Day +720: Woe to the bristly bandicoot that lurked on foreign ships…

“And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips!”

image11/19/12: Updates are fewer and further between – that’s a good sign that things are going well.

Physical therapy is good, although not progressing as fast as I’d like. I was hoping to be able to turn my head well enough to drive by now, especially since we got a new Subaru Legacy last week. When we moved here nearly 10 years ago, we said we’d just stay in and enjoy our cozy place in the woods when it snows. I love snow! This worked well until I started having health issues; now we face each winter with a certain amount of trepidation – what if I need medical attention and we can’t get out? We decided it was finally time to get an all wheel drive vehicle for the peace of mind.

We had a delicious lunch out on Saturday (my first Mexican food post surgery) with my mother, sister, and brother-in-law. Unfortunately, Mom took a tumble on the way back to the car afterwards and ended up at Hopkins Bayview ER. After scans from head to toe, we know she is fine but it’s better to be sure. Michael and I decided we’ve spent way too much time at hospitals lately, a variety of them at that! Thankfully, we are all okay.

What has all this to do with the tag line? Absolutely nothing. Another small incident last week. Those who know our “Oreo cat” Dory Alexander know he is a very social animal, our official greeter for all human visitors (or even our woodland friends – squirrels, raccoons, deer). Unfortunately, he absolutely hates the neighbor’s cat, Squirty, and literally guards our property against him tooth and nail. I had the bad judgment to pick up Dory and try to bring him inside for the night while Squirty was still in the yard. Dory was so intent on getting back to the chase that he bit my right index finger, four deep puncture wounds that hurt like the dickens (not exactly the word I used at the time). This is the first, and hopefully last, time in 11 years that he’s done this, so I never saw it coming. My finger swelled up like a balloon and continued to hurt badly for the next day or two but with a splint, antibiotics, a tetanus shot, and salt water soaks it’s healing well now.

Here’s hoping for more boring times from now on!

Wishing our American readers a safe and happy Thanksgiving…we again have much to be thankful for this year. I am so happy to be here, living the life that I love.


  1. Holy frijoles! Hope your mom isn’t banged up. Did you trade in your car or Michael’s? I hope Dory is showing some modicum of remorse for his actions, although, with a name like Squirty, I can’t say I blame him for not liking the neighbor’s cat! How are you other monsters? Other than your mom’s incident and the bad cat bite, it’s nice to read a post about more mundane things!

  2. Guess you are working on building up that immune system with the cat bite, obviously you were doing something very wrong!
    You are so right that we all have lots to be thankful for this year, hard to believe it has been two years.
    Hoping the PT picks up speed in the coming weeks so you feel comfortable driving.
    Many hugs for a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!

  3. That tagline was pure poetry!

  4. BAD KITTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!thats all I got.
    happy gobble de gook day. bad sister is coming
    fro dinner at my good sisters house so IM THANKFUL TO BE HEADING TO WORK SOON. I have her
    son and she hasnt seen him for xmas or his bday
    in NOV or nothin……see you soon xoxoxox

  5. I never would have known that T.S. Eliot penned a collection of poems entitles ‘Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats’, or that the musical Cats was based on Eliot’s collection, or that Eliot had a second wife who was 38 years his junior. But the second wife made the news in Nov 2012 and I learned all these things. Then your tagline came along. It must have come from one of the Cats songs, but it came originally from ‘Growltiger’s Last Stand’, a chapter in ‘Old Possum’s Book…’

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