I could do worse than to be my cat.
If I am reincarnated, I want Oscar’s life. My cat one of the most spoiled creatures ever to live. It’s not that we live in opulent splendor or that he has the most expensive cat food available. No, this is more about his sense of entitlement and success in achieving his goals. Continue reading “the privilege of being a cat”
Five days post-dental work, Oscar is feeling better. He has more energy and is mostly back to his old self. He is quite put out that he can’t have his usual dry food and crunchy treats. I try to explain that they are not allowed until after next Friday, when we go back to the vet. But, my efforts are falling on deaf ears … or maybe I’m not as proficient in “cat” as I thought I was. Either way, this is becoming the longest two weeks of my life! Continue reading “update on oscar”
Oscar is a joy and makes me smile every day, but for the next week or so he will have a sore little mouth.
So, my poor boy went to the vet’s office to get his teeth cleaned. For anyone who has not experienced feline dental care, it’s a long and expensive process. I drop my cat off by 8:30 am and don’t see him again until about 6:00 pm. I’m not sure how long the actual teeth cleaning takes, but I know how much it costs! Continue reading “a fluffy sweetie”
Like people, as animals age there seem to be more medical bills … and more discomfort about linking care and costs.
I adore Oscar. We have been together for almost 15 years and I cannot imagine life without him. Yet, in the past six months, he has been a rather expensive fellow. He has bad teeth – always has had – and needs to have his teeth cleaned … again. For anyone with animals, you know this is outrageously expensive and I have shelled out the cash every couple of years to have his teeth cleaned. Continue reading “yikes … my vet bill is how much?”
He lives a life I can only dream of …
Oscar was found wandering the streets of Pittsburgh more than 14 years ago. Somehow, he ended up on his own. His long, beautiful cream-colored fur was matted and dirty. He couldn’t hunt or hold his own in a fight, in part because he had been declawed. He had fleas and worms. Lori, with whom I work, is a cat lover and had been watching him for a few days, trying to find a way to grab him. Continue reading “on being a cat … living the life of Oscar”
Finding that the end reward isn’t necessarily about the product but the satisfaction in sharing. Sickeningly sweet sentiment, I know ….
March and April 2016 were busy months, as wood floors replaced old carpeting and the half bath began its transformation. I found myself looking at the calendar, as April and my mother’s arrival loomed in the not-too-distant future. Continue reading “ripping up carpeting and jazzing up a bathroom”
The road to beauty is paved with sledgehammers, miles of pipe and vindictive cats.
To prepare for my mother’s arrival, several renovation projects needed to be undertaken. The first room to go under the sledgehammer was my bathroom – the only full bathroom in the apartment. It was December 5th, 2015 … the last time I would sleep in my bedroom until early March of the following year. Continue reading “my kingdom for a walk-in shower”