T(emporary)KO

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

15 Aug 2024 - Yes, I am looking a bit smug... and who wouldn't, having beaten one's nemesis (if only for a short while).  I don't know the peep who conceived this torture device, but he/she is NOT my friend, nor ever will be.  All of my basic activities are impacted, so not for one waking minute do I forget its presence.  The shorter peep, seeing my dilemma, has tried to help with the grooming, so I am not as reepy-looking as a few days ago.  On a positive note, most of my day is self-directed, i.e., my naps are not being short-changed.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Be ready for the struggle.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - gorogoro, what a cat says in Japan (my new curse word)

add fuel to the fire

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

14 Aug 2024 - For three days I ate virtually nothing, so is it any wonder that I'm now slurping down my food?  Negotiating the dish and this damnable cone is a contest that I am determined to win, so I push forward, stretch my neck, angle my head... whatever it takes.  It is, by the smell of it, the same old fare, but boy-oh-boy does it taste good... not that it stays on my tongue very long.  I regret to report that my grooming is seriously impeded:  just now I tried to clean my belly and could only lick the inside surface of my blinder/binder.  You can see why I continue to try to ditch (destroy would be even better) this MAJOR aggravation.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Sometimes the gloves

have to come off.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - exacercat, to make a bad situation worse (I will purrvail)

rallying

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

13 Aug 2024 - After having to take two sick days, I felt obligated to do a minimal walkabout on my personal screened porch.  Although it was nippy first thing this morning, Mr. Sol is now beaming down... and I am soaking up his golden beams.  As you can see I haven't managed to rid myself of the hated headware:  although I was able to pull the damnable thing off last night, the shorter peep noticed right away.  I am, by force, getting better at negotiating doorways, steps, furniture, with my extra-wide head.  How long I'll be wearing this get-up I probably don't want to know.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Each new day offers promise.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - recupurration, a return to a normal state (it can't happen soon enough)

betrayed

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

12 Aug 2024 - Well, all I can say is, "you should see the other guy!"  The last two days have not been any fun:  a long stint in the car, a noisy place full of strange peeps (not in white coats, but should have been), poking and prodding, long stretches where I remember nothing... and now this infernal thing lashed around my head.  It keeps catching on the floor and really prevents me from getting comfortable.  How am I suppose to eat?  Whoever put it on knew what she was doing, as I have tried mightily to dislodge the aggravation.  It definitely isn't helping my anxiety level, not one bit.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Some things must

be survived.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - collapurrator, a peep who cooperates with the enemy (hiss)

laid up

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

10 Aug 2024 - I am a bit under the weather, and not just because of the grey skies.  My appetite is always good, and when the kibble isn't appealing something is amiss.  My peeps have remarked on my malaise as well, and there have been consultations and phone calls that I fear involve me!  My first reaction, skedaddler that I am, is to make myself scarce:  out of their sight, out of their thoughts?  But even I can't ignore the discomfort when I do attempt to eat, so I am appealing to Bastet for intervention... as I certainly don't want to be handed off to a strange peep in a white coat.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Be thankful for good health.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrly, ailing (although I wish otherwise)

so what, you reep

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

9 Aug 2024 - I am trying mightily to remember (and savor) yesterday's sunshine, as today we've returned to a cool grey.  My emphasis is alas on cool, which is why I am loathe to leave a warm spot.  I did sit with the shorter peep for our breakfast, checked out my personal screened deck, and decided if Mr. Sol could stay in bed so could I.  A warmed towel would be most appreciated... perhaps if my assistant reads my thoughts, one will magically be offered.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Don't postpone expressing gratitude.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - sense of obligato, indebtedness for favors (small though they be)

a bright future

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

8 Aug 2024 - Our day has found its color again, with Mr. Sol trying his best to make us forget the recent greyness.  It is hard to hold a grievance when looking out upon the blue and green surroundings.  Even the interlopers are in high spirits, i.e., they are frisking about my personal screened deck (and testing my patience).  But they would be wrong to think that I can't glare when in a good mood.  In fact my scowl would be followed by a grin, for a job well done (and well satisfying).  Later today temperatures might even rise sufficiently for me to sprawl on the boards for a deserved nap.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

One can always hope.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - full of purromise, encouraging, with reassuring purrtential