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Day 3313: What’s really on my mind

I like to express what’s really on my mind, and I’m so grateful I get to do that here, every day.

What’s really on my mind today is

  • the state of the world,
  • the state of the nation,
  • the state of the state,
  • people’s mental health,
  • people not getting back to me,
  • my birthday a week from today, and
  • bringing our very shy and anxious cat Harley to the vet this afternoon.

Harley is so shy and anxious that we’ve only had home-visiting vets treating him since we adopted him seven years ago. What’s really on my mind about Harley is that

  • the first vet who did that called him “a very fretful fellow”,
  • he got so scared the last time Michael tried to put him in the carrier that he gouged Michael’s arm with his claws,
  • he needs to see a full-service vet because he’s getting up there in age (like me!),
  • he had a mysterious ailment last week that seems to have disappeared,
  • Michael considered using the “towel technique” to capture Harley and deposit him in the carrier,
  • it was really on our minds last night so we discussed it many times, and
  • Michael discovered, much to our amazement, that Harley will go into the carrier if he puts his favorite treat in there.

What’s really on my mind right now is something Michael says a lot: “It’s never what you expect.”

What’s really on my mind is to share my images for today.

What’s really on my mind, here and now, is that I have a great spouse in Michael and that tomorrow is National Chocolate Cake Day.

This comes up when I search YouTube for “what’s really on my mind”:

What’s really on my mind is to express gratitude to my spouse Michael, to the Incredible Mr T, and to all those who help me blog every day, including YOU.

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Day 3219: What month is this?

Have you been losing track of time? If so, you’re not alone. Perhaps the images in today’s post will help you identify what month this is.

Our cat Joan has had skin and ear problems since we adopted her from a shelter in August, and that’s not baloney. Today, she is celebrating National Food Day without a cone!

Here’s what I find when I search for “What month is it?” on YouTube.

No matter what month it is, I am grateful to YOU!

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Day 3210: What I learn from my cat

Because it’s Global Cat Day tomorrow, I am inspired by my worldly and composed shelter cat Joan to compose today’s post.

Here’s Joan …

… who teaches me

  • That it’s nicer in the sun.
  • Not to be discouraged by obstacles.
  • To live in the moment.
  • Life is a combination of comfort and discomfort.
  • To ask for what I want, despite inevitable communication barriers.
  • I can still be adorable when I’m having medical issues.
  • People may assume what I’m feeling, based on their own experience.
  • Resilience includes the ability to adapt to what is.
  • Almost everything is fun to play with.
  • Even when healing is slow, be patient.
  • A refrigerator door opening is something to celebrate.
  • So many different types of food (including our other cat Harley’s food) are delicious.
  • Not to be discouraged if somebody hisses at me.
  • If a door is closed, open it myself or get somebody else to open it for me.
  • I may accidentally do damage some times, but people will forgive me.
  • Try to achieve a good mix of running around and relaxing.
  • Gratitude can be expressed in many different ways, including with a purr.
  • Females rule!

What can we learn from my other images for today?

Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “what I learn from my cat”:

Here’s Cyndi Lauper with “Like a Cat”:

What have you learned from this post?

Thanks and purrs to all those who help me blog every day, including Joan and YOU!

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Day 3183: Expressing love

There are many ways to express love, as I’m seeing in the hundreds of answers to this question I posted last night on Twitter:

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I love to remind people that there are many different ways to express love and that different people have different love languages. No matter what the love language, though, people can express love with patience, commitment, and acceptance of difference. Also, in order to love others better, it’s important to love yourself.

Don’t you love how it’s so easy to sound cliched when you’re expressing thoughts and feelings about love?

Am I expressing love by sharing my other images for today?

The Daily Bitch has an interesting way of expressing love.

Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “expressing love”:

I also find this:

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Blogging is one of my ways of expressing love, so loving thanks to all who find the time to visit, including YOU!

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Day 3182: Freaking out

Yesterday, I asked this question on Twitter about freaking out:

People were freaking out about many things, including money, health issues, work, family members, relationships, the pandemic, other people’s behaviors, etc., etc., etc. Indeed, some people suggested that a better question might have been “What are you NOT freaking out about right now?”

