Cat a tonic

The little kitty, now named Wallace (or Wally, or ” mouse”) has been slowly recovering from his shelter life, and the attendant cold, which actually seems to have been a sinus infection. He follows the Bug around constantly, and looks up to him as a big brother. He worships him, and for his own part, the Bug seems quite fond of Wally himself.Wally is the attack kitten, constantly ambushing Bug and climbing on top of him (he’s 5 pounds – the Bug is 17 pounds – visualize it) and trying to strangle him. The bug shakes him off like a flea, but he just keeps on trying. He’s the little kitty with the heart of a lion.

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I haven’t been writing lately because there hasn’t been anything I’ve felt like saying. Or rather, there hasn’t been anything that I can really say on a public blog that anyone can read. But the people I know who might not like what I have to say never bother to read this blog anyway, so I guess I don’t give a fuck. They obviously don’t.

On Sunday, December 7^{th I turned 45}

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Halfway to 90

But I’ll never make 90. Not by a long shot.

Spent the morning of my big special day at the emergency vet. I got a new kitten last week because the Bug was pining terribly for William, and he needed companionship during the long hours of the day when I’m gone. There is no replacing William, though. He was the only true friend I had.

Anyway, the reason for the emergency was that on Sunday morning (my special day ) I woke up and the kitten was sitting on the esge of the bed, gasping for breath. He had a kennel cold from the shelter, and It seemed to be getting better till it was apparent that it was getting a lot worse. I rushed him to the emergency hospital in $herman Oake$, and it was determined that he did NOT have pneumonia, but a persistent congestion, brought about by a lasting languishing depression in the shelter. When he went into the shelter in October, he weighed seven pounds. When I got him, he weighed just three pounds. He was literally withering away. Now, he’s up to 5 pounds, againing just about 2 pounds since I got him. He loves his new home and friends, and playful and eating well, so I hope he’ll beat this thing. But after the recent trauma with losing William, I really am finding this hard to cope with.

I stayed with him all day Sunday (my special day.hah) and since his bill came to over $300.00, for my birthday dinner, I treated myself to some bologna , top ramen,and applesauce. My special day. Tried to lure some friends bar associations over to cheer me up and meet the new kitty, but nobody could see their way. Too much else to do, I guess.

Whatever. Eventually I’ll post some pics of the kittys.

The little kitty, named Simon, is doing better. I hope he pulls through. I’ve been watching him, working from home.