12 posts tagged “flanny”
Well, she's home from the vet and seems to be feeling pretty good. She's already making me a little crazy by refusing to rest and trying to jump up on things she shouldn't.
The vet said, "Well, since she's hairless we buried the stitches for aesthetic reasons."
And shhh...don't tell Flanny or Hubbicula, but here's what Sippy and I did while they were both out of the house.
The vet tech just called to say that Flanny's surgery went fine. She's out of anesthesia and looking around at things. I said, "Is she crying?"
"Oh, no, she hasn't made a peep since you dropped her off."
Typical. She talks my leg off at home, but at the vet mum's the word.
"Is she looking at you with contempt?" I said.
"Uh...she does look a little annoyed."
So, that's a good sign that she's already back to despising all of humanity.
In half an hour Flanny goes into surgery to have a kidney stone removed. I'm trying to be all calm and pragmatic, but I feel twitchy. Plus, she's mad at me because I won't give her breakfast. She keeps giving me this look of contempt, like "stupid biped, can't you see I require sustenance?" *glare*
And I'm worried, because this is the first time ever that Sippy and Flanny will be separated for more than an hour or so. Flanny will be gone all day and night and part of tomorrow.
I'm just looking forward to having her home on Saturday, lying in her favorite window in the sun to recuperate.
What better place for a hairless cat than curled up in front of a heating vent? And you can see how spoiled she is--she even has a little flannel blankie under my desk to rest on. Sometimes, though, she gets feisty and attacks my feet in a half-hearted way.
And not a word about those flannel jammies. My mom gave them to Hubbicula and I stole them from him.
I don't know what it is about Flanny's cold ratty little tail, but I could do this for hours. Or more accurately, until Flanny gets pissed off and bites me. Which usually takes about seven minutes.
As this never-ending election cycle grinds on, we've heard a great deal about this state or that state's likely influence on the outcome. We've heard about how Sarah Palin governs the biggest state in America and how Joe Biden has only three electoral college votes to rally in Delaware*. Last night, as Hubbicula and I were engaged in yet another profound political discussion, we began to wonder...
Is Flanny as big as Connecticut?
Yes.
She's also bigger than Massachusetts.
She is, however, just as big as New Hampshire. (Which, as Hubbicula pointed out, looks like half of a marijuana brownie, cut in half by two potheads. With Vermont being the other half. Mmmm...brownies.)
Thank you for joining me for this political discussion. I hope it has helped you get closer to making your decision about whom to support in this presidential election.
*PS: for those of you keeping score at home, Alaska, though quite large in a geographical sense, also only has three electoral college votes to bring to the table.
No, really. I'm a bad mother.
I'd planned to do something celebratory for the girls' 7th birthday on January 21st, but I forgot. So, I decided to do something celebratory for their adoption birthday, April 15th. I forgot.
So, belatedly, here's my something celebratory for the girls turning seven this year.
Here they are when they were just tiny babies, back when they still lived in New Orleans with their mother, Medusa.
Here's Sippy at 16 weeks. Don't be fooled by this moment of innocence.
Here they are at about five months, engaged in one of many daily bouts of cat-fu, to hone their fighting skills. This is about the time Flanny began her scientific inquiry into gravity and Sippy began a rigorous investigation into doorknobs and faucets. Clever, sharp-toothed little aliens. Always spying on me, gathering data to transmit to the mother ship.