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*/scoff/*  Please, all of my spare $$$ is tied up in hairsticks.  I've got my work cut out for me to catch up with you.   

A new cat song:

There're NO kitties
Like MY kitties...
Thank God.


Modified Gibson with my Green Blue Screw.  It's held all day and what more can one ask, really.  I have a red thing I was crocheting.  It's too small for a snood and too big for a bun cover and I'm sick of it, so I think I'll see if it can be a MG cover.  If not, I'll whip up a drawstring and turn it into a bag.

Bogie is becoming ever more hostile.  He's now attacking Rumpole and me.  I love Gorey dearly but if Bogie is this distressed...I don't know.  I think the Crabby Tabby is getting due for his shots, so I'll talk to the vet.   

New Bogie song (to the tune of "Oh, When the Saints")

I touched the Bog
The Bogie paw
I touched the nasty Bogie's paw
And so I'll tend my bleeding wounds now
'Cuz I touched the Bogie paw.

It's funny because it's true.   

BPAL:  Bearded Lady (Turkish rose, stargazer lily, violet, honeysuckle, amber, star jasmine and vanilla)  First sniff--nasty perfumey amber.  I don't like perfumey scents; they tend to give me migraines. 

First wearing:  less perfumy amber that turns sweet right before disappearing.

Second wearing:  Sweetly floral with some warm amber in the background.  I get no vanilla, which is fine.  I'm not that fond of vanilla except in Dorian.  Nearly gone by late afternoon.   Not an OMG!! scent, but a lovely, well-grounded floral. 

Hope your feeling better.   

Love the sticks - a definite red theme going on here! 

Half up with my large red Primavera Ficcare Maximus.  Well, it's actually a third-up, and the Maximus holds perfectly.  Sigh.  I bought some medium and large Ficcare beaks from this store on eBay.  The shipping is high, but the prices are great and they're real Ficcares.  Someone on the LHC who has one of my favorite avitars ever bought the last large red beak.  Grump.  I bought a medium but a medium is pretty much swallowed by the Wad o' Hair.  Ah, well.

Bogie tagged me with his giant paws on Friday night.  He wanted to play, but it was 1 am and I was exhausted.  I told him straight out that if he wasn't acting like such a little #@$$%$ the other cats would play with him.     He's mad at Rumpole now 'cause Rumpole is getting along with Gorey, in a manner of speaking.  Rumpole is now comfortable enough with the Gor that he has reclaimed his spot on my bed.  Gorey, however, feels that it is his spot.  So now they both sleep with me and I haven't been able to move my legs for the past 3 nights.  Rumpole and Gorey play sometimes and since they're both black cats I can't tell where Gorey ends and Rumpole begins.  It's hilarious.     The weekend was basically a long 2 days of neutered tomcat posturing. 

HOWEVER, in the midst of my cattitude problems my Brighten Up Winter package from Moonchild arrived!  Yay!  It had chocolate and my favorite gummies ever; a wire basket that looks like a spider web, very cool; a clay cat; a decorative chain; a candle holder and candles; and a postcard from Nuremburg.  Yay!  I loved it and I really needed the lift that day.   

BPAL: Kajuraho (This is a blissful, euphoric blend based on an ancient Indian love potion: honey, date palm, tuberose, davana blossom, amber, white sandalwood, vanilla bean, Damask rose, and champaca flower)--It's time to face reality;  BPAL's honey smells like crap on my skin.  This smells nasty for a good hour or so before turning into a nice, long-lasting floral.  Nice, but nothing special.  If I can find the right bottle it'll probably hit the swaps.  It smelled the same for the first and second wearing which is unusual.

I love honey.  I put a honey and aspirin mask on my face and had a hard time not eating it, it smelled so good.  I can't understand why the honey note smells so horrid on me.  Sigh.

Yay, another wavy sista'!  They say that often times people don't know they have waves 'cause they never get the hair long enough for the wave pattern to develop.  Cool.  8)
You could try that plopping method to get waves higher up on your head-as well as checking out ouidad.com and jessicurl.com for wavy hair products.

