The most important news is that during our Arizona trip last week, I got emails saying that Edda’s adult service snafus got cleared up and she was good to go back to her day program. And on Monday she went! We are all much happier with this little daily outing and grateful that it took only about a month to clear up. Hooray for small victories. (Edda’s bus below:)
Also on Monday, I managed to break my toe (I think) doing the thing I always do to break my toes which is that I dropped a weight on it while I was weightlifting (only 5 pounds). The last time I did this was the day the pandemic was declared in March of 2020. That time it was like 20 pounds and I couldn’t sleep the pain was so bad, but I also didn’t want to go to the hospital because…pandemic. Anyways, the only thing the hospital did that was helpful was to give me some painkillers, and this time I didn’t need it and so…here it is, undoctored and just waiting until it fixes itself. I’m bummed to take a few weeks off of running in the most beautiful running weather, but I switched to swimming and met up with Claudinna at the pool who is a dedicated swimmer and so I have more incentive to stay at the pool longer because swimming is so much trouble and harder than running.
And….look. Zeke is back. So this cat now has three names that people are calling him – Zeke, Rupert and Chicken. Anyways, I knew this when I gave him away – Chicken is a very vocal cat. Especially at night when us humans tend to not be vocal and really don’t want anyone else to be vocal. But I was hoping at the new house, he’d settle down… but no, he did not. I was texting Christine, our tenant in the basement, that Chicken is 95% awesome and 5% intolerable. And you can just tell, Chicken wants so much to be an outdoor cat. He spends his time at windows meowing as if you are torturing him by keeping him inside. Anyways, I got a text from the person I gave the cat to that Zeke wasn’t working out and I kind of knew that this was the 2nd or 3rd home he was being kicked out of and then I called all my kitty lovers and asked if they were going to shame/judge me by keeping Rupert as mostly an outdoor cat (he’s fixed, so no baby kittens in his future). And then I agonized a bit over Zeke. Because I love Chicken, he’s adorable. He’s like my toxic cat lover who I love but can’t really live with. He doesn’t have a job and just always asks me to make him food and a bit ungrateful, but then snuggles and lets me pick him up and is so soft. Anyways he’s back and I found yet another home for him (not mine) and it’s gonna be great. Or it’s not and he’s gonna come back.
Within 5 minutes of him being home, he jumped into my plants. And then we moved the plant further away from possible launching sites and then he figured out again how to get into the plant. I’m sure now Elka is eating poop from the litter box.
