I’m late posting today because Miss Felina, calico kitten extraordinaire, had her first visit to the vet this morning. The doctor was very nice and the staff professional but no oohs and aaahs for the in-my-eyes beautiful girl. In my deranged daydreaming mind, I pictured dancing veterinary assistants holding Felina aloft while spotlights caressed her pulchritude. Angels from on high would spontaneously erupt in song and, with heaven’s gate opened; the Nicholas Brothers would pirouette down to perform a little soft shoe in her honor. Hmmm… maybe it’s time to call the funny farm por moi. My mother already thinks she must have dropped me on my head.
Speaking of heads, poor Elora Dannon got hers stuck in the pool equipment. Shade is a valuable commodity this time of year and, since the pool workings are under cover, Elora tried to find some relief alongside them. I guess she didn’t realize how big her horns were (happens to the best of us until we see that horrible picture, that’s not my _____, is it?!) David and I pushed and pulled her this way and that until we finally freed her. She leapt to her feet, seemingly none the worse for wear, but her predicament and the unknown length of her entrapment gave us a huge case of the guilts. Because of my detestment and avoidance of the heat, I’m just not spending enough time outside right now. My wimpiness and subsequent neglect led to a poor goat’s discomfort. She could have been seriously hurt and here I am hiding in a mechanically controlled climate. If Al Gore and his ilk are correct and we are heading to higher and higher temperatures, our poor ruminants don’t stand a chance.
Or maybe I’ll finally talk David into Idaho Wyoming Pennsylvania Indiana Colorado Maine Montana Ireland Scotland Wales
The daydreaming never ends. Maybe I should check my head for that bump, mother.