A man and his cat.
Do I get bonus points for combining two of my favorite beings in one picture? Early Monday morning at my place. The cat is happily in rub-my-belly mode while R. is on the computer learning about Blender. That only takes one hand, so the cat gets his wish. And when R is here, the furry little traitor doesn’t hardly acknowledge I exist, unless he needs more food in his bowl.
Simba Playing with his Kickeroo. In the last 3 weeks, this is the happiest I’ve seen this cat. I put the Kickeroo down on the floor, and Simba was all over it. I’ve never seen a cat writhe in such happiness over a toy. He’s even picked it up and carried it around the house.
Today was another trip to the vet. This time a veterinary specialist. She couldn’t find anything wrong with Simba. She gaves some more of the anti-anxiety meds, recommended we switch him to wet food and an watering system that has a pump, and give him some stuff that will make his joints happier. No reason for the “displaying” and peeing on the floor. The only stress he’s had lately was going to the vet.
Simba’s actually finishing up a yawn in this picture, but I like it because he looks like he’s smiling.
After two weeks of being over at R’s, Simba came back over to my place tonight. Simba usually goes to R’s when I travel, but over the course of the last six months, we’ve had to deal with urinary tract infections. That means trips to the vet and since I know R will not take my cat to a crappy vet, he handles the office visits for me so I don’t have to take time off of work (have I mentioned what an awesome boyfriend I have??)
Simba’s getting to be a certain age in cat years where I’ve got to be more careful about what I feed him. Especially since he’s been neutered. So since this is round number two of UTI goodness, Simba’s got a permanent diet change and can only drink bottled water for the rest of his kitty life. He’s also currently taking antibiotics and anti-anxiety meds.
Anti-anxiety meds lead to looks like this:
This is Simba’s Stoner Look. It says “okay, you’re taking a picture of me again and I don’t give a rat’s patootie about that.”
And it eventually leads to this look:
This look says “Do whatever you want lady. I’m going back to my nap on the corner of your bed.”
This image is the picture I forgot I took. I was sitting here thinking that I forgot to take day 46 due to a being wore out from a presentation at work and the fact that my cat had a UTI (he’s fine and stoned – R. says he’s on some really good drugs and we’ll have to switch out his food for good). Then tonight I was getting the camera and discovered it sitting on top of the bookcase.
Today’s picture is my inspiration board. It’s a plain old cork bulletin board that I took and painted the wood frame a shimmery cream color, Then I covered the cork up with sheets of scrapbook paper with a floral design. It isn’t fancy, but it’s were I stick things that inspire me. Right now I have some pieces of paper and paper toweling that I used watercolor on hanging along with a Chinese good luck symbol that a co-worker gave me and some of the first polaroids I took using film that R’s Mom found while she was cleaning out cupboards. Those pictures comfirmed in my mind that the Polaroid Project was the right thing to do.
All I can say is YEAH ME, because this polaroid thing has become a bit of a habit – or maybe an addition. No wait, the addiction part is the seed collection.
Simba usurping my position. He’s taken over the office chair and is partially covered by my sweater. This means no more computer time for me.
