Well, this past week has been one of the longest blurs of my life. Toward the end of last week, Bibianna came down with the flu on top of the bronchitis bug that she had. By Friday night, I had spiked a fever and I was so sick by Monday that Joey had to take me to the doctor, who informed me that I had the flu also. Bibianna, on the other hand was well enough to go to school on Monday, despite a hacking cough. The next few days for me were a feverish and achy nightmare except that I never actually went to sleep. I listened 24/7 to CNN and during feverish half-awake/half-asleep delusions I actually thought that I was running for president. Anyway, I couldn't breathe, and when I can't breathe I can't sleep. Although I knew that I wasn't actually going to die, it was awful. This morning I woke up. I woke up! And then I realized that if I was waking up, then that meant I had slept. I had SLEPT!!! Which meant that I could breathe. And, not only could I breathe, but I could talk again. Now, it isn't the carefree breathing that most of us take for granted, or the gentle lilting voice so pleasant to the ears, but it was breathing and talking, neither of which I have done in several days. I have only two words to say for next year: FLU SHOT.
After Scooter's passing last week, the four of us all realized that we could not live without a kitty in the house. So,the girls and I scoured the adoption sites and found a kitten only 5 months old that looked almost like Scooter. He was DSH (for domestic short hair) 11112640. I called the Animal Shelter, gave them the number and then listened dejectedly as they told me that little DSH 11112640 was already gone. Not easily discouraged, Bibianna and I dropped Carolyn at ballet and then stopped in PetCo to take a gander at any kittens that they had for adoption. (They always have a ton and I always have to force the girls past them for fear that we will end up with several at our house.) Bibianna and I ran into PetCo, and straight to the cages. Big sign: "We are sorry, but kitten season is over for this year." Kitten season? Is there such a thing as kitten season? Really? Well, disappointed, and a little confused, Bibianna and I headed on to PetSmart. We ran into the store and having never been there before had to search for the adoption center looking something like a cross between the Scooby Doo Gang and the Bowry Boys. Then we saw HIM! The same sweet cute Scooter like kitten that we had called the Animal Shelter about. Little DSH11112640. We ran to the front of the store like we had just discovered oil and after they let us hold the little kitty and discover that he was just too sweet, we snapped him up along with some kitten food and new kittie litter. Then off to ballet to get Carolyn we sped. The three of us brought new little no-name kittie home to meet Joey. The picture was complete.
So, this week, while I was moaning and crying about being sick, and Carolyn and Bibianna were fighting at their most feroricious level because I had no voice to tell them to stop, the new little no-name kitty and Honey laid with me to make me feel better. It took about one day for no-name to figure out that Honey wasn't going to hurt him, another day for Honey to realize that no-name has claws and isn't afraid to use them, and one more day for no-name to figure out the Honey likes to be chased. Now the two of them are the best of friends and the greatest company a grumpy old sick woman could ask for. It is fun having a "baby" in the house again, although we have had several items broken already. It is good therapy for all of us.
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