Have fun! Good luck w/getting Dad to let P live w/them.

Mom has agreed to take Agatha P!  She told me that Dad didn't seem to hate the idea, so I ran with it.  She said today she had to tell him what had happened  but I think Mom would have taken her in regardless.  Agatha is so miserable and she keeps pooping on the bed; something had to be done.

I'll miss her, though.   

Welcome back, Moonchild!   

Gorey sniffed Bogie this morning and for a lovely milisecond I thought they would get along; however, Bogie then smacked Gorey repeatedly with his big giant paw.  Sigh.

Saturday morning @ 9:30 they couldn't stand it anymore and Bogie jumped up on my right, Gorey on my left, and Rumpole got up on my chest.  I had never befpre fully realized the folly of having more cats than one has hands.   8)

They have new Poe-inspired scents at BPAL, including one inspired by my favorite Poe ever, Masque of the Red Death.  Unfortunately it has patchouli in it and I can't wear patchouli in any form.     Grump.  And Sleepy Moon, my birth moon and well named, has chamomile in it.  I'm allergic to chamomile.   

I ordered it anyway.   8)  I couldn't resist.

I washed with my GR shampoo last night and my hair is soft, soft, soft today.  It slid out of my X-O and that has never happened before.

I ordered some medium beak clips from the guy on eBay, but when they got here, one was a small.  I emailed him but I haven't heard back yet.  He charged me for a medium and the invoice says medium and it's definitely shorted and thinner than a medium.  Well, I'll wait and see.

Finally saw Corpse Bride.  Nice movie, but no NBC.  However, I've been thinking about crocheting a little skeleton around a pipe cleaner armature for bending and support, but I never got around to it because thinking about making the skull and ribs make my head hurt.  I think I'll make a Corpse Bride doll first.  It'll give me some practice and I can decide if the bones are too annoying to make.  A new project!  Exciting.   

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My parents live 3 1/2 hours away, and I don't travel overmuch because 1.  I don't like to travel.    and 2.  Leaving the cats alone for a few days either involves finding a cat sitter, which can be difficult, or leaving them with lots of food and water and accepting my punishment when I get back.     So I probably wouldn't see my little P. much anymore.     It's best for her, though,  and I am going to do it. 

No catnip when I'm surrounded by cats.  I have enough superficial wounds as it is.   8)

I know what you mean about not being able to understand them.  I originally didn't care much for NBC  because I had the VHS and I couldn't understand half of it.  With the DVD I can put on the subtitles.  I watched Corpse Bride the first time with the subtitles on and it really helped. 

I may very well be allergic to ragweed (Heaven knows my seasonal allergies flourish year-round) but my chamomile allergy isn't nasal.  If I drink chamomile tea, I itch all over.  I used chamomile flowers as a bath tea and I itched all over.  Not so good.  However, I'm hoping that using a scent oil that only contains a little chamomile on intact skin will be ok. 

Ear-to-ear lace braid with rose bun held with my green Ficcare beak.  I love my beak clips.  They hold my buns and twists and they're all dangerous-looking.  Heh heh.  I also got my sticks back from Maiden's Treasures.  They're perfect now.     I got:  A pair with black teardrop pearls, one of which has a big jangly black pearl dangle; a pair with a lampwork bunny bead for Easter; a pair with a large gold glass bead spotted with red, blue, and green; and a pair with large orange and white striped sardonyx beads which go perfectly with my new outfit.  Yay!

I'm sick to death of the ear-to-ear lace braid and the bilateral twist, but I can't find any other way to make the front of my hair look good.  It looks terrible all pulled back; it tends to section and make my hairline look uneven.  Oh, well.   

Gorey walked within 6 inches of Bogie; Bogie glared his best death glare but didn't attack or growl.  Progress!

BPAL:  Holiday Moon (Bamboo pulp and oude with green and white tea).  An OMG!! BPAL.  It's light and lemony and a little sweet, and I want a dessert that tastes just like this smells.     Doesn't last overly long, but I don't care.

