Day 54 of Project 365: sunbather
Zen was born in Alabama, so she loves the sun and warmth. I was worried about how she would transition to Scotland’s climate. With the new couch in the window, she is doing just fine. She also enjoys sprawling out on the part of the kitchen floor directly over the hot-water pipe. And when she sits by the radiator, she shoves her head up underneath it so far that we call it “cookin’ the brains.” I know that pet owners have a tendency to anthropomorphize. Personally, I find it very difficult to think of Zen as “just a cat” when she gives me looks like this one. I give her a look like this right back, of course, with my heart all sqwudgy. She will be fifteen this...
Read MoreBad parenting.
To sum up the Zen situation: she seems to be feeling much better tonight. She has been suffering since Monday of lethargy, vomiting, diarrhea, and loss of appetite, and she vomited twice this morning even though she hadn’t eaten much last night, so it was time to take her to the vet. The trip to the vet was as exciting as ever. Zen is perfectly happy to go into her carrier and be lugged anywhere in the world. She is somewhat less happy to be outside of her carrier at the vet’s. I never, ever want to hear Zen like that. Basically, it sounds like someone is skinning her alive. She screams and hisses and tries to claw anyone who gets near her. The vet tech had to wrap her in a towel and was wearing serious-looking protective gloves while she did it. Zen...
Read Moreto bed and to rise
Every night, Torgi the cat puts me to bed by chirping and nudging me until I stop doing whatever I am doing. Every morning, he head-butts me into consciousness because it is time for his breakfast. Zen, in contrast, cannot be bothered. Her whims are her own, not to be shared with silly humans. Right now Torgi is purring loudly while attempting to wedge himself in between me and my iPhone. He is winning.
Read Moregrateful for zen
No, this is not an entry about Buddhism. I am grateful for my not-so-small and not-so-normal cat, Zen. Zen turned 11 this year, which is hard for me to imagine, as it seemed like just yesterday I was adopting a tiny runt with gigantic headlight eyes. Zen is having a difficult time with the recent move. She has never lived with another cat before, aside from her litter-mates way back when, and I believe her poor eyesight is adding to her insecurity because she cannot track Torgi’s movements very well. Regardless, our little family persists, and I am hopeful that in a few more months we will all be adjusted to the new living arrangements. Zen is round like a little football, and still very strange, and she is devoted to me. When I am sad or lost, she is...
Read Morein which I confide in you that my workweek has sucked
I felt pretty confident that, bolstered by the chill-out of the three-day weekend, I could handle whatever came next. After all, the MSG and I had spent most of the weekend sequestered inside his house, making and eating marvelous food, chatting, seeing movies, snuggling, and playing “Star Wars: Galaxies” — on which I am now totally hooked, thanks to him. I have a female wookiee character who breakdances and is training to be a martial artist. How cool is that? I love that Jedi are so rare in the game. The MSG actually saw one wielding a light saber a few weeks ago and told me all about it and I just started bouncing in excitement. Wanna see! And so, Monday evening, after a lovely meal of take-out from Eliza’s, the MSG and I sat...
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