|Nope, none of our cats look like this. |
I'm sure there will be plenty of cat pictures on this blog, just you wait.
Our oldest cat is very sick and we are doing what we can to make sure he is medicated, comfortable and loved. It's horribly inconvenient for us to be administering diabetes shots and hypothyroidism pills twice a day, on a strict schedule. But, that's not a good reason to put him down. He probably has some kind of digestive cancer, but we have decided to stop diagnosing him because our vet won't treat cancer, and we wouldn't want to, either. He has lost about half his body weight in the last couple of months and is still throwing up all the time. TMI, I know. But, the vet said that as long as he wants to eat, he wants to live.
|Our sick buddy, Cecil|
So, I needed a walk to decompress. (I think I have other stressors going on besides the cat... more on that later). It's a good example of a Saturday doing what it's supposed to do. Cleaning, walking, (not being at work), decompressing, baking (WHAT?) and going out to a wonderful dinner with the boy.
So, about the baking: I came home from the walk and
Today I came up with a new reason I hate to cook (besides the fact it makes a mess in my kitchen): I am extremely right-handed. My left hand is the runt of the appendages. It should wear a dunce hat. I don't know how I play viola, or cut meat (awkward), or tie my shoes successfully. So, there are some things in the baking steps that would require some better left-hand/ right-hand coordination. I am not deft enough in the cooking vernacular to explain any of the kinds of things I had to do today with both hands. I will tell you that it takes me more bowls and utensils and measuring apparatusi (apparatus plural??) than you would think. I also needed to borrow Adam's cooking measurements calculator because I am so blockheaded when it comes to kitchen terms and measurement equivalents. Gah! That's hard to admit on a blog. It's almost like admitting that I can't swim. Yep, that too. What else should I disclose since I'm on a roll?
I should take a picture of the muffins. It's not like they would make you salivate or make you keep reading my blog, so never mind. I'm still gonna eat em.