A Tale of Two Kitties


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medSadly, I now have two cats to medicate twice per day. I have been giving Chase his insulin shots twice a day for a few years now. He is the perfect patient. I have two Type 1 Diabetic sons so Diabetes, insulin, needles and shots are no big deal around my house. We learned all about this horrible disease when my youngest son was diagnosed at age 11. He’s 20 now. I learned how to give shots and not think twice about it.

When the cat was diagnosed, too, we took it in stride. It helps that Chase is patient and loving. He’s a big marshmallow who comes and asks for his shot twice a day because he knows he’s going to get love and treats. I can say the word “shot” and he heads for the treats counter.

Ginger is loving, but she’s not as trusting or as forgiving as Chase is. She’s also tiny – only 7.5 pounds on her best day. She’d lost weight recently so we headed for the vet and a series of tests. She was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. She now needs medicine twice a day, too. The only problem is she doesn’t eat anything other than crunchy dry food so hiding a pill in food or compounding the medicine into a soft chew is not an option with her. She wouldn’t eat it. I also don’t want to force a pill down her throat twice a day. She’s so shy and timid and it was hard to earn her trust. I won’t do that to her. So we had a third option – transdermal medicine.

The theory is great. You dial up a dose and using a glove, you rub it into the inside of her ear, and it gets absorbed into her skin. The actual practice of it is not so easy. I watched videos online of how to do this. The cats in the videos were like Chase – placid, calm and accepting.

My first problem was when I dialed the medicine up. It squirted out of the syringe and onto my Mac keyboard. I wasted two doses and I had to carefully wipe it off the keyboard. It’s not supposed to get onto my skin or I could absorb the medicine. The second problem was getting it onto the cat. She was less than happy with the goo in her ear. She let me do it, but she didn’t want to talk to me for a good portion of the evening afterwards. The third problem was getting the glove back off. I did it the way the video said – turn it inside out and pull it off. Somehow some of the medicine got onto my ungloved hand.

I have to give her another dose in a few minutes as we start her second day on the medicine. Let’s just say I’m less than thrilled with the prospect. I’m not sure how or why I ended up with two cats to medicate. Maybe I should’ve been a nurse.

As I Cough


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Welcome to my own version of ‘If We Were Having Coffee’. Awoken at 3:22 a.m. by a persistent nagging tickle in my throat, I now lie awake. My younger son has been sneezing and sniffling so I suspect the same thing in the air that’s been bothering him has gotten to me, too. I got up and used my inhaler and now find my lungs pumping out all kinds of junk, trying to clear themselves. So I cough and clear my throat repeatedly and wait for it to stop so I can get a tad more sleep. As I lie awake, my mind churns and I think about all kinds of things.

I grab my phone and try to jot down a few more lines for my book and don’t find that working particularly well for me at the moment. I need Scrivener and the index cards with my dates and details. Inspiration is not coming without the prompting about where to go next. I need my road map.

I miss my hubby here beside me when he’s on the road. Sometimes the gentle sounds of his breathing (or yes, even his snoring) help soothe me back to sleep. Mostly it’s just the warmth of his body to snuggle up against that brings me comfort and chases bad dreams or unwanted thoughts out of my head. Lying here alone sucks. At the moment I don’t even have feline companionship. Both are elsewhere.

I think about school. Another class nears its end, and it’s one that I have not been enjoying. Although a classmate I barely know made my night last night when she told me she loves reading my posts (“they are so honest. You give clear-cut answers. You are more than you think and have come a long way as most of us have.”) Four more days to go in this class and then I have a month off. I just ordered my textbooks for the fall semester and my next two classes. I only have five classes left to go. I’m not sure how things will turn out once I complete this second degree.

I think about work. I admit it’s been difficult lately, and that’s all I will share here. I try not to mention work in blog posts. Recent days off devoting time and attention to just my hubby has me longing for retirement and a different way of life. I long to just be a wife. I’d be content if that was my sole focus. I almost wish we could afford for me to go on the road with him but we can’t and I’m not a traveler. I crave his company that much.

I think about how my body has betrayed me recently. I threw my back out (again), and after walking crooked for a week, my knee decided to act up as well. I’ve spent a few days feeling more like 86 than 56, and it’s slow coming around. I try not to complain because I know I’m more fortunate than others who can’t walk at all, and mine will heal in time.

I think about the raggedy mess my yard is. Arthritis and my back have prevented my weeding and all the flowerbeds are overgrown and weed-filled. The grass is too long, and I think we have another bee’s nest on the garage. The tangled jungle in the yard depresses me.

