My cat is well now / He runs, jumps, and makes trouble / Just like his old self
I am so happy that my kitty is all better! He even pooped in his box yesterday, so he’s obviously not having trouble squatting any more. He jumps up onto things and claws the carpet and takes swipes at me and insists on going outside when he wants to, just like before. He’s back! Yay! I have been so stressed and worried about him.
Today, I have my midweek run, then at noon Mom and I will be heading down to Lancaster for lunch and a bit of shopping before she goes to her appointment with her eye doctor. It should be a pleasant day. I will try to pick up some aquarium salt while I’m there, there’s some sort of pet store in the complex with the Black Angus where we like to eat lunch. Also a Wal-Mart, if there’s time. (I suppose we could leave earlier and make time, but we’ll have over an hour before her appointment, so it all depends on how long it takes to have lunch.)
That’s all I have planned for today. Other than that, I will probably try to finish going through my livejournal and journalfen to get them updated. I’m back to February 2003, so I only have about six months to go. I re-ran ljmigrate last night to bring over my latest LJ post, and I think I’ve finally figured out why it re-posts certain posts—it must be the ones I’ve edited in LJ, because I noticed it was all the ones with pictures in them that I edited the links for. I should just edit the LJ post and delete the JF post, and let ljmigrate re-post it, but I’ve been afraid I might be wrong (again) about what’s happening and lose posts from JF. Well, there aren’t that many more, it won’t hurt to skim through the subject lines one more time looking for duplicates after the next time I run ljmigrate. I will finish the journal updates before I run it again, though, so it will only be one more time.
I found one more problematic post in LJ that I’ve deleted: my translation of Yoichiro Kohga’s “Bed-Side License,” a story in which a 14-year-old boy seduces his doctor. Heh. It’s text, so it probably wouldn’t be ban-worthy, and it’s four years old besides, but away it goes.
I feel very good today. I’m so relieved that my kitty is better. I expect to have, oh, at least 10 more years with him, and for him to die peacefully of old age on my hearth. Well, I don’t have a hearth, but you know what I mean.
Yesterday, I posted a photo of the lovely brown cow (how now?) in the Flossie Flops pen at the Mountain Festival. Today, here are the two adorable little goats that were keeping her company. They were also very friendly and pettable. They liked to lick and nibble at visitors, but wouldn’t bite.
I said I wanted a couple of cute little goats, and someone sitting across from my brother immediately said, “You want goats? My (sister? wife? cousin? I don’t remember) sells them.” He was all set to hook me up. I must remember that, around here, if you spout off about wanting a dog/cat/goat/horse/llama/ostrich, people will take you seriously, and try to fix you up with one.
