28Feb25: end of the day…

27Feb25: “My lunch, Andy!”

He saw me carrying my lunch into the front room.

Andy was pretty sure there was something of interest on my plate.

Finally! I got it over to the end table without dumping it.

Yeah, thanks to Andy. I couldn’t set it down on the ottoman first.

Andy watched me very closely while I sat down and transferred my lunch to the lapboard.

Of course! I knew he’d watch me. I eventually started to eat, but it took a handful of Greenies on the ottoman lapboard to distract Andy.

26Feb25: Andy just wants to…

Well, he snoozed again after being awake for a moment.

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I thought I had a post ready. Sorry for a late posting! I’m OK, but I fell asleep yesterday afternoon before doing my blog and woke up after I would have posted it. To top it off, I got up, saw it was only 1:30, realized it was Wednesday, decided I should take advantage of it being a day off from dialysis, and I went back to bed! Anyway, here it is, such as it is.

25Feb25: Andy wants some…

He doesn’t know that I have to make sure the new refrigerator is cold enough to store his wet food after I open it.

It’s just about there, Andy!

Yeah! Andy hopped up on the cat tree first thing to get the massage he regards as the morning ritual we don’t forget.

The head and ears get special attention.

I laugh, though, at how rumpled Andy looks after we are done! I help him get back to his handsome self by petting his hair back in place. That’s the next picture, the one I didn’t take.

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February 24th, in 1914, my mother was born. She lived to be just short of 99 years old. She died on January 5, 2013.

She met all of my kitties.

Louie was so big she thought he was a Cheetah.

Andy and Dougy were kittens the first time I took them over to the care center for her to see them.

Andy perched on top of the carrier most of the time we were there and Dougy did his exploration thing, looking all around Mom’s room.

When he got toward the door, Mom became alarmed that he might get out and lost. I closed the door and put him and Andy on her lap, where they rested till I put them back in the carrier and left.

Yes, their personalities already manifested themselves in the kittens.

23Feb25: Andy gets medicated…

This medication for hyperthyroidism currently gets applied to Andy’s ear only every other day. I have to use this schedule because I have a medicine I have to take in a similar but different schedule…just what I needed!

First, I have to catch the little darling. He hid on dirty clothes ready to be washed. Handy!

…followed me to the front door. He was quite content there, sniffing the air coming in under the door.

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I’ve owned my car two and a half months short of nine years.

Recently, I couldn’t get the little door covering the gas filler open. This happened twice.

The first time, it was cold and following a rainy night. I thought the door was frozen shut so I ran it through the car wash to unfreeze it

It worked!

The next time, a couple days ago when we had subzero weather, I thought the little door was frozen again when I couldn’t open when I needed to gas up. Since both times my gasoline was down to a low point, a panic set in when I found both car washes closed because of the cold!

When I got home and parked my car, my neighbor listened to my tale of woe and said, “It’s open now!” I asked him to leave it open and I drove to the station around the corner and gassed up.

I drove home and parked. Out of curiosity, since it still was below zero, I tried opening the little door. It opened right up!

“I wonder,” I thought, “if the x%$#@ thing locks when I lock the doors.”

I locked the doors. It wouldn’t open up. I unlocked the doors. It did open!

There you go. I managed to learn something new about my almost nine-year-old car!

22Feb25: more Greenies…

Andy ate Greenies like they were going out of business. They are made in Canada, so probably will cost so much shortly that Andy may have to go without.

I grow ‘nip for him, though, a treat “Born in the USA!” Well, grown in my kitchen anyway.

21Feb25: RIP Wynken…

Lavinia Ross says this 2022 photo of Wynken shows her eyeing Rick’s pancakes. It was the kind of kitty she was.

The stripes on the three sisters’ heads faded away as they aged. Tio Pepe and the mother, a feral grey tabby, went to another family. Their father was a white stray the Rosses saw around their property.

Lavinia Ross of Samon Brook Farms emailed me to let me – and you through me – know that Wynken was unable to survive extensive efforts to save her from a nasal cancer. She will have memorial daffodils planted above her resting place in Lavinia’s practice of planting memorial flowers in her yard to friends, family, and pets.

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RIP Wynken

roughly 1 August 2013 –

18 February 2025

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I know Lavinia was a good kitty mom, caring for Wynken over a long and trying period. That Wynken ultimately was worn out from cancer and treatments, was put to rest, doesn’t make her passing any easier. Hugs and condolences to our friends Lavinia and Rick on the loss of this beautiful kitty. Her kitty sisters miss her, too, after a lifetime together.

21Feb25: Nom! Nom! Nom!

Andy went through a spell where he didn’t want his Greenies. That period is over! I think his medication affected his appetite for the treat, and the change in frequency of one may be the reason for his returned appetite.

20Feb25: a very uneventful afternoon….

Andy stops by after his afternoon siesta.

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Andy and I waited up as long as we could waiting for the delivery person. A short siesta made all the difference! Andy snoozes next to me, but on a chair next to my bed. I rub his head, and he purrs loudly when we wake up! It’s a pleasant ritual that proceeds him hopping on the cat tree for a long back massage.