It’s silly, but I also think about being a blonde. Life changed somehow when I made that change. Blondes really do have more fun. I picked up a new attitude to go with the hair. Blonde is here to stay.


I think about friends. I talked on the phone last evening with a friend who now lives in North Carolina. I’ve known her for at least thirty years, I spent quite a bit of time at her house at one point in my life, and we worked together on two different jobs. We talk through Facebook, and last night when she asked for my phone number, she called me. It was wonderful to hear her voice again.

I realize now as it approaches 4:30 and I’m still tapping away on my phone that my throat has finally calmed itself enough (after an hour of restlessness) and I think I can now try to sleep for another hour or so. So I will leave you all and return to my slumbers. Good night.



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obnoxiousThe class I am taking at the moment in my Paralegal Studies degree program is Legal Research and Writing I (yes, there will be a “II” class). It’s not a bad class. It’s pretty much what I figured. We are doing research and writing (ha!). It’s a lot of brief writing, and while that’s hard to do, it’s manageable.

What’s not so manageable is a couple of the women in the class. If I cared more, I’d look up their backgrounds, but that’s not important right now. One likes to grill everyone else. We’re all learning this stuff; I don’t think any one of us qualifies as an expert. The scenario we are working on now involves a Trademark infringement case. Yes, I work at a law firm and have nine years’ actual experience in Intellectual Property law, but I haven’t lorded my experience level over anyone nor will I.

The “griller” waits until someone posts and then she dissects what they’ve posted (this is a fellow student – not the teacher). She will ask how we came to that conclusion, and then her posts will invariably begin with, “the statute says….”. She has yet to cite any of her references so I’m not sure if the statute says anything along the lines of what she says it does, and frankly, I don’t care. I answered one of her replies to a post of mine by stating, “well, you’re obviously more well-read on the subject than I am. I’m just learning this stuff”. I don’t feel that it’s necessary to make someone else feel bad about themselves to make yourself feel better.

Then there’s the obnoxious idiot. The “idiot” writes long posts, and she’s very chatty and friendly-sounding until she comments on one of your posts. Then she will say, “do you mind if I give you a helpful tip?” I’d like to say, “Hell, yes, I mind. Buzz off.” (Again, this is a fellow student – not the teacher). She’ll go on an on about how to do something, and then she’ll apologize if she came off as abrasive or obnoxious. I think that if you have to apologize for how you sounded on a regular basis, then you need to re-think what you just wrote. You obviously know you said something that might be misconstrued; so then don’t say it in the first place!

We do a reflection at the end of the week each week. Last week’s reflection prompt asked how we thought we were doing at the mid-way point of the class. I am afraid that I might have told the teacher I was doing well, but that there were two individuals in the class who made the experience less than enjoyable. I did not mention names; I didn’t think that I had to. Hey, you asked for my opinion. I’m going to give it. I am wise enough not to let the obnoxious part of me out on a daily basis, especially in a  class forum where I am getting graded on playing nice with others. I told the teacher my opinion in private. What she chooses to do with that information is her choice.

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Best Hubby Ever


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I think I have the best hubby ever. He’s my biggest supporter. He just gets me.

I selected a small town in northwest Pennsylvania as a model location for the novel I’m writing. It was easier for me to “see” the characters in the town if I had an actual place to work with. I researched the high school, the hospital, various businesses and the streets and houses in the real town. I found houses for sale online and looked at images of the interiors and exteriors. I made those houses the houses where my main characters live.

To help with the visualization, my hubby suggested a day trip (or an overnight trip) to look around the real town. I’m not much of a traveler and usually resist going anywhere, but doing research for my book sounded like a fun and interesting idea.

b&bWe stayed at a nice bed and breakfast located not too far away from the model for my fictional town.  We ended up driving around and through my model town, and I got to photograph various locations. I took pictures of the high school, various stores, businesses and streets. We went to the houses I had found for my characters to live in. The house I selected for my hero has since been purchased so I was careful when photographing that one. I didn’t want someone calling the cops about this crazy lady taking cell phone pictures of their new home. We had a meal at the Applebee’s in town, and we stopped at the Wal-Mart – all things my characters would do.

I think I have the best hubby ever, and I loved that he indulged his silly writer wife as she gawked around at a small town not all that different from where we live in upstate New York. I certainly could have used my imagination to create the settings I needed, but then I wouldn’t have had this great weekend away with the man I love.



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