Combs and Hair brushing

 "What happened to my brush and comb? I didn't mean to wear

them out!"

Here is the brush I have used for Precious for years.  It is a very

old men's head massage brush.  It never got used on man nor

beast until Precious.  She did not like the metal comb that

long furred Peepers loved.  And then the child size hair brush

that was needed and liked by Seney also did not impress my

grey girl.

After using this daily for at least the past 6 years, the thin plastic

started cracking all over the brush.  So of course, good old

duck tape applied to the back has put it back into temporary use.

I knew I was going to have to replace the red one sooner or

later.  So every store I went in that had hair products, I searched

for the head massage brush.  No luck, only on the internet could 

I find one.  Then I started looking into every pet department of

stores for a brush.  It was really aggravating to know what I wanted

and not find anything.  But then I found this $2 pet brush at 

Walmart! I thought that was cheap enough to try and wow,

Precious loves it and it definitely does as good a job on  getting

the shedding furs.

However, the red brush was not the only one starting to fall apart.

Here is a corner comb that was Seney's  so it may be 25 years old.

Precious loves to do her own cheeks while I do the rest of her.

And the plastic teeth are breaking off daily.  So I did find a 

completely different shape one at Chewy and took a chance on

it also.  And she loves it too. 

"Hey, be careful there, don't yank on the snaggles too hard."

And I decided to try my hand at the art of painting again,

so here's Precious.

"I look better in grey onesie Lynn, instead of colors."

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Trying to get in the spirit

 "Lynn, you did all this while I was snoozing under the bed."

I am trying to get into the Christmas Spirit.

I put up the tree Dec. 1.  

Angel Peepers has had the top billing since 1994.

I also received my first Christmas card on

Dec. 1.  I have not even gotten out my very

short list and box of cards to think on addressing

anything yet. 

I love the religious reason for Christmas. It was

how I was raised and believe in my heart today.

But I have lost the spark for celebrating the 

holiday season. Don't know if it is an age thing,

or just me.

"Lynn, tell them you visited the orphans."

Precious is right there, I did get 3 more cat beds

crocheted and delivered along with food and donation.

I could have brought any number of them home with me

if there was a way.

And some of you may have seen that Precious had

a delicious birthday party with Jo Jo. I do believe

Marv and Kozmo made great waiters.  And Cinnamon

was maitre'd.

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3 Birthdays

 "Me first, me first, please Lynn."

I'll let folks know what we are celebrating, but you

are the youngest, so your story goes last. Sorry.

November is time for me to celebrate birthdays for my sweet

Seney, and Precious. And my own, not that there is ever any

celebrating on that one anymore.

 

Seney was born almost 40 years to the day after me. I always

enjoyed knowing we were such an even number of years apart.

I was born in 1952, so I am now 69. Don't even know how that

happened. Lets just skip me and get on to the good stuff.

Seney was born 1992, and she lived a little past her 20th

birthday.  I've never had a cat live so long. I still am amazed

by this. She was 11 weeks old when I picked her up. 

She came home with me in the dead of winter and

slept on my pillow that night. She continued that for the rest

of her life.  I fell asleep (or not) to the pull of her toes in my

hair and the sound of her loud purr.

Precious was born in the fall of 2011, and the orphanage

really doesn't know just when, so I figured why not just

make her birth month celebration November!  She is now

10 years old one way or another. Close enough in cat years.

"So, Lynn,  I still have another 10 years to go, right?

But I only sleep at the foot of the bed or anywhere else

in the house I like. Your pillow is not big enough for the 

two of us."

So another year just escapes me and I cannot

figure out where time goes.  Or does it actually

not go anywhere?

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Kitten

 "I never want to go outside. It's not safe for kitties."

Just the other day, going into the big little city to grocery

shop, I spied a poor cat on the road. Of course, it had been

struck by a vehicle very recently. I was not in a good place

to stop and move it off the road from my lane.

A twisty hilly country lane. But on the way back just a

short time later, I was able to park off the road on the other

side and walk about 50 feet to pick the beautiful tabby up.

What really saddened and angered me is this 6 month or

so young kitten was wearing a too tight flea collar. I imagine

the owner must have thought they were doing the right thing 

to keep parasites off a kitten. But then to turn it out when

the kitten must not have yet realized where "home" was

simply meant it would do the natural cat thing and wander off.

It did not have an id tag of any kind. And I doubt it had

been spayed or neutered.

I think it would have had no chance to survive outside,

one way or the other.  We live in the country, not in town

with fenced yards where a cat may not stray far from 

home. Out this way, it must

be too enticing to go farther and farther.

