Post 1036: “Rawr….!”

Periodically the beasts among us show their true colors…!

> stomp! stomp! stomp! <

> Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! <

> stomp! stomp! stomp! <

> RAWR! <

Never mind! It's just a kitty cat!

Never mind! It’s just a kitty cat!

Happy Birthday Anna

Not only did Mr. Bowie the Belgian cat have a birthday today, so did another favorite Internet cat, Anna, one of the Oldcat household. Rhea and Davout, two other beautiful cats make up the rest.

Both this blog and Mr. Bowie’s are great fun to follow if you enjoy cats!

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One of my favorite Internet cats had a birthday! Happy Birthday, Mr. Bowie!

Post 1035: To Scottsbluff for port maintenance…

Dialysis is pleasant enough, but the port used till the dialysis fistula matures is a pain. Mine needs a “tune-up”, which I have to go to Scottsbluff, 57 miles away, this morning. The surgeon will give me a local block. I don’t think they will knock me completely out unless they replace it. I wanted to drive my new car down, but they told me they’d do the procedure without pain-killer if I did….! (A pretty effective way to getting me to do what they want!)

Could have been worse, though. If the port had failed to work at all, the hospital here would have sent me to Scottsbluff by ambulance since it would have been a medical emergency instead of just a pain in the butt slow drawing port.

On the kitty front, both Andy and Dougy woke me up hours before the crack of dawn. Andy stared at me. Dougy kneaded me and purred in great contentment. I skritched Andy’s chin like he likes it and pet Dougy from nose to tail the way he likes it. What else could I do? They held me captive in my own bed!

Well, Andy's no more suspicious than usual. Trust me!

Peek-a-boo! Andy sees me!

The emperor...!

Dougy will fill his boxes!

Post 1034: A one-eyed cat waves at you…!

Andy just stopped by to take a cat bath.

...or to keep an eye on me in case I plan to put out kitty treats.

…or to keep an eye on me in case I plan to put out kitty treats.

While Dougy watches me from afar.

While Dougy watches me from afar.

Post 1033: Andy enjoys a good nose scritching!

If there is one thing the boys really like, it has to be nose scritching! Persian pug noses are out of reach to kitty paws, so they really, really, really appreciate a little human intervention here.51516 andy nose scritch 2
Oh yeah!  

Post 1032: running of the “bulls” at Pawploma…

The boys’ groomer always tells me they behaved well at their spa days. That doesn’t mean they aren’t ready to come home when the time comes, though.

I hear Dougy whining about being in the carrier the minute he realizes I’m at the groomer’s to pick them up. He pretty much keeps his protest up till we get home, which, fortunately, is just a couple blocks away. Then the real show begins!

I set the carrier down on the kitchen floor, facing toward the kitty food and kitty fountain, then open the door….! Yes, both kitties crash out in the running of the “bulls” at Pawploma! Don’t stand in front of the carrier at that moment because you will be trampled! (And clawed, I fear!) Dougy and Andy can take just so much pampering before they want the comforts of home again, food, water.

Dougy hits the fountain, while Andy hits the kitty food.

Dougy hits the fountain, while Andy hits the kitty food.

Hydated, Dougy's ready to bump Andy off the kitty food.

Hydrated, Dougy’s ready to bump Andy off the kitty food.

 

Oh no! They will share the kitty food station!

Oh no! They will share the kitty food station!

 

Post 1031: low blood pressure…

There seems to be no end of icky things the body can fall prey to, and I seem to glom onto the oddest of them. Yesterday, I was feeling the effects of low blood pressure: a bit of dizziness, weakness, that feeling I get before fainting. It came on while I was waiting to be hooked up for dialysis. I mentioned it to the nurse, who took my blood pressure reading and verified I was outside “normal”.

They have a prescription medication for me at dialysis for low blood pressure, which is good because they won’t let me leave at the end of treatment if my blood pressure is lower than 90/60, which it was three times before I got to leave yesterday. I tell you this so you understand why I didn’t post yesterday: With low blood pressure, I felt much better stretched out on my bed than in any other position, so I took a rest.

My pretty boy Andy!

My pretty boy Andy!

My kitties, of course, came to my bedroom and kept me entertained until I conked out. Andy dozed on my walker, and Dougy walked on me, stopping to knead me from spot to spot. Cats!

Today is “spa day” for the boys. Given my light-headedness from yesterday — I feel a touch of weakness today, too — I was concerned I might not be able to catch the cats to put  them in the carrier.

Dougy poses nicely for thius profile shot.

Dougy poses nicely for this profile shot.

My fears were unnecessary! Dougy walked up to me at the computer, and I reached down and picked him up. No problem! Andy was on a favorite box perch in the kitchen. I walked up to him, reached down and picked him up. Again, no problem! I had the boys in the carrier all within two or three minutes. I got them to the groomer fifteen minutes early.

