Cindy, my sympathy. For what it's worth, my boss had ... a form of leukemia, I think; later he developed cancer. Got treatment for everything and is doing very well now.
Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
HA, I kept at it, and now Husband and I both have vaccine appointments tomorrow morning.
chris, I don't know if you're eligible yet, but HEB's site is the best I've seen in terms of clearly stating how many vaccines they have available at each location. We're having to drive an hour to get to one, but there are several around San Antonio that had availability.
I suspect every one of those people who used the cat bag were murdered in their sleep after the photo was taken.
"Detective, the last thing she posted to her social media before that lethal fall down the stairs was about Mittens being calm and quiet. Looks like it was just an accident."
Cindy, I am sure the love will mean as much, well likely more, than the gifts. I hope his treatment goes much better than anticipated.
I suspect every one of those people who used the cat bag were murdered in their sleep after the photo was taken.
In order to trim Murderbiscuit's claws, we have to drug him with gabapentin, wait 3 hours for him to hit maximum stoned, and then I burrito (or, if you will, PURRito) him in a towel and take 1 paw out at a time while Tim trims his claws as quickly as possible.
Before the vet gave us gabapentin, he was an unholy terror at claw-trimming time. When he's stoned, he's tolerable. The best times of the year are his twice-yearly vet checkups, when I happily pay them $14 to trim his claws. One of those visits is a dental cleaning, where he's under anesthesia, and the vets love that visit, because Murderbiscuit being unconscious makes trimming his claws a snap. (Side note: NEXT WEEK, woo hoo!)
Anyway, YES, if we put him in that bag, we would be murdered immediately afterward. He wouldn't even wait until we were asleep.
Nice going, Dana!
Every time I see those colorful caps you can put on a cat's claws I laugh and laugh.
Somehow my email ended up on a family's group email with information about the family Zoom call for Granny's 90th birthday. I deleted the email and didn't eavesdrop on Granny's birthday Zoom call.
But because my email was caught in "reply all," I just got a lovely follow-up email from one of the family members, describing how much Granny enjoyed the Zoom call, and listing who all sent her birthday flowers, and what she ate for birthday dinner, and who else called and visited her (I believe Granny is in Dublin, Ireland, and I guess maybe Covid isn't as big of a concern there? I sure hope Granny doesn't get Covid!), and included a picture of Granny holding 2 shiny pink mylar helium balloons -- one "9" and one "0". She looked very happy.
Granny's 90th birthday is none of my business, but honestly, that follow-up email was really sweet and just made my day.