My boy is home! Miso is currently in our bedroom with Ian since he has to be kept in isolation for two weeks so that we can make sure he is eating only his special food and that he is peeing. I spent the evening with him. Petting him and cuddling him and telling him how handsome he is.

While trying not to think of how we could have lost him. If we had decided to delay it could have turned to renal failure as well and they might not have been able to save him. Despite my phobia of phones I called the emergency vet clinic and explained what was happening and asked if it was an emergency or a wait two days for your vet to open situation. So we brought him in.

Our vet did mention how much he loves our Orange boy again as well as how friendly and charming he is. Miso loves everyone. I'm pretty certain our vet isn't fond of one of my other boys as in April 2023 during a routine blood draw my cat attacked the vet, ripped out the needle, broke the harness they had him in and proceeded to pee and poo himself in terror as my husband, our vet, and the vet tech tried to get him into his carrier. No I'm pretty certain our vet does not love my Mushi cat.

I'll be sleeping on an air mattress in the living room for the next few days with our other cats so that they don't feel alone and so that Miso doesn't make a run for it in the middle of the night when I have to wake up to use the bathroom. I'm legally blind without my glasses and very seldom aware of much when I get up in the middle of the night.

But for now I have a cup of tea, all of my cats are home, and I almost for a second had a brief writing idea earlier. All is better than it's been for the past few days.

The snowflake challenge wants me to update my fandom information

What can I say about myself? I should have an introduction page.

Hi, My name is Danielle. I go by Dani or Dani Rose. I turn 40 in May. I'm trying to find the enjoyment I used to get in blogging and making icons as well as participating in things but I haven't gotten to much of a start since one of my Cats is currently in the hospital.

I love Harry Potter fanfictions. I have mixed feelings about JK Rowling because I haven't read her essay myself and I've seen mixed opinions on her but Harry Potter was a great comfort to me as an abused teenager who wanted to kill myself until I finally ran away from home at age 18. I read almost anything. I have a soft spot for fanfictions where Harry gets the family he deserves.

I loved Bridgerton Season 1 but haven't yet watched Season 2 because Netflix raised their prices but I will.

I love Doctor Who. I haven't watched the series since Clara came on board although I've tried a few times it hasn't felt right.

I love videogames such as Stardew Valley, Dreamlight Valley, Banished, The Sims....

I still read the occasional MCU Or Miraculous Lady Bug fanfiction that catches my eye but I wouldn't say I'm actively seeking them.


I love languages and I study German on Duolingo, alongside Latin, Spanish and Italian. But mostly German because I took classes in my 20's and I know how to pronounce things.

Oh yeah, I'm married and have six cats. My childhood best friend is our roommate and we're a happy little family.

Sometimes a family is a girl, her husband, their five cats, her childhood bestie and her cat...

New Years started by us rushing my Orange cat Miso to the vet just as it was hitting midnight. Still waiting for news. They are doing an X-ray to check for blockages and a blood work to test his organ functions. About 20 minutes til Midnight he was trying to pee and couldn't. Couldn't sit. And was hissing and yowling. Normally he's a gentle giant.

The office cat, Cat Middleton was adorable in her little poinsettia dress. We came home to get some coffee and I decided to stay home because the wooden benches were killing me can't sleep because I'm anxious.

I'm trying to keep positive that it's just a UTI or blockage.

But Miso Soup is an Orange cat. My childhood ginger cat curled up unnoticed in the washer and was killed one morning in a tragic accident that added to my mother's trauma. Milo my husband's childhood ginger had a heart attack three days before my wedding and died two years later in another heart attack. He was only 7 years old.

Orange cats are tragic cats. I can't help but worry he's a tragedy even as I hope for the best.

My mother is dead. My feelings are complex. And I'm coming out of numbness now.

I hurt. She knew she was dying. And didn't notify me. Didn't have my half sister tell me.

One final fuck you from a woman who told me she wished she'd had an abortion.

I can't say I'll miss her as much as I can say I miss the possibility that she'd change. Regret her abuse of me and love me like she loved my younger sister.

I miss the mom I only had a few times who rocked me and called me baby mouse.

https://www.wfla.com/news/gasparilla/gasparilla-2022-blog-what-to-know-before-you-go/

Watching Gasparila on tv.

I feel so much better now then I did for much of the weekend. I had a migraine on Thursday and Friday bad enough that I had to cancel therapy something I hate doing.

On Saturday I felt wellish and I wanted to participate in firewhiskeyfic's get drunk and write thing. Back when I used to IJ and DW regularly before I got lured into tumblr I always wanted to participate and it always seemed to show up when I had already taken meds that I can't drink when I have.

So I drank Cinnamon Whiskey with Apple Juice, chatted with people and wrote a truly awful nsfw fic piece that I can't share yet even if I want to because they are posted anon first. I can't wait to see what other people wrote!

On Sunday my body let me know that I'm not young anymore and I spent the whole day hungover in bed with my cats. It was down in the forties outside so the cats were cold and wanted to snuggle with a warm human. I even got to snuggle my youngest not snuggly anymore Nori kitty. He's almost two and for the first year and half of his life he loved to cuddle me but for the past few months no cuddles to be had. I miss how he used to lay on my chest and lick my face. Well not so much the face licking part but the eye contact and the love you... part.

Today I woke up a few minutes before the alarm went off because the youngest two kitties were playing with the blinds above our heads. Ian made a delicious breakfast of bacon, eggs, beans, tomato and sausage. And then once he left for work, I baked a banana bread. I hate banana's but if you put it in pudding or bread I love it.

