Good morning, Cutetropolitans! Today’s conversation cat is Lily, taking advantage of reader Jan B.’s convalescence after knee surgery — “A job she takes very seriously,” says Jan.
Weekend Open Thread
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Good morning! Facebook users, don’t forget to vote for Gator the pup in this poll. You can vote once a day until July 7, and if Gator gets the most votes, his rescue group gets free dog beds!
https://poll.app.do/june-dog-of-the-month-contest/AVUW7tcF
Just voted and it looks like Gator is trailing Queen Lumpia by 1-2%. Vote vote vote like a baby stoat!
I didn’t realize you could vote more than once! Will make a note to vote every day!
Right now Gator is at 3,029 (42.6%), ahead of Queen Lumpia at 2,968 (41.7%).
And if you’re not on Facebook but would still like to help these folks out, you can click the “donate” button on the Furry Farm Rescue website. I’m sure it will mean so much to them.
Love seeing what a dignified cat Lily has become!
Lily is beautiful! Heal soon, completely, and with minimal discomfort, Jan B.!
Lily says, “Now you have no excuse not to devote 100% of your time to me!”
As it should be, pretty girl, as it should be. 😃
It’s nice to see a cat with a mission. And random patches of calico. How’s your knee doing, Jan?
After I run errands this morning, I plan to do very little: some baking and cooking, plus extensive Fred-cuddling. Maybe some basement cleaning–or not. It’s cold and rainy here, and I’m still feeling drained from all of Fred’s drama this week.
Fred Weasleycat has definitely perked up and I’m cautiously optimistic. He seems able to see but still has a hard time walking. He’s eating, drinking, using the litter box in his room, and best of all purring like a lion. Fred has never been an affectionate or even friendly cat, but now he wants all the pettings. Since he’s taken to curling up in corners of the room or the closet, behind stuff, it can be tricky to get to him, but it’s so worth it. Thanks, everybody, for the good wishes–I’m sure your support helped him. We go back to the vet this coming Friday so I’ll report back next Saturday.
Love hearing the good news about your Weaseycat. Here’s hoping more good news next week. It can be hard having a sick pet since they really can’t tell us where it hurts and their instinct is generally to go curl up in an inaccessible spot.
That’s cheering news about Fred. I hope he can continue to mend.
Oh I do hope Fred is on the mend. The purring is a good sign – yes? Sending you good thoughts for the week!
Cats will purr when they’re sick, but these are definitely happy purrs. He’s been seeking pets and belly rubs like it’s his job.
Yay for some good news about Mr Weasleycat.
It is one of the best things in life when a not really affectionate cat wants pets.
I am trying to remember whether it was him who escaped a few years ago or maybe his brother?
It was his brother George. The Weasleycats keep me on my toes!
Four paws up Lily! Take good care of Jan!
And good news from Weasley…hope the healing continues.
Thank you Lily for taking such good care of Jan. She has gotten soo gorgeous. Sending positive vibes your way that you’re up and about shortly. But please take it easy, as tempting as it can be, don’t rush things, bodies seem to heal on their own schedule. One day you might feel almost 100% but then the next day the body says nope, just teasing, I’m only about 60% there.
This is my weekend to simultaneously clear out and stock up. I’m finally getting rid of some extra baby clothes I had from an earlier baby shower but then there’s a garage sale in my neighborhood. I help out with a local refugee assistance group and we have so many families now needing stuff so I’m bringing my shopping list. It’s going to be I’ll take all that, let’s get the bikes, plus those things in the corner. Good thing hubby has a truck and half of the garage is empty, lol.
Other than that just the usual weekend catch-ups plus visiting our friend who just had neck and spine surgery. He’s doing good but very sore. May go to a movie tomorrow, there’s so many good ones coming out now. Hmmm decisions, decisions, decisions.
Happy weekend everyone! And for those in the path of storms, stay safe.
Oh, almost forgot. If anyone has kids, nieces, nephews, random friend of a friend’s little cousin that is looking for a quick summertime readk, my cousin has written (and illustrated!) a really cute book about fairies. Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1976384354/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1
Lily, please come and visit me.
Peeps, I’m not doing well. Depressed and in a lot of pain. Finances shot. Wanting to shoot family.
Please try to have a good weekend.
I’m so sorry. That’s a lot of bad to deal with. The only issue I have a suggestion for is depression, a topic I am very familiar with. Often people (maybe not you so then this won’t be helpful) get upset that they’re depressed AND blame themselves for being depressed. Aside from any genetic/biological causes/sources, depression is a coping mechanism – it can be calming and give you perspective.
