2/10/11 – Thursday

The Goathouse Refuge has received a very generous offer for a matching grant if they can raise $10,000 by the end of March. Please donate if you can, and spread the word. Facebook, email, tweet, or even phone — however you can get the word out! Check it out here! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading “2/10/11 – Thursday”

The Goathouse Refuge has received a very generous offer for a matching grant if they can raise $10,000 by the end of March.

Please donate if you can, and spread the word. Facebook, email, tweet, or even phone — however you can get the word out!

Check it out here!

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Yesterday was apparently my heavy lifting day. I went up into town and stocked up on bird seed, and then I stocked up on Diet Coke, and then I stocked up on cat food. That won’t get us all the way through the next six weeks ’til I can lift all that heavy stuff again, but it should buy us a few weeks.

Every time I go in for surgery or am going to Maine (or Pennsylvania), I get into this kind of obsessive mindset and decide that there’s one thing that I ABSOLUTELY MUST HAVE RIGHT NOW.

This time around, that one thing was a travel pillow – you know, those u-shaped pillows that support your head when you’re sleeping upright? Well, I’ll be sleeping in the recliner for at least a while, so I absolutely HAD TO HAVE one of those pillows. Tuesday when I was on my way home from the recycling center, I stopped by Walmart to see if they had any. They had one, a memory foam pillow, but it was in a box I couldn’t open without breaking the tape, and I wanted to try it on for size and make sure it wouldn’t be too tight around my neck or bother my ears or anything.

(I’m going to have incisions around my ears, and I imagine that having a pillow squeeze on those would be annoyingly painful.)

Yesterday, I ran to Kohl’s to see if THEY had one of those pillows. They’re renovating the store, so I wandered around the pillow section for a while. I had just decided they didn’t have any of the travel pillows and was about to walk out the door when it hit me that – dur – I should maybe look in the section with the suitcases and such. I did, and they did have a couple, so I bought one.

NOW what’m I gonna obsess about ’til tomorrow morning?

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Okay, so, the story on Reacher.

First, I have to tell you a sad back story. Do you remember Maura? We had her about a year ago, got her while I was recovering from my hysterectomy. We thought she was pregnant, but as it turned out, she was never pregnant, was just a bit tubby and enjoying the attention and extra food she was getting from we morons who thought for sure she was going to drop those babies ANY moment.

Kathy adopted Maura in May and took her home to Birmingham. Maura settled in quickly, and things were going just fine (Maura was a total lovebug). And then, sadly, Maura passed away unexpectedly while I was in Maine last July. I got the email from Kathy while I was in Maine, and I intended to write about her when I got home, but I never did.

So that is very sad news, but it does lead to good news: Kathy and her husband decided that they were ready to adopt again, and I suggested Reacher because I fully believe that once he’s past his fear of being in a new home, he will reveal his sweet loving nature – like I’ve told Kathy repeatedly, Reacher is a lover of people AND cats; not surprising, since he’s grown up in this house where kittens come and go regularly. Kathy has a boy cat, Beau, who needs a friend, and I think that once things have settled down they’ll end up the best of friends.

And, of course, if for any reason it doesn’t work out, Reacher will always have a home with us.

The good thing about this, of course, is that I can harass Kathy for updates on how Reacher’s doing! And you know I’ll be sure to pass it along to y’all.

Kathy arrived around 7:30 last night to pick up Reacher. As soon as she stepped through the door, Reacher vamoosed. I sent Fred upstairs with the carrier to get him while Kathy signed the adoption papers. We talked for a few moments, and in that time Reacher went from trying to dig his way out of the carrier to laying down and looking fairly relaxed.

I missed him as soon as he was gone, but I know he’s going to a great home and I think he’s going to be very happy.

I snapped a few last pictures of him, of course.

A last snuggle with the princess.

Tommy makes sure he’s spiffied up for his new mom.

Snuggling with Tom.

And an absolutely terrible picture I snapped, right before they left.

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And then there was one (Bookworm). Corbie wonders if this means he gets Reacher’s snackin’?

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Princess Alice of Smugonia, hoggin’ the Permanent Residents section of the posts. Smugly.

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2009: Usually, Fred’s Ross and I’m Chandler. Or Joey. Except that I’m kinda ditzy like Phoebe. I am an amalgam of Friends characters!
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Unless maybe it’s a magic leotard and the source of all her powers?
2005: “Life’s too fucking short to read books that suck.”
2004: Damn you, DVR! I WANT to love you, but you’re toying with my emotions!
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: I’m not sure what effect, if any, it had on her.