Autumn in New England

[rolanni]

So, it's pretty much been routine medical appointments and yoga, with a side order of cat juggling, over the last week.

On the topic of cat juggling, I worry about Mozart; he's getting grumpier and more reclusive, but doesn't seem to be in any pain. He's just. . .a really old cat. The other day he hit Trooper in the head for no reason that my inferior human understanding could encompass -- it looked to me like the kid got whacked for the sin of jumping up on the bed, and burbling in my direction.

Happily, Trooper is a sunny little person, and slow to take offense. He settled down where he was, to prove that he could, of course; that's mandated in the manual.  After his point was made, he got up, head-butted Mozart gently, and jumped to the floor. I thought that was pretty classy, and apparently so did Mozart, who refrained from being offended.

This morning, was the second of three medical thingies.  After it was over, Steve and I motored on out to Fairfield to break our fasts at the Purple Cow.  Beyond the fact that we should have had the foresight to bring a friend to help us eat one breakfast between us all, I wish to state that New England chefs continue to Not Get biscuits and gravy.  Now, I know this, and you'd be perfectly justified in asking why I persist in ordering it.  The answer is that I haven't, for many years, unless we were actually, yanno, in the South, where they know from biscuits and gravy, but this morning I just. . .fell off the wagon.  It was OK, for what it was, which was something other than biscuits and gravy, and there was far too much of it.  Also, the coffee was good.

So, anyway -- one more medical appointment, on Monday, in Bangor, with a hammer -- no, wait; wrong game. One more to complete the set, I say, on Monday, and between then and now, the weekend, during which I finally hope to convince the new book that we're on the same side, and if it will only just trust me, I can, and will, help it.

Today, I've got to find our copy of A Night in the Lonesome October.  Because of the timing of the book tour, Steve and I are varying this year.  We'll be starting the journey a couple days early, so we'll finish up reading the night before we're to leave, so the book can stay safely at home with Mary the house sitter, and the cats, and not be subjected to the Dangers of the Road.

. . .and I think we're all caught up.  What're you doing this weekend that's fun and interesting?

For those who haven't seen it elsewhere, here's a picture of Trooper, waiting for me to get my yoga in gear.

The yogi is in
Photo by Sharon Lee

Comments

Cats, actually

[capricchio.livejournal.com]

I know you had to return Mr Whiskers as he did not fit with the existing family. Should you still have an opening (and since you will be in the neighborhood at the end of October), when I took my older cat to my vet the other day, they had the most delightful gray Maine Coone cat up for adoption. Linus is 9 years old and about 20 some odd pounds. (Rather shaped like a hassock but that's my view probably because my cats are all Siamese.) My recollection is his owner had moved and couldn't take him. He was wicked friendly and I swear I would have succumbed to his charms except my 11 year old Siamese reminded me we had 2 more cats at home and really did NOT need another. Should you feel you are in need of another cat, let me know and I'll connect you up with my vet in Peabody MA. (See! I said you were going to be in the neighborhood (sorta) soon! :)
Jeanne T

Re: Cats, actually

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Linus sounds lovely; and I hope he finds a home where he's loved and appreciated soon. Hassock-shaped in a Resting Maine Coon(tm) is permissible -- and occasionally misleading. Trooper settles into a kind of a hassock-look from which he can explode into four feet leap into the air, all toes extended, should a shiny twizler thingy suddenly enter his orbit.

We're obviously not bringing anybody on-board before we're home from the book tour; but we have been in discussion with some folks who are a little more local to us, and believe we have a lead on a young lady who may fit into the house.

Thank you for looking out for us!