for several weeks now...I've been an early riser...
[for me, these days, anyway....]
the alarm goes off at 7 or 7:30 AM...everyday but Saturday...
[hey...I was at school before 7 AM for 20+ years...
on an average 5-6 hours sleep...I think I deserve to rest now...]
and I'm up...
feeding the animals, tending their needs...
moving my car, etc... before the workmen arrive...
[invading my life...cluttering my personal space...
they're nice guys, but I need solitude...I get exhausted without it...]
so today, I woke up at 7:22 AM...when sweet Piglet...
bounced onto my dislocated finger, which had been "quiet", all night...
after I could focus my eyes again & the throbbing subsided...
I got up to go to the bathroom...
let Molly out in the back yard...
and feed the hungry kitties...
watching them gobble, sniffle [several are sporting kitty colds...]
and growl [Lucyfur still has issues with her recent incarceration...]
I was encouraged by watching Frick eat heartily...
I returned to the bedroom, fed Piglet & Fluff...
set the alarm for 9 AM [FFers for brunch at 10...]
and proceeded to read the Morning Office...
I heard Piglet eating noisily, [a second helping...]
and later saw her sitting in the corner, under the cat bed/perch...
I asked her if she was OK...
she hopped out...and began to barf all over my feet[slippers]...
my good black shoes...the floor...
and the clothes I was planning to wear...
[not hairballs...all cat food...]
she then vaulted, still barfing, landing on my unmade bed...
barfing on my open BCP...
[the prayer of Thanksgiving at the end of Morning Prayers...
gives one pause, doesn't it ?]
as I shooed her off the bed....
leaving puddles of barf on my flannel sheets...
I could visualize my extra hour & a half of sleep...
just disappearing, like the cat barf, sinking into the flannel...
since I was pretty much done with the morning office...
I cleaned the BCP pages with paper towel...
and put a clean tissue under the damp page...
leaving it open to dry out...
then, armed with paper towel...
cleaned off the bed...[flannels AND comforter...]
the floor...my slippers [and my feet...] my good shoes...
etc... etc... etc...
then, I just turned off the alarm...
sigh...
2 comments:
Poor you, poor finger, poor kitty, poor everybody! I hope she didn't catch something during her "incarceration". Then again, Molly has been know to gulp her food too fast and then barf it up looking pretty much the same as it went in, just because she overloaded her stomach, so hopefully it's nothing more than that. The "sniffles" sounds worrisome. Are they OK?
...fortunately, I keep Clavamox[kitty amoxicillin] in it's stable dry form on hand...so I mixed it up and have been "dosing" any cat who sneezes, coughs or has a gooey eye...
Frick has bounced back quickly, as has Thomas... Mattie is still sniffling...and Fluff is getting salve in her eye...[her only complaint was runny eye...]
Creamer also now seems to have the runs...she was fine when she first came home...sigh...
it's NOT surprising to me that they would pick up a virus at the vets...
there are sick kitties there...
they'll be fine...especially after a few more days of "home cookin"...
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