Last night I didn’t sleep, and this morning I started a bout with the stomach flu – vomiting, diarrhea, all that. I’m trying to sit up long enough to write a blog but I feel non-compliant, so first I’m going to reference a couple of Road Trip blog posts from this year, and then I’m going to write what I want. I’ve been especially impressed with my cats today and I want to tell you about it.
One problem I have is the inability to pick just one of anything. So one terrific car ride was I70 through Utah with dear friend Michael Purcell. Another was a drive to Fossil Falls, although that was a mistake. A third was a drive to Red Rock Canyon, where I meant to go in the first place instead of Fossil Falls.
Now, the cats. I was catless in Bakersfield and not happy about it, so last April I went to the animal shelter and got two six-month old female cats. Tiger and Lily. If you’re a regular reader, don’t be confused. Tiger started out as Jujube, became B’Elanna Torres, and settled on Tiger. There’s a problem with cats letting you know their true names. Lily went from Abba Zaba to Beverly Crusher and settled on Lily.
I know they are just cats, but I think they were very aware that I wasn’t well, and they stayed on my bed all day. Since I wasn’t moving much, it didn’t matter that cats were draped over my legs, etc. I’m very grateful for that. Now that I’m in a chair typing, they’ve gone outside, but Lily just came in to check on me.
I was going to write more, but I’ve used up the current energy supply. So while Scotty gets some more dilithium crystals, I’ll take another nap.
