Aaaaand he's home, caught by Loki & I. I'd put tuna out on my porch at Sarah's suggestion, and had my French doors open, thinking my cats would alert me to anything. Sure enough, a little while ago, Loki started acting all hinked, so I went out front, calling, and KB emerged from Anna's bushes. I'm sure he'd been on the porch until I opened the door. He came right to me, I scooped him up & as I was figuring out how to grab their key from inside, I saw them walking up the block with a flashlight & yelled to them.
So it all ends well.
Presence of foxtrot
I only know what that means because of The Wire.
I'll sleep well knowing the kitty got home safe.
Laura, that's just tough. There is no way around it. Much love to you and yours right now.
sarameg, I am so glad for Sarah and Kittyboy. Thank you for being such a good friend. (I remember when my mom's house got broken into after I'd gone off to college, the worst part was the burglars leaving the window smashed open so my cat got out. She was twelve-ish, declawed, and an indoor cat. My mom's Avon lady helped mom search for a whole week, calling for the cat all over the neighborhood. And by gum, eventually they found her hiding in the shrubbery in our back-neighbor's yard. I remain forever grateful to people who help look for someone else's pet.) Here's to happy endings!
Laura, that is tough
My uncle has been moved home and is apparently regretting his decision to forgive further treatment and is in a lot of pain. Pain is not what palliative care is about, and I feel like I could advocate as nursing adjacent but my aunt is not really accepting help. He was also told he was not eligible for out of home hospice care because he weighs over 200 pounds, whicj seems like NS to me.
Yeah, I can't quite believe that.
I'm sorry he's in pain, at any rate.
That would be BS, not NS. I am going to talk to a palliative care nurse I know at work to see if she has any insight. I get they might need assistive lifting for him, but instead they send him home with my tiny aunt?
Yay for safe kitty! My sister's dog went "missing" a couple days ago. We were taking a lunch break on her porch and decided we hadn't noticed Kelsey in a while so we called and called, and nothing. This is the mountains and she wanders some, so we weren't very concerned. I take a bag of stuff to my car and sister notices the dog's nose peaking out from under the porch stairs watching me. Still not a sound out of her in response to our calls. She had gone under the stairs and dug herself a nice comfy hole, but in doing so she piled the dirt up blocking her exit route. We dug her out. Pets!
Yikes, Sophia. That doesn't seem right at all. I hope he gets quality help soon.
