outrageous.
But, I have another trick that helps also. Mixing Arrowroot, which is basically a gluten free flour, or cooked oatmeal (my preference) to wet food helps a lot to solidify stools and is highly nutritious. It, also, stretches the food and your budget. Oatmeal isn’t gaseous at all too.
Secondly, I’m not sure where you live. But, if you have harsh winters, you need to keep him inside. Make Clorox Cleanup you best friend. It’s mine.
Sylvia the reason why it was held for moderation is because you must have used a new email address or different name. It is the software.
Howdy Dee — Am up at library trying to retrieve a couple of e-mails. Am also in the grip of another massive stroke or something – CRIKEY. The garage door is on the blink again. As I said to Ruthie, I have never, never before lived in a neighborhood where I feel surrounded by criminals — but this is it. This is so it. I only wish I imagined something that isn’t so. Managed to get the ##** door shut by a backdoor maneuver, but —oh man. As I also said to her, I always feel that another shoe is ready to drop – and the shoes around here belong to a blithering centipede. Don’t dare leave my car out in the driveway. Gotta get the door to work!!
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Yes — I KNOW this stuff is supposed to be a great product, and you say it’s worked for your nice little man. Again, don’t know what Sid has — and I’m also appalled at the expense of this supplement, but he’s crazy for the flavor, so I’ll keep giving it to him. But OMG – the flatulence!!
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As I also banged out in a letter to Ruthie, I’m stupefied with admiration for the PoC-ites and the vast sums of money and time they devote to their multiple cats. Not sure, but would guess you have a fair bunch of kitty-wees. The whole lot of you occupies the opposite end of the spectrum from the characters in my neighborhood.
As for Sid – he’s just about done me in. Am trying to acclimate him to an indoor life, but he’s stupid as heck. His fault? Of course not. He’s never been in a house in his life – he’s been nothing but systematically ignored.
Wish you could have seen him when he first showed up at my door — he was a furry skeleton and now he’s about 13 lbs. Be that as it may,last night I played with him – that is, with little Ethel’s pull-toy – and brushed him for half an hour, which he enjoyed. But he’s restless and fidgety. And as I described to Ruth — he doesn’t let me MOVE — he doesn’t let me set one foot in front of the other and walk anywhere. He just twines himself around my ankles….poor man.
But will keep giving the Fortissimo-Floral powder to him and hope for the best.
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Have a great TG! I wrote to R. to ask her advice on how to weasel out of a friend’s invitation tomorrow. Can’t show up empty-handed, so will have to blow twenty bucks on a bottle of wine or a bouquet. Would love just to stay home, stoke the woodstove and whip out the latest nonsense by Dean Koontz, that potato-chip writer, if ever there was one. But like the chips, who in Sam Hill can put him down?
Over and out.
ps Good for you. Don’t know why, but every one of the women in my family were just about old enough to be their husbands’ mothers. They all got along like peas in a pod. And yes — men are physically stronger than women – which is why women’s self-defense ‘karate classes’ are a flaming farce, in my humble opinion. Yet the men drop like flies, while the women outlive them by 20 years. Besides, what’s sauce for the gander, etc. Some of the Hollywood stars, as you’ve noticed, have boyfriends young enough to be their grandsons.
And yes – you’re right! What has any of this to do with CATS? Need to shape up here!
P.S. Geezers need not apply!