Post 1030: Dougy resists “lovin'”…

Dougy is all over me most of the day. He’s very affectionate and likes me to pet, scratch, scritch, play with, and generally give him lots of attention. So, when I pick him up, you’d expect Dougy to be in kitty heaven! 

Nope! Dougy gets upset because he doesn’t like to be held.

Barely restrained, Dougy gets his photo taken.

Barely restrained, Dougy gets his photo taken. He is NOT happy!!!

Andy's the same way, but he does like me to scritch his chin and ears...from afar!

Andy’s the same way, but he does like me to scritch his chin and ears…from afar!

Post 1029: quenching my thirst for a new car…

I like my Chevrolet Impala. It’s a big American highway cruiser of a car, though it gets the same mileage per gallon as my first car, a 1970 VW Beetle. At 32 MPG highway, this full-sized Chevrolet demonstrates just how improved cars are since 1970! It has a 3.5 liter V6 engine in it at that, and is pretty zippy.

The only reason I can think of to trade my Chevy is it is approaching its seventh anniversary since I bought it new in 2009. My Chevy [below] is in good shape, and I still like driving it. It’s a comfortable car.
001Seven years isn’t a long time for me to keep a car. The Chrysler LeBaron coupe I bought new in 1992 served me for 13 years before I sold it to my next door neighbor, who had it detailed and replaced all rubber parts. He still drives it. I think he even had it repainted. I liked that Chrysler a lot.

So what brought on new car fever? A ride in my neighbor’s car last Monday. His 2013 Ford Taurus sedan was quiet, comfortable, loaded to the gills with cool bells and whistles, and my neighbor was on the verge of trading it for a new Ford SUV. My first thought was I’d like to try to buy his Taurus. Then I thought more about why I would trade a perfectly decent 2009 Chevrolet Impala just now.

That lead me to check out other brands and styles of cars. I landed on a 2016 VW Golf Sportwagen [sic] S I found available (perhaps) in Rapid City, 151 (243 kilometers) miles away.

I'm looking at a black one.

I’m looking at a black one.

Positive qualities:  1. This station wagon is not butt ugly like every SUV I’ve ever seen; 2. Price is reasonable for a new car; 3. Lots of good bells and whistle features, including most (perhaps all) of the ones I like on my Chevrolet; 4. Gets a bit better mileage than my Chevrolet; 5. Lower lift height to put my walker or cats’ carrier in cargo area than either the back seat or trunk of my Chevrolet; 6. Seven model years newer than my Chevrolet (Can this be my last car? I thought the Chevy would be.); 7. Had a VW Rabbit I bought new in 1975, so am familiar with the basic idea of this car.

Negative qualities: 1. The closest dealer is 151 miles away and the Chevrolet can be serviced in town or in Scottsbluff (less than an hour away); 2. I’ll have to sell some stock to pay for that part not covered by the trade in value of the Chevrolet; 3. My favorite bells and whistles on the Chevrolet are daylight running lights and headlights that automatically come on when sensors determine it’s dark, something I don’t think this VW has (A black car especially benefits from daylight running lights…!); 4. The difference in mileage may come at the expense of zip on the highway. (It’s turbo charged, but that might also be a complication for maintenance down the line.); 5. Is the cargo area big enough for both a walker and the cat carrier? (The Chevrolet has a huge back seat and a cavernous trunk.); 6. A new car has more value than my seven-year-old Chevy, which means taxes and insurance costs in Nebraska will be higher if I buy the VW; 7. That  1975 Rabbit was a fun car to drive, but it was, to be blunt, a piece of shit that required at least one or two trips to Rapid City a month for service to fix something. (Will the latest iteration of the concept — now called Golf in America, too, to distance the car from the earlier VW Rabbit — be more reliable?)

Lower lift height than a sedan trunk.

Lower lift height than a sedan trunk or back seat.

I left notice with the dealer that I was a prospect for this black car. If it is still in inventory and isn’t spoken for by someone else, I may be in a new car within a short time. Mostly, it depends on trade in value given me for a car that is very low mileage for a car driven in mid America. Even though it was a “program car” with a few miles short of 14,000 miles on it when I bought it, it only has 32,500 miles on it seven years later. A typical American car might have 10,000 to 15,000 new miles a year on it. Mine, by comparison, is relatively virgin.

Stay tuned. I will talk with the sales department after it opens at 8 AM. Will I be in a new car or will stick with my old Chevrolet? I don’t know.


[I take delivery of the new VW next Monday morning….! I took care of some of the details this morning when I drove up to Rapid City, and will finish the rest next Monday when I give them the money for the car and hand over my Chevrolet to them.]