Agatha has a large mass on her right side.  It's deep and not easy to find; I think she has liver mets.   

I'm taking her to the vet Saturday and then on to Mom's house.  Mom said she'll still take her so Agatha won't have to spend the remainder of her life locked up in the Kitty Suite.

Three years ago there was a large ice storm Valentine’s Day weekend.  Around that time, 4 cats started hanging around my porch.  One was the top cat, a large black tom who grabbed the best spot on the porch and got to eat first; a big orange tabby; a fluffy calico, mostly white with pastel orange and grey splotches on her fur; and a skinny, skittish grey cat, later shown to be a calico as well.

As the weather warmed, the black tom disappeared and the orange tabby became an infrequent visitor.  The white calico was very friendly and I named her Eureka.  The grey cat skulked on the fringes of the yard.

I gave Eureka to a friend of mine whose cat disappeared.  By now it was summer and I’d sit on the porch enjoying the sun.  One day grey cat cautiously approached me, stretched out her neck as far as she could, bumped her head against my big toe, and flew off the porch into the woods.

The next morning when I brought out her food, she rubbed all over my legs and nearly purred herself hoarse.  I named her Agatha P. Splashnose because she’d get water all over her face when she drank.

After a couple of months I took Agatha to the vet, planning to bring her inside before winter.  The vet said she was about 3 years old and was positive for feline leukemia.  We went home—Agatha leapt from the carrier and disappeared for 3 days and I took a shower and cried for the rest of the weekend.

So she had to remain an outdoor kitty.  She didn't seem to mind.  My neighbors had a barn where she slept when it was very cold, but every morning and evening she came for food and attention.  Things were going as well as could be expected.

About a year and a half ago she developed a lump on her chest which rapidly grew, got infected and started bleeding.  She had surgery on 2/28/06.  She was septic, dehydrated, and anemic; the vet doubted she’d survive surgery, and if she did, she probably wouldn’t heal well because of her illness.  Agatha not only survived, she thrived.  She was eating as soon as she woke up from surgery, she gained a pound in the ten days afterwards, and even though she spit out all of her antibiotics and removed all but two of her stitches in the first 5 days, she healed quickly and without complications.

Since she had feline leukemia, I shut her up in my guest room and bathroom to recover.  When the weather warmed up again, I put her outside.  She was out for 2 weeks, and then demanded to come back in.  Then she was out for a week, in for two; out for 3 days, in for 2 weeks, out for 8 hours, and inside forever. 

She hated to be shut up and licked all of the fur from her belly and bottom. Last month  I asked Mom if they’d take her in and Mom said yes.

On Tuesday, 2/21, I noticed that her right side felt funny.  Wednesday morning I checked her as she ate and felt a large mass under her ribs.  Saturday we saw the vet, who confirmed that Agatha has metastatic disease (cancer that has spread throughout the body).  The mass is a lymph node from around her digestive tract.  My beautiful 6 year old cat will now have her lifespan measured in weeks instead of years.

The vet mentioned chemotherapy, but the closest place that offers it is 1.5 hours one way.  The chemo would give her some time but it won’t cure her, and Agatha HATES to travel; I don’t think it would be worth it, especially as she is asymptomatic right now.  The vet gave me a hug, some steroids, and some Pepcid for her.  She also said that Agatha would live longer if her life isn’t as stressed, i.e.  she no longer lives locked up in the Kitty Suite.

Mom came up this weekend to take Agatha to her house 3.5 hours away.  I loved on her Sunday morning and put her in the carrier.  We packed up her litter box, food and toys and they left.  The last I saw of my little girl was 2 round green eyes staring at me in supreme irritation from the backseat of Mom’s car.

After they left I went back to the Kitty Suite.  It needs cleaning so it can go back to being a guest room again.  I couldn’t face it.  I still can’t.  The last thing I did was turn off the bedside lamp that had been burning since Agatha moved in.  It’s no longer needed.  Agatha doesn’t live here anymore.