I didn’t answer my own question, but I was freaking out about our kitty Joan, her ongoing mastitis, and how she outsmarts us and every cone we put on her to promote its healing.

There’s Joan, trying to figure out how she can lick her wounds after my husband Michael tried to adapt her cone with a well-placed paper clip.

When I freak out, it’s usually because I feel helpless, so yesterday I ordered TWO MORE cones in addition to the inflatable cone that’s being delivered today.

Joan’s irritated area extends down into the top of her rear leg, so it’s very difficult to get a cone that completely prevents her from accessing it with her rough kitty tongue. Also, most cat post-surgery body suits don’t cover that area.

Over the past month, as we’ve treated her with antibiotics, applied topical lotion to the area, sent lots of pictures of the area to the vet, and helped Joan adjust to the different types of treatment (while trying to bond with her), we’ve seen the problem area get better and then get worse.

It freaks me out that I know so much about trying to help a cat heal, but we’re still not past this.

When I freak out, Michael tries to calm me by focusing on the positive: she’s not in pain, it’s not going to kill her, and she will get better, even if it takes much longer than we expected.

When I freak out, it also helps me to write about it in this blog. This blog — and all of you — have helped me get through many freak outs over the years.

Let’s see if the Daily Bitch is all about freaking out today.

It is!

Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “freaking out.”

What might you be freaking out about right now? Whatever it is, chances are you’re not alone.

I have so much freaking gratitude for all who help me write this daily blog, including YOU!

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Day 3176: Moments of Peace

On days like this, I’m looking for moments of peace.

Can you find any moments of peace in my images for today?

On September 11, 2011, how can you find moments of peace?

Today, Joan seems to be finding more moments of peace with the cone she needs to wear as she recovers from ongoing mastitis (which we’ve been treating since we adopted her).

Other beings’ moments of peace increase my moments of peace.

Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “moments of peace.”

I am grateful for all the moments of peace I can find and I’m grateful for you!

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Day 3165: Cats

Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved cats.

My mother, who was very neat, did not want pets in the house, so she resisted my requests for a cat. Also, because she had a dog growing up, she couldn’t understand why I wanted a cat rather than a dog.

I couldn’t explain it to her. I just felt a connection when I looked into the eyes of a cat. I was fascinated by them, and encountering a cat anywhere always made me happy.

One day, when I was about seven years old, my father brought home a stray cat, a small tiger kitty, who had wandered into his store. I was beyond thrilled. My mother didn’t want the cat in the house so my new kitty was relegated to the garage. I remember spending hours watching that cat eat and play in the garage, so happy to finally have one.

Soon though, the cat escaped from the garage. I remember searching desperately through the neighborhood, crying as I called out for my lost kitty. When I got home, I found that my parents were frantic about my being gone so long.

My parents were particularly worried about me because I was born with a heart condition. My heart condition really needed a pacemaker, but pacemakers hadn’t been invented when I was born in 1953.

Soon after the cat in the garage ran away, I had to go into the hospital more and more as my condition got worse. The doctors tried different treatments, including yucky medication I had to take under my tongue, which speeded up my heart but made me feel really sick.

Then, when I was in the hospital for observation at age 10, I had a heart stoppage. The doctors decided to implant a pacemaker, which they had been avoiding because pacemakers were so new and really too big for a small kid like me.

When I woke up from the heart surgery that was required to implant pacemakers back then, I said to my mother, “What have I got to look forward to if I don’t have a cat?” Tears streaming down her face, she promised me a cat.

After I had recovered enough from my surgery (which by the way, was on November 22, 1963, the day President John F. Kennedy was killed), my dad took me to the local vet, who had several cats there for adoption. I chose the shyest one, who was a calico kitty I named Tuffy.

Tuffy was definitely my “personal medicine,” helping me heal and be tough enough to endure the many surgeries I needed to undergo as my pacemakers broke in every conceivable way.

