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Thanks for the good-karma kitty thoughts!

Ben the cat is fine. After all the procedures, there's nothing wrong with him that they can find. I'm kind of rolling my eyes, but. but. it's weird and has been going on for a long time. I had to know. Tissue samples are being biopsied but nothing ever suggested cancer so this is just to see what they say. I was worried about the anaesthesia, but he came through fine. I ended up leaving him there until mid-evening so they could run fluids through him. He had to have a little Valium to relax enough to pee. Heh - stoned kitty. He was happy to be home and scarfed 2 jars of baby food, yay.

I could have gone to work in the afternoon, but went over to the ex's house instead and hung out with his GF for a couple of hour (we really are all friends), then went home & started the new Kate Shugak mystery (by Dana Stabenow). I think Kate Shugak is my favorite fictional character. She's who I'd like to be when I grow up.

I'll be talking to the vet when the tissue cultures are back, but right now, I'm writing this up to Just One Of Those Things, like most of the women in my family having a red blood cell count on the low end of normal. Perhaps I'll try accupuncture on him. This ended up costing as much as a used car, but I'm glad to know. He and Java are my guys, you know?

I've never kept the level of interest in a relationship that I keep with my pets. Things get said or done and I just want to leave or would rather be alone, and I do, and am. But I've made a commitment to my pets in a way that I never have with a human/ The ex and I weren't married; just together for 11 years; it's easier calling him the ex than the POSSLQ who isn't one anymore. I do wonder if this kind of commitment is what people feel when they get married. I'll do everything in my power to keep them safe and healthy, and I will be there for them their entire lives. In return, I get such a kick out of how themselves they are. When I got back from the vet and curled up on the couch with a book, Shoo perched next to me on top of the blanket, and Java burrowed under the blanket. They crack me up. Ben was a sweetheart at the vet. The vet techs probably say it to all the pet-parents, but I love it when they comment on how beautiful he is, how big his paws are, and what a sweet guy he is. Oh, and their office? Gorgeous.

Back to being super cheap about dining out and buying clothes so I can pay this off.

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I drove back to my house through Southern Sonoma County yesterday. The rains have produced grass - enough to cover the hillsides but leave deer trails and cow paths showing white in contrast. Winter in California is as to spring on the east coast. It's a treat to be outside and be a thankful observor of the different shades of green that are beginning to appear. Alot of our trees are not decidious, the magnificant & native live oak first among them. They stand gnarled and sentinental against deeping blue skies as the sun starts to go down. Buckeyes are down to bare bones, having shed the last of their leaves and chestnuts in the first heavy rains, but they are the first tree to bud, in late winter. I was surprised to read recently in a Native Plant booklet that dog fennel (anise) is an invasive non-native; I'd thought it was native; the mature plants are starting to die, leaving brown lacey stalks that are an excellent bird habitat, while the tiny new fronds, bright green, are starting to peek up at the base of the parents.