I planned on baking lemon bars today as well but I need more butter so I have to wait until tonight or make it tomorrow morning. The groceries will be delivered later on today but I changed the time because after the bread was done, I was snuggling with my cats and they said it was nap time. So I changed the delivery time to this evening since I could still edit the order and snuggled down with three of my five cats for a nice nap.

I wish I found as much joy doing simple household cleaning as I did when I was baking or cooking. There's something about cooking and baking treats for Ian, Brigid and I that I find relaxing. Cleaning not so much.

Some parts of this weekend weren't so bad. The other reason besides the hangover I was out on Sunday was Ian bleaching the guest bathroom. It needed it. I'm allergic to the chlorine in bleach but despite cleaning the shower regularly it was growing mold. It looks much better now.

Ian made a hungarian goulash recipe I had found that I wanted to try. I've never had paprika as a main seasoning not a decorative element. But omg it was delicious and now it's gone with no more left over already! We had it over mashed potatoes but the recipe mentioned it was delicious over something called spaetzle, which is a german egg noodle. So I went down a rabbit hole looking up recipes for that and I might try that in the next few weeks. While Ian is German on both sides of his family sadly none of them made many recipes from their heritage. I know one of his great Grandparents had to change his name after World War 2 because his name was Adolph and his great grandma spoke German. Ian's dad learned German from her and took German in highschool for an easy A only to discover that while she spoke only German she didn't speak the correct German as far as teachers were concerned.

I find it sad that heritage gets lost so quickly in families. My grandmother on my Dad's side was 100% Irish and my grandfather was 100% Italian. All of our recipes are from the Italian side. But my Grandfather refused to speak Italian or teach his kids Italian so that's all that remains. From my Grandma's side she never made any recipes from her family at all. An Irish/Italian romance at the time was looked down upon because neither side were getting along in New York at the time so she made herself more Italian than the others in her neighborhood and hid her Irish side.

I wish more elements of culture was remembered and I had asked more questions of people before they passed...

I think I was going somewhere else with this wall of Dani babble but it's time to go and do some more housework... Sighs

There was only enough coffee for a short glass for Ian and I this morning and I'm already feeling sleepy again. It's tempting to take a nap but I have a lot of things to do today.

Mostly to finish putting the house in some order and to start packing up Christmas presents. I also bought some new sheets this morning but I still need to purchase some more organizational packages I think. I also want to buy some new spring decor.

So let's start with my therapy assignment which I'll either link to my therapist, Hi Ally or I'll copy and paste it over to her later.
( Dani's childhood sucked and here's her babble thoughts about it )

That was fun. Therapy Tuesday is complete. I don't remember which afternoon I actually have therapy but assignment complete.

I think I'll go snuggle a cat now

I very seldom fill out a title because I very seldom know what to put there unless I am sharing fanfiction, icons or something about a single subject.

Usually I am just babbling about my day or things I find interesting.

My day wasn't bad. I changed the time on the groceries to pm and then slept in until 11. Making up for the frustrating fact that I couldn't sleep because of an internal countdown that I had only 8 hours less than 8 hours... less than keeping me from falling asleep.

So soon my grocery order will be here to be put away. It's not too much stuff. But does include some cat litter so that Ian can do the boxes tonight. They were freshened up yesterday but they need a full clean. But when Ian went to the other grocery store this weekend they only had store brand litter and it's too powdery to be the main litter. The fact that there seems to be a cat litter shortage is even more concerning to me than the shortage of wet food since we at least had a dry food alternative that has been good for the boys.

My two big boys have gotten their weight down by about a pound and have been playing more. And the others seem to be thriving on just dry food. But if cat litter becomes difficult to find what will we use as an alternative?

I've been meaning to link to one of my favorite true crime series on Youtube. So I put the link to the first season's playlist below and started listening to the episodes again. I like the way this series covers crime from Europe and the US mostly and includes interviews with people affected by the crimes. The psychiatrist they interview sometimes seems very shallow in her commentary when you watch multiple episodes because she seldom has anything new or interesting to say after awhile but the rest of the show is great.

World's Most Evil Killers Season 1 playlist

I forgot about how much the first episode makes me rage/sad about the plight of prostitutes. I wish we could legalize prostitution if it's going to be something people engage in and keep people safe. I wonder if places where it's legal have better crime statistics or not. But the fact that some people don't report them missing, people don't always care about crimes done just to them... It makes me so sad. They are human beings damnit. They deserve just as much care and compassion as any other crime victim. They didn't ask for it...

Oh hello soapbox... I better put you away it's time to find out what my family wants for dinner and get it started if I'm cooking today.

This season has at least one of the cases that take place in Germany, Volker Eckert. And has Levi Bellfield who I keep meaning to finish the itv series Manhunt about.

Edit: Another German case: Joachim Kroll. I think that was the cannibal one that made me queasy so just in case I'll skip watching it late at night.

I'm sipping a tasty cafe con leche and trying to decide on ornament boxes. I don't want to unwrap copious amounts of paper towels next year. I want one so that I can see all of ornaments because we have more than I can put up and it's currently a first unwrapped first up situation.

I also need to deal with sorting and dealing with the papers and such set to the side for going through later.

And then organize the fridge for cooking. I want to make some German potato salad this week since I found Ian's grandma's recipe. It's a warm potato salad with a vinegar, bacon, and sugar sauce. I loved it and was sad when we lost the written recipe. But while sorting books we found a written recipe book Ian's mom never uses, she hates cooking, we found that. It also had a recipe for Grandma's strawberry rhubarb pie and zucchini bread.

Bitsy is singing a song so I've gotta go cuddle a cat.

In a good news moment my rash is improving so it's likely it was caused by lamictal.

Edit: Also woke up this morning to a take shelter tornadoes were likely warning but thankfully nothing happened.