Since then, I often choose shy cats who remind me of Tuffy. Our cat Harley is one of those cats. Harley, even though I feed him every morning, much prefers my husband Michael. Harley avoids me when he can, although he sometimes affords me the privilege of patting him for two seconds. Mostly, he run away from me, like I’m the enemy.

Our new cat, Joan, is not shy. I chose her because she gets along with cats, humans, AND dogs. My husband Michael loves dogs so I’m thinking there MIGHT be a dog in our future. And because Joan is not an alpha cat, she and Harley get along surprisingly well.

Joan is very rambunctiousness and always wants to play. Harley tolerates that, keeping her away with a hiss when he wants more personal space.

Last weekend, Joan invaded my personal space, clawing my nose when she wanted to wake me at 2 AM. Because I take anticoagulant medication (required because of the mechanical heart valve I got in 2016), Joan gave me a nose bleed that just wouldn’t quit.

So here I am, in the second week of my long-awaited vacation from work, stuck at home with a painful balloon up my nose and two cats.

And you know what? I still love cats and always will.

Do you see any cats in my images for today?

I was kind of hoping that today would be National Cat Day, but to us cat lovers, EVERY day is cat day.

I wonder if I’ll find anything on YouTube if I search for “cats”?

Thanks to all the cool cats who have helped me get through the tough days, including YOU.

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Day 3148: What’s in a name?

I’ve been thinking about names because of our new cat.

This adorable, wonderful, sweet, chill, loving kitty was named Ginger by the adoption agency that rescued her, her sisters, and their many kittens from the street.

My husband, whose name is Michael, said he wanted an unusual name for a cat, so Ginger was out. Michael strongly suggested the name Meredith, but my son, whose name is Aaron, and I both thought that would be too hard to say.

Michael then came up with other girls’ names he thought would be unusual for a cat, including Phyllis. Aaron and I suggested other names we thought would be unusual for a cat, including Blanche. Michael vetoed all of our suggestions according to some secret knowledge of common and uncommon cat names that will remain nameless.

When Michael came up with Joan, Aaron and I agreed that would be a fine and unusual name for a cat, and easy to say. Michael warned us that if we called her “Joanie,” he would add an “ie” to our names, too.

I don’t like being called “Annie,” so I have complied with Michael’s request.

Michael was right about the name Joan being unusual for a cat. Every time I tell people her name, they react. Usually, they say, “JOAN?!” Sometimes, they add something positive, like “I love that.”

I love puns and Michael and Aaron do not, so they don’t know that I sometimes add the name “Clawford” when I’m talking to and about Joan. Also, Michael’s brother’s full name is Martin Sloane Malone, so I sometimes call Joan “Joan Sloane Malone.” Michael has no problem with that.

In the meantime, Joan, by any other name, would be as sweet.

I asked this question on Twitter last night:

While some people have responded with “my parents!”, others have told interesting stories about the origin of their names.

How did you get your name?

When I search YouTube for “Joan,” I find another reason to love that name. One of my favorite TED talks — “Emotional Mastery: The Gifted Wisdom of Unpleasant Feelings” — is by Dr. Joan Rosenberg.

My name is Ann Judith, I was named after my grandfathers Abraham and George, and I am grateful to you, no matter what your name is.

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Day 3144: What can you appreciate in this moment?

I can appreciate, in this moment, this teabag I saw last night:

I can appreciate that today’s images show many things I appreciate.

I can appreciate in this moment that today is National Lazy Day AND National S’mores Day.

I can appreciate what I find on YouTube when I search for “what can you appreciate in this moment?

What can you appreciate in this moment? I will appreciate any comments you leave.

I hope you can appreciate my gratitude for you, here and now, in this precious moment.

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Day 3143: Human nature

I’m human and I’m worried about nature.

My concern is that human nature — which resists change, bad news, and working together with people perceived to be different — will not allow for the decisive action needed to avert climate disaster.

Do you see human nature in my other images for today?

On National Rice Pudding, Veep, and Book Lovers Day, this is what I find when I search for “human nature” on YouTube:

While I worry about human nature, I’m also naturally grateful for all the humans who read this blog, including YOU.

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