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“He’s up there, isn’t he?”

Image Copyright Being Aunt Debbie

Image Copyright Being Aunt Debbie

Image Copyright Being Aunt Debbie

Image Copyright Being Aunt Debbie

Image Copyright Being Aunt Debbie
I’ve been searching my brain for days, trying to come up with something to write about. I guess it happens to everyone, but I wish it wouldn’t happen to me. I’m not even sure where this post will lead; I suppose we’ll find out together.
My pain level has been pretty high this past couple of days. I suppose that’s why I’m struggling with my writing. Chronic pain causes exhaustion, lack of concentration, and a total lack of desire to do anything, It takes everything in me to shake off that kind of depression. It’s difficult to do but when something you were looking forward to gets ripped right out from under you, it’s even harder. You wonder, “Why the fuck do I even try.”
Next week, I’m getting Gel One injections in my knees. I’m hoping this particular type will help more than the last, but I’m not getting my hopes up. I’m not too anxious about the shots since I went through this 6 months ago. I know what to expect now and I know it’s not painful; it’s mostly just pressure in the knees and a little uncomfortable.
I am looking forward to seeing my sister, my daughter and my grandson very soon! I wish I could cook like I use to. I would love to cook up a feast for them! The house could use a good deep cleaning….but I can’t do that either. The grandson is nearly 4 years old now. I haven’t seen him since he was less than 2 years old! I’m pretty sure that if my furbabies knew about this visit and could offer their two cents, they would say, “Noooooo! Don’t let them come!” I’m also sure they will make themselves scarce during the visit! They’re just not used to little people with loud voices!
Dad had a coughing fit tonight and just about scared the daylights out of me. He was eating tootsie rolls and I always warn him to be careful. Chewy candy, in general, produces too much saliva. Anyway, I thought I was going to have to do the Heimlich Maneuver, but he caught his breath and coughed it out. Thank goodness. That man scares the hell out of me sometimes. He will be 81 in February.
It’s nearly 1 a.m. as I type this. I should go to bed but I’m half-ass watching this LMN movie about a crazy guy stalking the neighbor woman whom he apparently knew in the past. She knows him from somewhere but can’t put her finger on it. It will all come out in the wash! These movies are so predictable and seriously if you’ve seen one it’s a safe bet that you’ll see another and another with the same plot with different actors!
Well, my eyes are getting heavy and I keep hitting the wrong keys. I must be tired. I hope my pain level is lower tomorrow because I have some errands to run. Dad and I usually have lunch out on Saturdays too. It would be nice to be able to enjoy some time away from home without too much pain….but, that’s my life. I do what I can, when I can.
If you’ve been following my blog, then you know I lost my 18.5-year-old cat, Fuzzy, in February. Don’t worry, this post isn’t about Fuzzy….
After Fuzzy crossed the rainbow bridge, I was suddenly left with only 5 cats. For 5 months I was 1 cat short of keeping my “Crazy Cat Lady” status! But in July on my birthday, a beautiful stray female cat found me. She came out of the woods covered with ticks and her fur matted. She actually looks like she might be part Maine Coon. After I got rid of the ticks I let her in the house. She immediately fit in with my other 5 cats. She seemed so familiar with the house, the other cats, our routine. She actually reminds me of Fuzzy. She doesn’t look like him at all, but she sounds like him, behaves like him, likes the same foods, and she cuddles like he did too. His grave is not too far from where I first saw her. Is it strange to think that somehow he led her to me?

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I knew this poor lost kitty belonged to someone because the vet said she had been spayed. Her ears were clean, no mites. She had some matted fur but she was pretty clean for a stray. I placed a few online ads to find her owners. I didn’t try too hard though. Is that bad?! No one has contacted me, no one has come looking. I’m keeping her. She’s a beautiful, well-behaved, loving cat. She gave me back my “Crazy Cat Lady” status! I just love her to pieces.
Now, as difficult as it is for me to take care of 6 cats, I know how boring my life would be without them all. I despise the litter boxes, but it’s a necessity. Feeding time is a chore as well because each cat has his or her own ‘quirk’ that I must deal with. Cleaning up the occasional hairball mess is just plain gross! But the cuddles, snuggles, and headbutts are the best and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
On that note, I would like to invite you to my new blog entitled “Hairballs and Headbutts – Shenanigans of Six Finicky Felines – A Photo Collection” which is just a simple photo collection of my crazy fur-family! Please check it out over at blogger.com and feel free to say hello!