Friday, October 20, 2017
Rocky Copy Edits
So far this week, I have been able to keep to the schedule of pages I intended to get through each day, but it all got messed up today.
My plan was to do some errands and at least stop in and see my friends in my knit and crochet group. We have been meeting every Thursday for years and at various locations. My attendance has gotten very spotty. When we have seminars that night, it is hard for me to get there.
I did my errands and did get to spend some time with my friends. I was so happy to see them all and catch up on what everybody is making and doing.
I intended to switch gears when I got home and get back to the copy edit, but then I couldn’t find our cat Rocky. Normally, I wouldn’t have even been looking around the house for him, but he didn’t eat the other day and was making some weird meows. I probably would have let it go, but my husband seemed concerned about the cat this morning before I left. Then I began to think maybe there was something wrong with him.
We adopted Rocky from the SPCA in 2009 and they said he was 7 at the time, which makes him 15 now. That makes him a senior cat, though cats can live into their 20s. I searched the house for him getting nervous because when cats don’t feel well they hide. When I was making my second trip around the house, I heard some meows and found him walking across the living room.
I was still in the wait and see mode, but my husband, who wasn’t home, wanted me to take Rocky to the vet.. He suggested I offer Rocky some canned cat food and if he didn’t eat that would be a sure sign something was wrong and I should take him to the vet. I tried to the food and Rocky looked at it and walked away. So, I dragged out the carrier and drove to the vet. I have been going to this vet for over 40 years even though the pet hospital is about 7 miles away. Traffic in L.A. is never light, and the local high school had just let out snarling traffic even more. Rocky wasn’t happy about the ride and let me know with sad sounding loud meows.
We were seen shortly after we got there. They checked Rocky all over, including his teeth and how well he walked. And there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with him. The vet suggested not doing any tests unless Rocky starts hiding all the time or has some other severe behavior changes. Personally, I was thrilled. I think Rocky was too, because there were no plaintiff meows on the way home.
As soon as he jumped out of the cat carrier, he ate the wet food he’d ignored before. He is still meowing in sort of a cantankerous tone, which I think might have to do with Fake Julius, the cat down the street who hangs out in our yard and taunts Rocky. And we have a lot of squirrels, too. They tend to go in a tree and make a lot of noise when I take Rocky out into the yard.
I am relieved that all seems to have ended well, but its dark out now and I have still pages to go before I sleep.