Saturday, December 25, 2010

best wishes for a lovely holiday

Blog friends, I hope your Big Day is as lovely as mine. We had lots of present, music, and of course, food. Before I go put the roast in the oven, my family wants to wish your family the season's best.

Tootsie, Louis XIV, Fritz and Kitty-Guy hope you enjoy your dinner too.

Tis still the season

Last Christmas was the season to replace the electronics in the living room. It has been a Big Project, entailing much shopping, new cabinet to hold them, and on (and on and on). The last remaining project (aside from the time payments, no interest please) is to hang the speakers on the wall. This started last spring by placing the speakers on 4 x 4 boards and getting electronic testing equipment to ascertain the most correct placement. Shortly after, I had dinner for my friends, and was peppered with concern that there might be structural damage in my living room. There is still much to ponder, so no, the speakers haven't made it to the wall yet. Well, friends, we again had dinner this week to celebrate my Mom's arrival. There was much admiration of the beautiful Douglass fir and the festive decorations. But wait, one friend said, we aren't finished here. There is one more touch needed.
Do you really think he hasn't noticed???

Monday, December 20, 2010

Tis the season

We are almost ready. Mom arrives tomorrow. Meanwhile, there are lots of new boxes and places to explore.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Louie is snoozing in my lap

I'm home again, for a few days at least. Louie is doing very well, checked in at the vet's yesterday; he gained back a half pound in the last week. He gets to eat KITTY FOOD for a little while to fatten him back up. What a treat that is! Best we can figure it may have been a spider bite followed by an infection, but he is mostly OK now.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Louie is home again

Three years ago my neighbor called: my vet has a lovely bluepoint male looking for a home. His human had died; the daughter's cat was spraying the walls in protest. Daughter took the cat to the vet to have him euthanized as she could not keep him. Buster arrived with a white crocheted blankie and a hairbrush. After some consideration (Buster is a dog's name) and with no disrespect to his late human, we christened the cat Louis XIV in light of the fact he was much luckier than his namesake.
Louie was punky over the weekend, but perked up some on Sunday. By Monday morning he was one sick kitty and seriously dehydrated, so I checked him into the vet's and started calling every 4 hours for updates. He's home again, I hear (I am not). No clue what was wrong, but he is doing much better. It's only money, after all, and I will feel much better when I can get him to purr for me again.