Sunday, January 14, 2007

Stream of Blogging

I just looked at my last blog entry and realized that I haven't blogged once in the new year. Hence, now it is time for a stream of consciousness entry of all that has been going on.

My dad and cat have something in common. Rooty the Blind Cat (or now we find out perhaps not so blind) has been diagnosed with hyperthyroidism, and may have to have chemo. I just had to laugh at the thought that perhaps we could get a two-for-one deal, and have my dad and Rooty Cat go together. But then I always confuse chemo with radiation. Radiation is the Star Trek stuff right? Where they scan it at you, right? And chemo is the intravenious thing, right? I need to learn my cancer terms, don't I? I'm not good at this cancer thing. So, Rooty Cat is a slim Kate Moss 12 pounds, is on a special diet, and has special meds. His heart rate was 240, which should have been 80. He's recovering, and hopefully won't need surgery or chemo or anything like that. He's right here, and hopefully I won't need meds to sit next to him soon, because...

On Wednesday I start the process to see if I can go off my allergy meds for the cats and begin the allergy shots. This will be a bit scary, as the last time I went to the allergist for shots, I needed to be Epi'ed in the office. Wish me luck. Considering the last allergy meds led to the beginning of blurred vision, a hit at the Epi-pen is something I can deal with. Purr, Rooty, purr!

I'm just about finished knitting a sweater for my son's Ugly Doll. I love that stuffed animal. He has Tray. There's something about them that's just so loveable and REAL. They're not all pretty and fake. Call me STRANGE (as some of have this week - heck, they've even published it on a website on the net, for goshsakes!), but I think they promote acceptance that difference is OK. And knitting a sweater for an Ugly Doll is easy. He won't complain. He's small enough for the project to go quickly. And my kidlet will have a smile the size of Spain when he sees Tray wearing it.

And the update on the bulbs - a few have grown a bit tall. However, Annabelle the Bloodhound has been known to suck on the them. I kid you not. Every now and then I look over and she's sucking on the hyacinth bulbs. That really can't help, can it? If they do ever bloom, I'll be sure to post.

6 Comments:

Blogger suburban mom said...

Wait! Are hyacinths poisonous? Please check- I'm worried.

10:30 AM  
Blogger Kristin said...

Katherine, you're too funny! Annabelle is still alive, so I guess sucking on hyacinths is a good thing. I may try it myself to see if it improves my mood. Maybe it's like sucking on frogs?

1:53 PM  
Blogger domesticzen said...

HA! at least it isn't foxglove! I just gasp everytime I see them in a yard with kids!

8:47 PM  
Blogger MonkeyDragon said...

ok Chica! the snow is melting - one more February storm according the the Farmer's Almanac and then it's get busy for Garden Tour time!

I am sketching my plans right now! I was notified that I need to plan parking space for the chartered tour buses! LOL!

I think you should fly out and help me host!

1:22 PM  
Blogger MonkeyDragon said...

I dedicated a post to you today!

10:55 AM  
Blogger domesticzen said...

Are you holding out on more posts until the bulbs grow?

ok, I'll wait . . .

11:03 AM  

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