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26 February 2017

The new thing

 
Milton
26 February 2017
 
He continues to do well on steroids, though the tumor continues to grow. You can see it in this photo, in the patch of white fur just below the black at his hip. Part of me wants to have the vet just pop it out, but the voice of reason reminds me that it's only been two months since the last one came out. I know there are at least two in there. He will be 16 Wednesday. VoR says more surgery is rather unfair.
 
He seems happy. Less aggressively kitten than a couple of months ago, but still tending toward risk-taking kitten. A kitten who gives no fucks about anything that previously frightened him. I think it's the steroids. When I've been on a dose pack for the spinal nerve damage, I've been the same way. Weirdly fearless. Though while I lose my appetite, he's eating anything not nailed down.
 
The weather seems to irk him. It's been raining a good deal, so it's been cloudy a lot and today, the high is in the 50s. He's a heat-seeking feline, and prefers to have many patches of sunshine from which to choose. Those have been in short supply. But when it's been sunny, he's been galloping around quite happily.
 
But he's developed a new thing: he parks himself on my desk chair, a place he formerly shunned. We're not sure why he suddenly loves that chair, but if I put a dining room chair by my desk, he will sleep there and let me have my desk chair. Mostly he seems to want to be on me or next to me.
 
Some months back, I'd commented to the daughter that I'd always expected that Milton would outlive Olivier, and recently discovered that instead they will probably be racing each other to the finish line. His owner told me that Olivier has stopped eating and is refusing to go outdoors, both extremely anomalous behaviours. Olivier was successfully treated for cancer some years back, but his may have returned also.
 
It just breaks my heart.
 
Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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26 January 2017

Drought? What drought?

 
To end the weekend's rain: Hail!
23 January 2017
 
I went out this morning to do a bit of clean up, post storm. Or more accurately, post three storms. We were hit by a line up starting last Thursday.

I am not complaining. Too much.

I emptied out a garbage can that probably had 5 inches of water in it. It wasn't uncovered until Sunday afternoon, so that would give you an idea of how much water came out of the sky.

My garage flooded despite my standing out in the cold and wet putting plastic up to keep water from advancing under the wall. The drains were overwhelmed. There was so much water pouring down the street that you couldn't even see the drain outlet in the curb. The inside of the house smelled of mud and water because of the damp under the raised foundation.

According to the stats I saw in the paper this morning, DTLA has gotten 14 inches of rain since the beginning of the season. That is almost an entire season's worth of precipitation, and it's only January.

We need the water. But it would be good for things to dry out a little before the next storm (next week).

Last Friday, watching the water whip around the street, I caught sight of a crow in the neighbor's driveway, having the bath of a lifetime. And I realized that for this crow, it was the bath of a lifetime. It had probably never seen that much rain, ever.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6. Milton update: In a word, sardines! Why die when there are sardines? Seriously, he's doing fine. And no, the friendly water agencies assure us the drought is not over. Even this much water isn't enough to make up for lost time!
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19 January 2017

Where do we go...?


Newport Beach, California
14 January 2017

I've been longing to visit my hometown--actually I've just been longing to get out of Dodge, if you get my drift--but at this particular moment don't really feel like I can do that.

Somewhere. Some time. Soon.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6. Milton update: still holding on, happily and energetically. And eating with enthusiasm. Playing. Etc.
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17 January 2017

The devil you know


Goats
17 January 2017

We call them Azazel and Beelzebub. Mainly because the first time we saw the one on the left (he wasn't posing for photos today, just showing his chin and teeth), he scared the living hell out of the daughter and I. He was completely unexpected and just appeared in that window as we walked by. A few weeks later, the spouse and I ran into the owner and had a nice conversation about the pair (we hadn't known there was a pair, just the holy terror on the left, who apparently isn't a terror at all) along with life in general. Now, when I take anyone on walks, the route is determined by the answer to the question "goats or no goats?"

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6. Milton update: he seems to be doing well on the steroids. Currently stretching and suggesting dinner.
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15 January 2017

The Wedge

 
Newport Beach, California
14 January 2017

12 January 2017

Always up to something


Milton
10 March 2007

I was the enfant terrible, always asking the questions I wasn't supposed to. And of course, one day when I was 7 or 8, I asked the question about my dog going to heaven. And was told that my dog didn't have a soul, so wouldn't be going to heaven.

"Then I won't go to heaven either, " I announced.

You can see how I ended up raised-as-a-Catholic but at the end of the day, not a Catholic.

So this is where we are.

The tumors have returned. Their growth seems to have accelerated. We are out of options. I would like weeks, but I suspect days.

And there it is.

I hope that if I gave him anything in all our years together, it was knowledge that love and security existed for him. That he and his perfect little cat soul have been so loved. That if there is an afterlife, I am content to spend it with the animals.

Tech stuff: Taken with a Canon PowerShot S110. It's true. I prefer animals to most people.
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02 January 2017

Stormy skies


Newport Beach, California
31 December 2016

[Paragraphs raving about idiot climatologists who lack humility redacted]

It's been raining.

This is a good thing.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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