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Dec. 23rd, 2024 07:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dani_meowsI am so cold this morning. It's only 52 degrees out today which to most people isn't that cold but I'm Floridian. I'm cold. Drinking a nice warm espresso. Since buying a cheap cappuccino machine we haven't needed starbucks best use of forty dollars.
Two good things about the cold, my bills will be cheaper because we don't turn the heat on and I have an electric throw we call the magic blanket. When I turn it on all the cats cuddle. They know that the same rules that apply to the bed (it's a neutral zone!) apply to the magic blanket. So I get a cuddle pile on the couch of four happy spoiled felines.
I've been looking at cats for adoption. Because I don't want it to be like 2017 when Joey died when Mushi was all alone. I don't want Nori to suddenly go from being the youngest of a big household to his mother's only cat. Mushi went through a depression until by chance we found Miss Bitsy when we weren't certain we were ready for a cat. We went into to buy a new feather toy (looks like a feather boa on a bendy stick! Ours was blue, we called it cookie monsters tail!) and a rescue was having an adoption drive. Miss Bitsy clung to our hands from her cage and was so shy and apparently hadn't taken to anyone so they were planning on taking her back when she took to us. And so unable to leave her we adopted our little girl. She's either 7 or 8 now.
However I also don't know yet if I'm ready for adopting another cat. My heart still feels more raw than with any other cat death. Because Usually my cats are seniors when they die. I might let the cat distribution center decide. It brought me every cat I've ever had besides my Bambino, Nori. He's the only one I intentionally went somewhere with the express purpose of adopting a cat and the first one I've raised since he was 12 or 13 weeks old.
Starting soon Ian will be working from home most days a week which means I will no longer have as much time to myself. I suspect that my secret to matrimonial happiness will be making a come back. The leave me alone or so help me god, space. When you are in that space with the door closed it means you need alone time. Once the door is open it's back to being a free space. We used it a lot in the first years of marriage when he worked overnights and then would have almost a week off after working almost two weeks.
I keep seeing recipes for different raw vegetables. No thanks, I'm currently afraid of raw veggies after so many recalls on carrots, cucumbers and other veggies. If it can't be cooked I'm not interested.
I've been hoping to get some writing done because I want to write but no fandom has sparked the writing muse lately.
Two good things about the cold, my bills will be cheaper because we don't turn the heat on and I have an electric throw we call the magic blanket. When I turn it on all the cats cuddle. They know that the same rules that apply to the bed (it's a neutral zone!) apply to the magic blanket. So I get a cuddle pile on the couch of four happy spoiled felines.
I've been looking at cats for adoption. Because I don't want it to be like 2017 when Joey died when Mushi was all alone. I don't want Nori to suddenly go from being the youngest of a big household to his mother's only cat. Mushi went through a depression until by chance we found Miss Bitsy when we weren't certain we were ready for a cat. We went into to buy a new feather toy (looks like a feather boa on a bendy stick! Ours was blue, we called it cookie monsters tail!) and a rescue was having an adoption drive. Miss Bitsy clung to our hands from her cage and was so shy and apparently hadn't taken to anyone so they were planning on taking her back when she took to us. And so unable to leave her we adopted our little girl. She's either 7 or 8 now.
However I also don't know yet if I'm ready for adopting another cat. My heart still feels more raw than with any other cat death. Because Usually my cats are seniors when they die. I might let the cat distribution center decide. It brought me every cat I've ever had besides my Bambino, Nori. He's the only one I intentionally went somewhere with the express purpose of adopting a cat and the first one I've raised since he was 12 or 13 weeks old.
Starting soon Ian will be working from home most days a week which means I will no longer have as much time to myself. I suspect that my secret to matrimonial happiness will be making a come back. The leave me alone or so help me god, space. When you are in that space with the door closed it means you need alone time. Once the door is open it's back to being a free space. We used it a lot in the first years of marriage when he worked overnights and then would have almost a week off after working almost two weeks.
I keep seeing recipes for different raw vegetables. No thanks, I'm currently afraid of raw veggies after so many recalls on carrots, cucumbers and other veggies. If it can't be cooked I'm not interested.
I've been hoping to get some writing done because I want to write but no fandom has sparked the writing muse lately.