Hang in there, Duckie. Things will turn around eventually. We’re rooting for you!
Sorry, Duckie. We love you and send you healing vibes.
Oh Duckie, sorry to hear you are having difficulties; being depressed makes any other troubles seem even worse. “When you’re going through hell, keep going” (Churchill?) Find the bright spots where you can, like Cutetropolis, and I hope things turn around for you soon.
Duckie – where are you? I’ll come visit and we’ll make wombat poop-shaped fudge. I’ll also bring sling-shots so we can shoot them at your family.
splat.
Sorry you are feeling blue, sending good thought and lots of kitty hugs from my three fuzzbuckets.
Thanks, Tara. That was my first good laugh in over two weeks.
But I don’t think I want to waste good fudge, no matter what shape it is, on some members of my family. We can sit on the deck and eat fudge while watching baby squirrels play.
Eating fudge and watching baby squirrels play is as good a plan as can be, Duckie.
All I can say is, fantasize (emphasize fantasize) what you would love to do to the
kinfolk and keep paddling. It’s how I’ve made my way through depressing times.
Things will change and we are with you. Truly. Hugs, Duckie from me. Hugs.
Really? It doesn’t have to be the good stuff, and it would be so satisfying – especially if we put walnuts in it! 😉
Sitting on the deck, eating good fudge, and watching baby squirrels play, perhaps discussing our favorite Cutetropolis post?… sounds absolutely wonderful.
I’m with you in spirit xoxoxo
We have missed you, Duckie. Unfortunately I cannot say anything even remotely useful, so I am sending you hugs and purrs.
As for some family members – mine are only alive because Iam really bad at aiming. 🙂
Hang in there Duckie. It is quite a load you are bearing right now and it probably seems impossible to deal with and keep your sanity. And like Ems, I have no useful advice, but I do know that depression is so frequently misunderstood. Unfortunately people who have never experienced it, or haven’t bothered to learn about it, can say some damaging things. So please take care of yourself and if need be seek the help of a professional.
As for the family members that are causing you so much grief, my advice is to not let the bastards get you down!! 🤬
Hugs 💖
I don’t comment much anymore but I’m still around, lurking. I hope you feel better soon and I’ll be keeping you in my thoughts.
That’s my pretty girl! Thanks for all the encouragement, it’s very helpful! Recovery is progressing slowly, but it is progressing. Not sure how I’ll handle returning to work next week though. Lily won’t be too happy about it either, she’s used to me being home all the time!
A friend of my mom’s has a gorgeous little house panther named Nushi who has FIP. She can use all the good thoughts/wishes/vibes you can send her way, and if you have a few pennies to spare, she can use those too:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-nushi-beat-fip
Thanks again all!
My 85-year-old father is still in hospital suffering from a chest infection and isn’t doing well. I visit him every afternoon and today he was so weak he was barely able to talk or sit up in bed, hardly surprising as he has no interest in food and is living on ice-cream and milk. To take my mind off the possibility that he won’t recover I’ve decorated two bedrooms, the staircase, and the hallway…and had a ‘senior moment’ when I mistook a tube of wallpaper border adhesive for hair gel and came within a split second of applying it!
Alice, sorry to hear your father isn’t doing well. That’s rough. Sending healing thoughts to him and strength to you. Glad you avoided catastrophe with the wallpaper paste! It reminded me of when I returned from Australia. While there, I found the most wonderful roll-on sunblock. I have very sensitive skin on my face and this stuff is the miracle I’ve been looking for. But when I returned, I had jet lag so bad that even five days later getting ready in the morning, I put deodorant on the face, and the sunblock in the pits. Had to start all over again.
Best wishes to your dad. It sounds like he is near losing the will
to keep on. The good sign is he’s enjoying ice cream. It s easily
digested and can be full of nutrition. I have been where you are,
with an ailing aging parent, and it’s so, so, hard. My thoughts are
with you.
Alice, sending hugs and good thoughts your way. We’re here for you.
This is painful. I think I remember you saying you were a 10 minute walk away which is really good. Has he been in the hospital the whole time? It seems to me it’s been maybe a month or two that he’s been ill. It’s very preoccupying – the adhesive versus the hair gel is funny but I hope you have some activities that can take your mind off him completely for a bit of time, My mother died three years ago and the last five months of her life were like living in an anxiety cloud/fog. This may well not be a terminal condition for him but in any event take care of yourself too.
