it's a balmy, sunny day in austin, texass, which would be a blahblahblahnormal day any other year, but this summer, it is an oddity. doctors are treating a lot of SAD patients because of the grey year. me? i revel. :)
anyway. today i feel like shite in a girly sort of way. i'm drugged up and curled up, and waiting for the pain to pass. so what better time to update the old bloggy?
it's an interesting week. my mother called last night to let me know that my aunt mh is in the hospital with pneumonia. she saw her today, and said that though she's weak, she is in good spirits, flirting with the cute doctors. nevertheless, days like this make me want to lasso pennsylvania and pull her toward texas. or...at least hop a plane to see my family. say a prayer for mh, for recovery, for strength.
in good family news, my mother just purchased tickets to come here in september! it will be the first time i've seen her since january 2006! and! it will be her first visit to austin! i am beyond excited to welcome my mom into my home, to introduce her to her (huge) pet grandkids. maybe she'll leave with a kitten.
oh, yeah. kittens. first, THANK YOU so very much for your generosity with the gunther pickles memorial fund. without you, we wouldn't have raised $300 for phineas' care. watch your mailboxes in the near future. :)
phineas is doing well. growing like a weed, and unfortunately, losing all the hair on his tail due to the ringworm. he is spunky and insanely affectionate, and we are going to hold off on the ultrasound for now, as we recently learned that his flea infestation can cause a heart murmur that will correct itself.
rest assured, donors, that the money you gave will only go to the kittens' vet bills.
in fact, chavez has an appointment today, as he has had a drippy ass for days now. fun!
oh, and then there's kitten three. i'm not kidding. last night, feral mama cat dropped by our house with one kitten in tow. if he is not a littermate of phinny and chavez, he is definitely a cousin. helen caught him like a pro, and he is now hiding under the basin in the bathroom with the other two. no pictures yet. he's too scared. but he's bathed and fed and flea-combed. his name is salvador garcia. you can call him sal.
no. we're not keeping 3 kittens. we may be insane, but not that insane. sal will make someone a feisty greeneyed pal.
i don't know what you all think of the afterlife of cats, but it is quite a coincidence that the strays of the neighborhood, who never paid us attention before, are dropping their kittens off at our door for salvation. personally, i think gunther may have a hand paw in all of this.
off to find a heating pad.
Posted by bananie at August 1, 2007 11:26 AM | TrackBack