My injured sister-in-law is
talking about selling her big house and moving into a senior condo or co-op. Most of these places allow two small dogs, or
two cats, or a cat and a dog. Not three
animals. Since she has two little dogs
she is very fond of and a pretty Bombay
cat she put into our temporary care, she has a dilemma. And since the Bombay has already wormed her way
into our hearts and household, it’s very easy to see the direction this is going to
take. It appears that even after we
swore off cats when Snaps had to be put down, we are likely the
permanent new owners of a Bombay
cat named Java. We have learned that
Java is about six years old, and came to my sister-in-law’s house as a kitten. Animals have surprisingly long memories and I
wonder if Java misses Steve and Margaret. Steve is beyond recall, but as soon
as sister-in-law is able to get out and about, I want to invite her to come
visit Java – or would that be cruel? Meanwhile, I went grocery shopping yesterday
and went to an upscale pet food store to get a fresh pack of the kind of kitty
litter she’s used to – and so long as I was there I took a chance and bought
one of those laser lights most cats love to chase. And boy, does she! This morning I picked it up off my desk and she recognized the sound of the keychain attached to it and is currently sitting behind my chair crying for me to turn it on for her. Excuse me a minute. . . .
My cough is almost gone –
hurrah! A doctor at my clinic said my
lungs are clear and prescribed an inhaler and some peculiar little golden
capsules to knock down the cough. And
sure enough over the weekend it went from major annoyance to small nuisance
to hardly coughing at all. So I’m off later this morning for a Remicade
infusion to knock my immune system back a couple of notches, the one treatment guaranteed to keep my psoriatic arthritis at
bay. Life is good again.
I have not been blogging much
about my writing because I haven’t been doing much writing. I leaned hard on myself on Sunday, went to a
web site Previously Owned By A Gay Man to look at furniture and insisted I
furnish Godwin and Rafael’s condo. And I
found some rather peculiar things and decided Rafael, who was born and raised
in Barcelona,
had been keeping furniture in storage until last year. His taste is either exquisite or abominable (avant-garde
European with Asian accents), not sure which, but I’ve invited Betsy and Connor
to an impromptu New Year’s Eve party at the boys’ place to have their eyes
startled – and so a blockage that’s been going on for weeks has finally broken
apart. I ought not to be surprised at
how describing a setting will move a plot forward for me. But I am.
A problem is going to be describing the couch and occasional chair. Well, not the couch so much, it’s a backless
slab tilted just a little upward at either end.
But that chair - ! Indonesian
rattan and mahogany with brass fittings.
A beautiful thing. If I were
rich, I’d buy it, though it would clash magnificently with our current
furniture. Describing it is going to be
difficult fun. Take a look:
https://previouslyownedbyagayman.com/shop/furniture/indonesian-rattan-side-chair/
https://previouslyownedbyagayman.com/shop/furniture/indonesian-rattan-side-chair/
3 comments:
Congrats on your new family member! Glad you're feeling better and that you're getting back to writing.
It's interesting that picking out furniture stirs up your muse. I'm sure you'll do a great job of describing the pieces.
Lucky Java! It sounds like she has found a wonderful new home. I don't know how cat's react to seeing their former owner. We never knew who our adoptees had been abandoned by.
We adopted a dog from an adoption event at a pet show and were put in touch with the previous owner. She came over a couple of times. The first time, the dog seemed to think she was supposed to go with the woman when she left, but the second time, the dog who we'd renamed Lucky wouldn't get off the couch when the women went to the door. I might add that Lucky's previous owner was kind of scattered and the woman running the adoption said Lucky seemed more at ease with us than her owner from the first moment we started playing with her at the adoption event.
I saw a program about pet parrots. There was a young woman who had, iirc, a cockatoo. But she worked full time and had a social life, so the bird spent a LOT of time alone. The woman finally gave the bird to her mother, who was retired and had lots of time to play with the bird. The young woman went to visit her mother and see how the parrot was doing. The second the woman walked in the door, the parrot rose up on its perch, spread its wings and lifted every feather and began to scream - threatening the young woman! The parrot was afraid she was there to take her back to her lonely life. It was an amazing thing to watch.
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