Listening to the Voices in My Head

No more eyestrain, too. Also, no more either tilting my head or closing one eye when editing photographs, or watching a movie with one eye closed.

The 'kittens' can no longer really be called kittens. Drax is pretty close to the size of Loki already. Groo-Bear is still a bit flighty, but he has been actually coming into my office, beg for petting, or brushing or some treats. Drax sneaks into the bedroom every night for cuddles and scritches before I go to sleep. And even after I'm asleep. Wing has told me he sees Drax dashing back in. If only we could trust Trance.

Just when I thought it was safe to go into the water...  I woke up one morning with zero nerve pain. I had two glorious days of being able to walk as close to normal as normal can be.   Then, the cold, rainy, damp weather arrived. Now, I don't have nerve pain, but I do have arthritis. My knee sounds like broken glass and Rice Krispies grinding together.  Can we say ow?  I hate taking that first step after walking up in the morning. It's a gamble on how much it's going to hurt.  Let's just say results may vary.  I use a cane walking around, and that fekking knee brace if I'm going out and about to stop side to side movement.

We adopted to former stray kittens from Perth Rescue Angels. They had been dumped off behind a senior living center, and bless them, they made sure the little mites were fed, but they didn't have human socialization. They stayed 3 months with a foster carers, Jodi and David. With lots of patients, and creamy treats, they knocked most of the rough edges from the little moggies, Drax and Groot.  We've had them for 5 months, and they are becoming two of the most loveydovey furbabies.



Onward.

Wing and I celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary. Pretty good since someone he introduced me to said it wouldn't last a year. Technically they were right. It was a year and 20.  On an aside, they've been divorced a few years now.

Loki gave us a scare. Turn out he is asthmatic, a seasonal asthmatic. And like me, he uses an inhaler. But unlike me, we have to hold a small mask over his muzzle until he takes 10 breaths.  Have to say, he fought us about it, but no more bronchial coughing. Vets have all said for a 14 going on 15 yr old cat, he is in amazing condition. Ears, eyes, teeth, lungs, heart, body condition of a 10 yr old cat.

I'm still seeing a counselor. Oh yeah, 'Holiday Season' coming up. oh yay.

Guess that's about it for now.  Have to remember to use my weblogs more often.