Post 1529: The “mice” will play! Hee! Hee!

Andy practices “nonchalance”, pretending to be more interested in the scene outside.

Dougy is more overt. Hanging out with me while I wait for the ride, he paces, walks under my legs, looks out the door. “Andy, he hasn’t left yet. Knock off that racket in the other room. Shh! Shhh!”

I know the kitty boys don’t just sleep while I’m gone. They have a kitty boy party!

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Still waiting for news that Black Beauty, my little VW Golf Sportwagen, is repaired.

In happier days…!

I’ve had two telephone visits with AAA, one from Omaha, the other from Chicago. The two phone calls established that my bias about the need for local agents is correct.

Neither of the two agents understood that there aren’t a lot of services easily arranged for in this part of the USA, that the two major rental car companies they require you to use to get the use of the rental car benefit aren’t always available or only well beyond one’s ability to get to, and other logistical problems. 

I hope I get Black Beauty back before the snow flies!

For the time being, I’m relying on my friend Judy for rides to dialysis. Today (“yesterday” when this blog was written), she’s helping me again by driving the kitty boys to the groomers. She’s also driving me to the veterinarian clinic to buy more dry kitty food since I’m pretty much down to a day or two of running out.

I hope tomorrow’s blog will show you newly shorn smoke Persian kitties! You may not like the look, but they will be happy not to have to maintain that thick fur. I will not miss the endless hairballs and clumps of kitty fur everywhere!

 

 

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Post 1530: sheep may safely graze…

I used my “Dougy” mug with my midday meal. 

 

I missed my kitty boys. I knew it would take longer than usual to cut their hair, and that the groomers might have to take more hair off to get to the cats beneath the mats. 

I had their food ready and their fountain topped off.

 

It was a hectic afternoon, with a call to the car dealer to find out if they’d heard anything from the insurance people on this, the second week anniversary of my accident in South Dakota. They had but still are waiting for the authority to begin repairs (i.e. money). (I will change my insurance company after this fiasco, I think.)

A call from a friend when I was trying to get the kitty boys ready to go…. I asked him to call back. I’d waited months to get the kitty boys in for their grooming session, and I didn’t want anything interfering with the process! 

Dougy joined Andy after a pit stop in the bathroom.

 

The ride was late (she had her problem to work through), but we still managed to get the kitty boys to the groomers in plenty of time.

More calls, more changes in arrangements for transportation. I’m retired! I had a minor meltdown, then things sort themselves out.

Then Andy ran off to take a kitty bath and Dougy finished his chicken pâté before getting a drink.

 

Finally, the kitty boys were ready to come home. Andy got bored and uncooperative (as he usually does), so has fur leggings that his brother doesn’t have. I don’t care. I don’t care! They look wonderful to me, and they will be much more comfortable without all those mats! Dougy has some bald spots because of the extreme mats. It’ll grow back! I don’t care! I don’t care. I have my kitties back!

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When I am stressed out, J.S. Bach always works to bring me back to earth. Here’s one I love and used for the purpose. Simple, moving, beautiful. Enjoy!