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April 2010 - Page 2 of 2 - Hope for Liver Shunt Cats

Month: April 2010

De Goo Goo Goo, de Ga Ga Ga

(With apologies to Sting and The Police for the shameless riff on “De Do Do Do” lyrics)

De goo goo goo, de ga ga ga
Is all I want too say to you
De goo goo goo, de ga ga ga
Your innocence will pull me through
De goo goo goo, de ga ga ga
Is all I want too say to you
De goo goo goo, de ga ga ga
They’re meaningless and all that’s true

Time for another round of “True Confessions.”

I hereby and duly confess that I am a both a wordsmith and a word snob.  Hey, it’s my job! My ability to provide for the care and comfort of the beasties is directly proportional to how well I can convince clients that I exhibit a command and mastery of the English language. (Blog posts aside – I don’t get PAID for those LOL)

As a happily childfree chick, I escaped the “goo goo, ga ga” baby talk indoctrination, and I have secretly snorted scornfully at the piffle people prattle to their pets, partners and progeny.

Puhleeeeze, why insult their intelligence with all that gibberish?

Well, now I know.

Just LOOK at that face!

::squeeeeeeeeeeee:: 

After spending the first several months of Newt’s liver shunt diagnosis with him practically living over my heart while snuggled in his sling, and his darling little smile and brilliant copper eyes gazing back at me, I found my ability to communicate changing. 

Devolving into smaller sound bytes, tiny tidbits of the most elementary components needed to convey basic meaning. Morphing into a new language – a dizzying, kitten-smitten shorthand.

It’s still English. 

More or less.

Him ALWAYS has him happy face, yes him do!
Him mummy’s seepy baybay. Seeeeeeepy New New. 
Pookie poopy in him box; good Pookie! 
Cat Daddy, Schnookie hunnnnggggeeeee boy.  Him TARVIN’! 
New New ate ALLLL him din-dins!  Himz mummy good widdle boy, yes him is! 

Your innocence will pull me through, indeed.

Smiles and Spindles

Just a little woohoo and a quick snap of Newt before I toddle off for a much-needed nap.  (Note to self: you are getting entirely too damn old for all-nighters, no matter HOW much coffee you drink!)

Got a wonderful surprise in the post yesterday – my first RAK!   Newt’s newest fan sent us a beautiful, brand new, Ashford drop spindle. Awesomeness!  I really didn’t quite believe it when told that a Random Act of Kindness (RAK) was in the mail after an earlier post where I fantasized about learning to spin wool.

But it’s here, and it’s real, and it’s from New Zealand! It has SUCH a nice heft and balance.  I know nothing about spinning and spindles and such, but I do know power tools; so, I figure it’s the same basic premise, right? LOL

Cat Daddy is much relieved, as he was having nightmares about sheep eating his lawn, and bunnies … uhm … well, you know.  Ahem.  “Cavorting” like bunnnies.  ::snork:: Yeah, we have a pretty juvenile sense of humor at times.  Keeps us laughing!  After almost 20 years, we still snort and giggle together like kids. 

He barely raises his eyebrows anymore when I launch into the latest and greatest grandiose plan; but he did draw the line at sheep and bunnies.  Can’t say I blame him. 

But I do find it hard to believe that after all these years spent in an endless, ongoing, cycle of sweeping / brushing / grooming, while bemoaning the overabundance of Collie-produced, downy fluff – giant hairy tumbleweeds coating every available surface – that I am telling the Dog “You aren’t producing enough fur!”

Knitting with Cat Hair

So I get home and discover Cat Daddy, while wearing Newt in the sling, dancing nekkid in the tulips  spinning cat hair, and knitting pajamas for the dog.

Sorry, I’m not a major corporation, able to pull off a grandiose April Fool’s Day (AFD) joke. This was the best attempt I could conjure, what with pulling an all nighter, and having no clue as to what types of foolish antics our liver shunt cats might play on us.  Unless you consider the 23 days of rapid-cycling with no apparent cause only to be seemingly be resolved as mysteriously as it appeared to be an early AFD joke.

Hmmmmm that’s as good an explanation as any!

Newt continues to do well.  He’s nestled in the Annex Box here beside me, after eating all his meals today, and then foraging and begging for morsels from our dinner. Yay!