After Softie passed away I firmly said I don’t want any more pets. Ever. I realize that’s a pretty normal emotional response after a pet dies. I’ve gone through it enough times, also, to know that the feeling subsides and pet people tend to stay pet people despite the periods of heartache.
Right now we’re focusing on bringing Scratchy’s weight down. It’s easier to regulate how much he eats when he’s the only one we have to feed. We only feed him twice a day now, and have learned to tell him no when he tries to beg for snacks. The kids encourage him to exercise with a flashlight – he chases the beam around the floor, and especially up and down stairs. So far he doesn’t suspect that this is for his own good.
He also has occasional weigh-ins on the Wii board. These are usually rather dangerous affairs for whichever kid (usually Alex) has to hold Scratchy, because while he’s very affectionate, he doesn’t like to be picked up.
Anyway, like all people trying to shed some pounds, he has had his ups and downs. We were pretty pleased when he lost a pound – only the kids wanted to reward him with a couple of cat treats, which kind of defeats the whole purpose of rationing his food…
Most recently he’s put some weight back on, so either someone’s been slipping him some extra kibble or the flashlight batteries have died and no one’s replaced them.
Scratchy has become a bit more sociable recently. Before, he would race out of the room and hide if anyone came to visit. Even family and friends who are here on a relatively regular basis would send him hissing and running up the stairs to hid under a bed. But we’ve noticed a change. He isn’t as quick to run away, and he doesn’t hiss so much. He even lets people – OTHER people – pet him.
I’m wondering if he misses his sister.
If, maybe, he needs some sort of interaction with other living creatures, and with Softie gone, he is gravitating toward these tall, non-feline beings that visit.
Or maybe she’d been telling him people were out to get him and he’s realizing that she was just messing with his head. Sisters do that.
Anyway, when he’s not begging for food or chasing balls of light, Scratchy does his best to cover all the chairs with white hair.
We’ve had family visiting from Seattle for the past several days, and on the first day we put together a clambake – a huge pot (about 7 gallons) filled with potatoes, chorizo, sausage, corn on the cob, steamers, little necks, and lobster.
My original laptop finally quit on me a while back, but I haven’t been able to do anything to replace it. So I told myself in a stern voice that once upon a time I didn’t even have a laptop, I used the desktop computer and that was just fine, and there was no reason I couldn’t do that again, so stop feeling sorry for your laptopless self right now, missy.
So I used the computer in our music/computer room and of course that worked fine.
Except for when the kids needed to practice. I’d be in the way. Or on the stool they needed to sit on. Or it was Alex practicing violin and it kind of hurt my ears to be so close to all that…………music.
So I started trying to figure out how to fix that.
(I know, I know, such a problem to complain about when there are so many other bigger issues in the world. But this is not a heavy website, it’s a light one. So my laptop issues are pretty much as heavy as things get.)
Anyway, it occurred to me that my mother bought a laptop years ago that she very, very, very, rarely (or never) used. Periodically she would call me or my sister for help getting it started again because it would sit dormant for so long it wouldn’t get updated and just ran sloooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwly at best. Plus it’s got a semron processor, which, I discovered, was the kind dinosaurs used on their laptops. Not the fast-paced dinosaurs, but the slow, lumbering kind.
I offered to buy the laptop from my mother, and she refused that, saying she’d like to give it to me and in return I could help her choose a new one when she decided to do that. So I said okay.
And I brought it home and plugged it in, and twenty five millennia later, I was able to get past the “Welcome” screen and attempt to explore things. I’ll fast forward through the agony and just say that for a birthday gift Bill asked his computer guy coworker to get all the stuff off my death-bed laptop and get this “new” one to run better/faster.
So here I am. And it’s even better than I expected, because Awesome Computer Guy added RAM and memory and cleaned it all up and tricked it into running faster with some sort of Computer Guy magic.
I am SO grateful.
And now I’m just getting used to having the laptop again. I got out of my writing habits (which, I know, were sometimes pretty sporadic), and for a while I didn’t even know where to set it up. But now I’m here in the living room, by the big front window, which is one of the two places I used to like to sit and type. The other place was downstairs on the same work table as my sewing machine, but since I rearranged everything down in the sewing area, that might not work out now.
Bill (the Hunter, the Great Provider, Farmer of the Bay and Gardener of the Back Yard) has been doing a bunch of crabbing lately. We’re eating our fill and then packing the remaining meat in crab stock and freezing it.
I’m looking forward to winter, when we’ll thaw one of those packages and make something yummy with locally caught crab meat…stuffed mushrooms, maybe. Stuffed flounder. Cheese and Crabmeat Fondue. Crab Rangoon. Who knows what else.