I know Blackie is an outside cat, but he has managed

to stay close to the hand that feeds him and not yet 

get struck. Too many cats lose out against the odds

of living wild.

" I'm glad I'm an

inside girl."

These fellows are on the move now.  I have see at least 7 different

bucks, all distinquished by their different shape antlers.

Same corner of the yard one day later. Our first

snow of the year.

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Dolly

 "Lynn, this thing has no wacky weed smell.  Just what

am I supposed to do with it?"

I know Precious.  I just thought you might like

to help me show her off.

Actually, I'm a bit like Shirley Temple's mother.

I am forcing my girl to work in front of the camera.

I bought the plain white stuffed body back in March at the

volunteer sewing/craft store for just $1.

I had bits and pieces of left over cloth and finally decided 

to make her a Fall girl.  

My craft projects are generally simple and only

one thing going on at a time.

I don't put out a lot of seasonal decorations, even

though I enjoy seeing others. Therefore, just one

doll for this year during the Fall season, my simple

pumpkin wreath on the door inside and a bowl of

gourds.

"I'm just not feeling it, Lynn.  Why don't

you just show off me?  I am a ready to 

play girl, not a Fall girl."

Actually, I'm not ready for this cold weather.

It means staying in the neighborhood and walking

the seriously steep hill here every day for exercise.

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Recovering bit by bit

 "My mouth hurts, I can't talk today but I'll gladly show off."

Thursday about 11 AM, I was thinking on going the 

20 mile round trip to buy some canned food for Precious.

I'd have gone at the drop of a hat, but I opened the cupboard,

and found a packet of salmon, the small individual helping size

of 2.5 oz. I keep a couple on hand for fast food or when the power

is off.  

Precious has never ever asked for it when I eat some, so I was

not sure how she'd act. But as you can see, she dove into about

1 ounce very quickly. Then hid under the bed again. I gave her

another once or so at 2 PM and she devoured it, too. But back

she went to hide.

She came out into the living area at 4 PM on the lure of her 

hair brush.  We had maybe 5 minutes instead of the usual 15 or 20.

But I felt better about her.

She even started eating some of her dry food, so no more salmon.

I really don't need for her to get diarrhea on top of everything else.

Instead of leg time, I simply enjoyed the view in the

evening of Precious in her bed. I actually got to spend a

couple hours reading in my recliner using both hands. Usually

I read one handed and it is a painful trick sometimes.

This photo above, was taken today at noon when I returned

from going into the big little city for my acupuncture and

a couple errands. Precious came out to ask for lunch and

to check out the items I brought home.

I never used the Buprenorphine on my previous cats.

It is true that it's been 15 years or so since Seney had 4 

molars pulled at one time and I wonder if the meds then

were something different. Seney only had antibiotics that

I remember, not pain meds. 

I knew she'd recover OK, I just feel guilty that I put her through

something painful and scary, but for her own good.

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Teeth Cleaning

               Precious had her teeth cleaned on Wednesday Nov. 3.  Things are

                not going well yet today,  Thursday.  She is not eating or drinking.

                And she is hiding under the bed constantly since she came home

               5 PM.   Thankfully, she had good teeth for nearly 10 years old and

               there were no extractions.

                                                                     

               No leg time for us last night.  And no combing.  It really makes

               me anxious, but I know she'll be OK.  

              The doctor sent home liquid pain meds.  She is supposed to have

              2 of the doses today and one tomorrow.  I gave her one last night and

              since she can't be dragged out, and she's not eating, I am not going

              to even try to give her more.

Why do good things for pets end up seemingly so bad?

I guess one good thing was her weight had gone down from

16.6 to 16.1.  And, alright, you've got me on this one.

I did decrease the amount of her dry food by about 20

dry crunchies a day.  I have always rounded up her 1/2 cup

by a slight amount. Now I am strictly keeping the amount

absolutely even steven with the rim of the cup.  I guess

it has helped there. And she has not begged for the missing

food before this.

The other thing about the doctor.  When her blood work

came back,  the thyroid number was 2.6 "in the gray area",

and her urine had a teeny tiny amount of protein in it.

So I asked if this was indicative to a 10 year old.  And the

answer was, the thyroid is just fine at that number and

the protein is probably because they stabbed her bladder with

a gigantic (Precious' description) hypodermic needle and the

protein could just be body material.  

So I can quit worrying about all those numbers and concentrate 

on how to get her back to her normal.

  One thing we do have going for us, her and I have 5 days home

alone.  That should help her be more calm. 

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