He was admitted as an emergency case suffering from breathing problems at the end of May and discharged after a week. Within hours of getting him home we realised that he had so little strength in his upper arms he couldn’t boost himself out of his armchair and I couldn’t lift him, so he had to sleep there and was re-admitted the next day. Since then he’s been almost helpless, incontinent and frequently confused – it’s as if he’s aged five years since going into hospital. And to cap it all, one day last week I arrived to find screens round his bed and the ward door closed – one of the men on the ward, confused but able to walk, had lost his temper about something and thrown his walking frame, hitting my dad on the head. Fortunately for him (and the hospital!) it was only a very minor wound.
I hope you find solace on Cutetropolis at these difficult times. I admire your idea for a coping mechanism, decorating all these must have been quite a job.
It was, but the house looks so much better. Another disaster, though – the recent heavy rainfall dislodged a lot of slates on my roof, and the emergency repair job cost £700. The insurance company won’t pay out because the damage wasn’t caused by a storm!
Sorry to hear of the rash of problems that have come your way. It never rains but it pours sometimes! Hope you can see your way through it. 🌺
Thanks! I feel as though I’m living in a Monty Python sketch. A few hours ago I had a phone call from the roofing company asking me to cancel my cheque…because it had been stolen from the owner’s van together with his laptop and a lot of paperwork! You couldn’t make this up. Oh, and I went to the hospital this afternoon and was delighted to find my dad sitting in a chair and looking and sounding much better than he did yesterday.
Kind of like a Month Python/Benny Hill fusion…
I don’t comment much anymore but I’m still here in the shadows. I’m sorry your father isn’t doing well, we have just been through it with my husband’s 98 year old mother. After almost 3 monts in the hospital she is now in a residential care home and doing OK. Hang in there and don’t forget to take care of yourself in this difficult time.
Oh Lily, you are so gorgeous. Looks like you are doing a fabulous job! Sending you good healing thoughts Jan!
Lily is one of the most elegant cats I have ever seen – a real lady.
Jan, I wish you a lot of strength for returning to work so soon, I hope everything will be OK.
Hi All, thinking of all of you who are having troubles today or are healing or generally need hugs.
Recuperation weekend for me. I’m actually having a pretty good day. My horrific tenant moved out this past week and a weight has been lifted. I hadn’t realized how bad his presence was. Anyone have any good advice on dispelling bad vibes? I’ve already put salt in the corners, burned sandal wood, and rung my singing bowls. But it still doesn’t feel right. The cats won’t even really go up there. Before he moved in that’s where I’d always find them.
I’m off soon to pick up new locks, visit the tool library and do some grocery shopping. The humidity is finally under control and tomorrow will be an out-door Stitch & Bitch. I’m going to bring a lemony no-bake cheese cake in this crust from the minimalist baker. https://minimalistbaker.com/vegan-matcha-swirl-cheesecake/ (I’m not a fan of the matcha.)
Sending lots of love to all of you! xotara
Hi Lily! Take good care of Jan!
Big hugs to everyone having troubles.
Going to my friend’s for dinner; I picked up some books for her kids a couple weeks ago so I have to deliver them. If that comes with food, who am I to say no?
Here’s something fun:
https://ifunny.co/video/christian-bless-this-doggo-who-stole-a-gopro-NV6JKHXY6
Run, doggo, run!
I have a semi-real world semi-emotional crisis regarding very young pigeons. I live in an apartment building in midtown Manhattan. One of my living room windows faces the back of an office building. A pigeon nested on a window sill approximately one floor down from my floor. There are two young birds in the nest, not able to go anywhere yet. Mom has spent most of every day with them. She seems to have disappeared. No sign of her all day yesterday and no sighting this morning.
I don’t know how long they can live without food or water. The window sill is no longer part of a working window. The frame was removed and what I see where the glass used to be is a sturdy wooden wall. I’m guessing whoever the tenant is remodeled. In order
YIPPPPPEEEEE! SHE’S BACK! The babies are ravenously attacking her beak. She only has one! Tears of relief! I found New York City Pigeon Rescue online and, even if I could have persuaded the tenants to break through their wall (if I could determine who they were) to rescue the babies, baby pigeons need to be trained by their mother/parents in order to learn how to make a living in Manhattan. Unsurprisingly, it’s not self-evident. Or I could have kept them for life in my one-bedroom apartment? I AM SO HAPPY MOM CAME BACK!
Yay for a happy ending!
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