Posted tagged ‘Bad day’

“Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.”

October 8, 2015

Yesterday will not go down in the annuals as a good day. First one of the cats avoided the litter box for the floor. I guessed my cleaning of the box did not meet her high standards. When I came downstairs, I found one of the cats had been sick on the dining room floor, a common occurrence with cats. I then noticed Maddie was limping, her front paw was being held in the air. When she got on the table, I check her paw; she howled, bit me and ran. That is the first time in all her nearly 17 years that she has bitten me so I knew her paw was quite painful. I saw why: a nail was growing into a pad. The vets said they could fit us in at 11 so I went looking for Maddie. The last time I had seen her was around ten when she howled, bit and ran. I started a search of the house. By 10:45 I had to give up and cancel the appointment. Maddie didn’t reappear until 5:30. I had made an appointment for this morning so I grabbed her early and put her in the crate. She was really good in the car and let me pat her the whole way. The vet thought she looked healthy for an old cat though sort of skinny at 6 pounds, but I disagreed as she is such a small cat anyway. I decided to have Maddie take the old cat physical at $198.00 which included today’s visit. I wanted to made sure Maddie is nice and healthy inside and out. The vet cut the nail and another one in the exact same place on the other paw. Looks like Maddie will be getting her nails done more often. I also signed Fern up for her old cat physical.

Fish are good to look at. They have that calming effect as they move back and forth through the water.  A bird sings and its song brightens the house. I knew a guy who had a tarantula as a pet. Some people have turtles. Pigs are now in vogue as house pets. I guess I’m just old fashion. I’m sticking with cats and a dog.

We got our first cat when I was a junior in high school. Before that we were a dog family. My father hated cats just because. He gave no reason other than they are cats. He was only home on weekends that year as he had been transferred to Presque Isle Maine, and we would be moving after school had ended. It was while he was gone we got the cat. My mother broke the news, and he said get rid of it before I get home. We didn’t. When my father first saw the cat, it licked his hand and his face. The cat stayed. My father had become a closet cat man.

“There are good days and there are bad days, and this is one of them.”

July 30, 2011

You’ll get no cheery good mornings from me today. Already I hate today. When I went to get the papers, I tripped and fell. I cut the hand I used to cushion my fall and now the two last fingers of that hand are useless. It’s a good thing I only type with two fingers or I’d really be in trouble. When I got up off the ground, there was no one there to say comforting words and ask how I was. I walked slowly and a bit mournfully into the house and cleaned the now bleeding cut and put the swelling fingers under cold water. After I’d finished the first aid, I found holding my hand up made me look silly, but it made my hand hurt less. I’ll take silly over pain any time. Finally I got my coffee and carried the cup, papers and my pen outside to the deck hoping the morning would perk me a bit. I took a sip of the coffee, and it had grounds in it. Of course, it had grounds in it. On a morning like today, there had to be grounds. I decided I didn’t want to make another pot so I started reading the paper. Nothing in it was cheery, as usual. The Mid-East, the drought, the budget and Lord knows what else combined to make me feel even worse. Even the Red Sox had lost and Pedroia’s hitting streak had ended. I decided to read the comics and do the crossword puzzle. I couldn’t hold the pen right so my letters were all outside the lines and the words were barely readable. I had a bit of a cry for myself.

I never have days like today. Usually a fall doesn’t bother me at all, even when I break bones. It’s just something I do well. Coffee grounds-no big deal. I’d normally make another pot, but not today. I didn’t dare risk it. I had visions of pieces of glass all over the floor and me stepping in the tiny pieces I’d missed.

My friend Tony called about movie night. I said sure, but I know the tone of my voice belied my words. He’d said he’d barbecue, and I said okay with little enthusiasm then it all spilled out. I even added the part about my iPod, and how I can’t add music or delete it or how iTunes doesn’t even recognize I have an iPod, a really well-named iPod. He brightened my day by inviting me to dinner and drinks. I think I should capitalize the D in Drinks.