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Rituals & Resolutions

Well, we are 1/12 of the way through the New Year, and let’s take stock.

  1. Written words here twice.
  2. Far cry from my goal for the start of the year.
  3. However, in my defense, I believe I’m suffering from the SAD. I feel blue, and have felt blue for a while now.
  4. We had to make another difficult decision on the Big Sleep for one of my seven three kittens a couple weeks ago. Our poor girl, Sammy, was just withering away before our eyes. She had the cancer, and we’d been trying to treat it to make her more comfy and it just wasn’t working any longer. I am grateful I learned about the affordable at-home service, if there is a bright spot. She was able to sit on my lap and get her sedation shot while eating a Churu, her favorite thing in the world.
  5. We don’t have a ton of pictures of her, poor girl. She never was very into us, she liked living here, but didn’t like us to pick her up and hold her. So we just did the best we could with her.I feel a little badly that she’s getting a bullet-pointed mention rather than a dedicated post, but ya know, take your complaints up with The Management. And also I’m the management, and disregard all complaints.
  6. Speaking of dead cats, I don’t believe I ever fully even gave my girl Purry her dedicated post. She got really sick last summer and died about a week after we found Mean & Scratchy Doryto. She was my good sweet love, and that hit hard.
  7. I’m happy to know, though, that I still have the capacity for deep love. My love for my baby Wha’cha goes all the way down to my toes. And her toes. Last night I asked Almighty Google, “How can my cat know I love her,” because I wanted to make sure she KNOWS how much. Basically, feed ’em their favorite treats (I do) and don’t kiss them on their cheeks because it bothers their whiskers (I do that and don’t plan to stop, because I enjoy it too much).
  8. No wonder I’ve had underlying SADs.
  9. Last year was the year of one unexpected dead father, betrayal, bad-toothed sick and dying cats, and let’s not forget my own chipped tooth that cost $1800 to fix and it still looks … off.

Let’s go over those cat teeth expenses. DJ had a chipped front fang, and it needed extracted since it had an exposed nerve. $1400 in November.

Toby had horrendous breath, and inflamed gums. Two different vets, and he ended up with multiple bloodwork panels, 8 teeth extracted, and now he’s not eating well. We are around $1600 with him right now, and I just got an order of $96 prescription cat food to see if that’ll fatten him up. He’s down to just shy of 9 lbs. and he used to be just south of 20 lbs.

They are all on prescription Revolution for fleas, as nothing else works. $23/a dose times my six three cats….well, you do the monthly math.

I need a Go-Fund-Them.

But! Despite all that, today is the Lunar New Year and I lit my Year of the Dragon personalized candle, got out my essential oils that my cousin sent me some time ago, and I had a little ritual for good luck, good fortune, good health and good vibes only.

While researching the Lunar New Year rituals, I learned the following:

  1. Wear Red Panties for good luck (will do, as soon as I put some on).
  2. Don’t wash your hair, you’re washing away good fortune (I wish I had read that yesterday, because I am not my freshest on my head).
  3. No cleaning the house, absolutely no sweeping (sweep away the good fortune), no washing clothes and no cutting stuff with scissors.

I really can appreciate rituals that involve walking around kind of filthy and making house cleaning off limits. These are some New Year rules I can get behind.

So it’s a brand new year and I will start anew today. I plan on spending the time I would have used cleaning, sweeping and washing my hair baking a cake, the ultimate Repurpose.

The Princess and the Pee

Reeeder!  I have been walking in tall cotton this year! Things ARE GOING MY WAY and yes, I’m SHOUTY about it, because I have been working like h-e-double-toothpicks to manifest goodness into my world and it was finally time for my open vortex to receive.

I know that sounds super dirty, or else maybe it’s just dirty sounding to me. Either way. I have had a very open vortex, ready to receive. Bada Bing!

This evening I decided to receive some wine into my mouf, and Purry came up to investigate because her belief is, “What’s hers in mine,” and that is mostly true because she’s my beloved old girl and if she wants, then she should damn well have.  Which is almost always anything I have with butter, cheese, an Arby’s roast beef sammy or a fresh glass of water.

She was disappointed in this glass of Malbec, and frankly so am I.

p.p.s.s. — worth noting: this 2nd photo has two round orbs in it! they were not in any of the photos before or after, so I don’t think it’s just a dirty camera. The spirits are around my spirits!

It’s Costco brand, and it was rather inexpensive so I bought TWO bottles because see opening statement about high cotton. I thought the saying might be “tall clover” and I think it can be both. So I’m in tall clover and high cotton, but this wine is drier / more tannin-y than I prefer and now what am I going to do with it other than drink it, I guess.

I’m not in such tall clover that I can afford to squander a perfectly okay bottle of vino. I’m not a Rockefeller.

Are you sitting there scrutinizing those photos, Reader, and wondering what the what that white patch is on my table?

Well, it’s just a big problem that I single-handedly created when I spilled a bottle of 100% acetone on the table and didn’t notice, and guess what happens to the finish on your wood table when that happens?? You don’t actually have to guess, you can see for yourself. I have big plans to paint this with some dark grey chalk paint, and then do a stencil on it and this happened a few months ago and I haven’t painted it yet, so it may turn into a Spring project.  I can only do so much, Reader, sheesh, stop judging me! 90-Day Fiancé isn’t going to watch itself.

The table and the wine are not the reason I feel drunk with purchasing power. No, it’s much more basic than that.

We splurged a whole hunny on a new mattress topper and it is currently doing it’s expanding foam thingy and boy-o-boy am I excited at the cloud of softness that awaits me, I hope tonight.

We took our old one off the bed because someone not me or My Mister PEED ON THE BED ONCE AGAIN, and yes, I’m pointing the finger of blame at Purry, but see above, she’s old and gets away with all her bad behavior. She’s taught me unconditional love, that is her life lesson to me.

Anyway, while My Mister and I were doing an 11 p.m. bedding presto-chango, we were disheartened to see how yellowed our 10-or-more-years-old foam topper was looking and then I caught a whiff of pee and we just aren’t sleeping on even a whiff of pee. So it was gathered up and shoved in the garage until trash day, and then we slept on our Low Bed, because it lost 3-inches in height.

My Mister: “I feel like I’m sleeping on the floor.”

Trixie: “Ditto. I hate it. Maybe the pee smell wasn’t really there after all and we should put it back on the bed?”

My Mister: “We’re not sleeping in a pee bed.”

I think that’s a pretty fair benchmark.

So today, because I have the luxury this week of not being broke off my ass any longer, thanks New Job!, we splurged and bought the new mattress topper.

Cats are locked out of the room.  At least for now.

It takes very little for us to feel like Rockefeller’s. Not sleeping in a pee bed is a pretty basic standard.

Life is good enough at Chez Bang Bang.

Wishing you the same, Reader!

**I want to acknowledge that I feel like I’ve got the world by the tail at the moment, despite the cat peeing on my bed.  Attitude, Reader. It’s all about maintaining that positive attitude.


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