We’re going to take Jazz to the vet today. We couldn’t get an appointment until 3. She had four seizures during the night. She’s had any snack she wants. I’ve been wrestling her out of and away from weird cramped spaces and dangerous scenarios all night. She wedged herself under my desk and knocked my computer over. She suddenly is fascinated with a kitchen cupboard and I keep steering her away from trying to walk into the fireplace. We don’t have any floo powder, Jazz.
Anyway she’s the best and everything is terrible and stupid.
I am still not back to my normal but maybe that’s not going to happen. Anyway here is a selfie with Bowie when I stopped by his house. I sat in the sun for a few minutes and planned to sit for hours but I’m going to the grocery store with Murble instead. For punishment, I think?
What with busy lives (and Tumblr putting posts out of order and my communication style) I keep catching people off guard about Jazz. Just to be brutally clear, Jazz died on October 30th. I have so much more to say about her but I’ll probably put those words and pictures elsewhere.
On the 31st of October when we were wandering the aisles of Target I asked if we were going directly home afterwards. Murble gave an open ended ~the world is our oyster~, “Well..?!?” and I was just trying to figure out if it was a good time to get a pint of chocolate peanut butter ice cream but I said, “I guess we are unencumbered and could go anywhere we want. We should drive to New York and Oregon. not today though. I’m tired and we should hand out some of this candy we are buying.”
I didn’t get ice cream.
A few days later I asked, “are you doing Thanksgiving or can we run away?”
“Oh…We, (the Aunts) did talk about Thanksgiving.”
“What was talked about?”
“like, you bring the green beans, you bring this. I’ll do the turkey.”
“UGH. we could have called my dad to bring UncleDucey a sack of hot sandwiches and been on a train on Thanksgiving. serving no one. a burden to no one. We could have been in a convenience store parking lot feasting on bag pickles and corn nuts!”
“You’re right. I’m sorry I suffer from such a lack of imagination.”
I stood in the hallway with my coat on for over 10 minutes while Murble sat in the running car. We had several discussions about leaving at 11, and I kept pointing out to her how it was not yet 11 but that didn’t stop her going out to the car. Free shrugs.
Thor was so much fun I loved it so much. And then I decided to walk the 40 minutes to a home store and bookstore and craft store. It’s not a pretty walk and there is heavy traffic and no sidewalks but I need walks. Part of my plan for the day was to trap myself somewhere and see what would happen. I found some stocking stuffers and just before five Murble picked me up and we brought food home. Now it’s time for sad bedroom time.
You’re all really beautiful humans and or cats and or spam bots. Jazz liked you all too. Yes her like mostly looked like checking hands for food and then moving on. Her like was subtle. You guys got it.
I heard a groaning noise and realized he had been watching me in my bedroom from the hallway. He needs to sit and stare at the great outdoors. I need to not be standing up so I’m supervising from the porch.