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Thanks for the brekkie NFC, though I'm checking in at lunch time today.

Wind is actually manageable today, so I'll be getting a little bit done outside. Yesterday the wind was crazy, and tomorrow is supposed to be bad too.

I never used to really pay attention to wind forecasts. Now they mean everything to me! I don't know if it's windy where I live compared to where I moved from, or just the open fields, maybe a bit of both. It's a lovely place, but that wind can really ruin an otherwise fine day :p
 
One of my kitties is already at the vet. Our 9-year-old "matriarch," Oreo, has had a dysfunctional tail for years (we suspect nerve damage). Well, now she has started chewing the end off it, so it's gonna get "bobbed." She went in yesterday, they'll do surgery today. She's my daughter's cat; a Character with a capital "C." I have faith in the vet, but she's not in the best of shape, so I'm a bit anxious.
Anxious too, my cat has flat chest so breathing issues. I love him SO much.
 
Oreo had a rough start. A family in our neighborhood found a litter of kittens in the woods; they managed to rehome most of them, but the daughter wanted to keep Oreo. Unfortunately, they had a couple of other pets (a dog and a cat, as I recall), and Oreo's rambunctious personality didn't make for harmony in the home. There were a lot of other issues in that home, too, and a few months later, the family moved. The mother decided that they could keep the two older pets, but not Oreo, and asked me if I would take her. I said, "yes." When my daughter's friend was sent over here with Oreo, she was told, "if they don't take her, dump her in the woods, or something, but do not bring her back here." A few days later, mother and daughter were over here, and the mother inquired in a rather casual way how things were working with Oreo. I told her, "oh, not 100%, of course, but not bad." Her eyes followed Oreo as she trotted out of the room, and she remarked, "God, I hate that cat."
 
Oreo had a rough start. A family in our neighborhood found a litter of kittens in the woods; they managed to rehome most of them, but the daughter wanted to keep Oreo. Unfortunately, they had a couple of other pets (a dog and a cat, as I recall), and Oreo's rambunctious personality didn't make for harmony in the home. There were a lot of other issues in that home, too, and a few months later, the family moved. The mother decided that they could keep the two older pets, but not Oreo, and asked me if I would take her. I said, "yes." When my daughter's friend was sent over here with Oreo, she was told, "if they don't take her, dump her in the woods, or something, but do not bring her back here." A few days later, mother and daughter were over here, and the mother inquired in a rather casual way how things were working with Oreo. I told her, "oh, not 100%, of course, but not bad." Her eyes followed Oreo as she trotted out of the room, and she remarked, "God, I hate that cat."

I think Oreo was lucky to escape that other family, I'm sure he's in much, much better hands with you.
 
I think Oreo was lucky to escape that other family, I'm sure she's in much, much better hands with you.

We'd like to believe so.:hugs

Well, the vet called. Oreo (a.k.a, "The Mad Slasher," "Chomper," and "Battle Cat") made it through surgery, so BB2K and I will be picking up our favorite Innacupuncturist after school.
 

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