Been curled up in a ball again (just like a cat, eh?)

I can't possibly hope to catch up with over 2,000 posts, but I'll try:

Mark, I hope you've somehow worked out the problem with your landlord.
You should NOT have to lose any of these wonderful cats. It breaks my
heart.

{{{{Pam}}}}} I'm so sorry you are going through such a hard time. It
isn't fair. I hope things are going better for you now.

Cheryl P., I am so sorry about Mandy. My heart goes out to you, and I
wish you gentle healing.

Christine, I'm sorry to hear about Rahab; purrs for all who cared about
this little one.

Ted, I'm so glad to hear Fleagor is doing better.

Jo, congrats on the new grandkid!

Julie, is it too late to add me to the card list? Probably. Sigh.

And I'm sorry if I missed anyone, so blanket purrs and congrats where
appropriate.

I was all set to post a really nice Thanksgiving post, when all hell
broke loose here. In short, DH and I had a blow-up so bad that I don't
even want to think about it. I spent the night in a hotel. That
*really* helped our financial problems -- lol. I've been pretty down
since then.

Then last week, I had a lovely day that went something like this:

Stove is broke (oh, yeah -- we found out about that the day before
Thanksgiving, of course. So I had to draft my ex-hubby to run me to
Sears and grab the cheapest roaster oven I could find. Again, just what
our finances needed. Grrr.). Guy comes to see if stove is fixable, or
if we get a new one (the thing's only 3 years old, but the last tenants
never cleaned anything, so far as we can tell. I won't go into details
about the rats. Ugh.) Guy is barely conversational, except with
himself (lol). Guy moves stove out to decide if it's fixable, rat poop
is exposed (again, UGH), Katie decides to run in the kitchen, steps in
rat poop. Guy leaves, doesn't tell me what is going on. I run Katie up
to the tub with the kitten shampoo and wash her feet, much to her
wriggly displeasure. Turn off water. TRY to turn off water. Won't turn
off. Turn off water to tub instead. Luckily, Bob the Good Fix-It Guy
comes to rescue; fixes faucets (washers bad) and promises stove on
Monday (unfortunately, this means Kevin The Fix-It Guy From Hell will
have to be in here -- grrrr).

In the meanwhile, I've suddenly started having very bad pains in all my
joints. I know I have osteoarthritis, but it's never been like this. I
have no idea what's going on, other than it's hard to focus, write, or
do anything through that much pain. Yeah, I''m still on pain meds, but
this stuff is cutting through even the Vicodin. :-( Guess I need to
call the dr.

Pinky is still here. No one has claimed him. Sigh. And last night, I
ordered food, because we finished off the turkey (the roaster oven did
its job) and I just couldn't drag myself around enough to try to make
food. And Pinky came *that close* to making it out the door. :-( I
screamed (much to the delivery guy's shock, I'm sure), which stopped
Pinky long enough for me to sandwich him (bad pun) between my leg and
the doorframe, and grab him. Scared Little Mr.
I-Fear-Absolutely-NOTHING enough that he hid under the table for awhile.
He's fine; I just finally got through to him (at least this once) that
the Big Out around here is *dangerous*. He's probably forgotten it by now.

The sinking bed finally got to the point of flat-out (bad pun again)
forget it! A huge hole had developed in a seam, in addition to the one
Katie put there. DH went out to Aldi's (a discount grocery store here)
to get some food, and I, depressed and wondering what I was going to do
about somewhere to sleep, said "If they have anything really good we
need on sale, go ahead and get it" (they have a little island of
household items and such, usually at a very good discounted price). And
I added "It's not like they're going to have a bed or anything!" I
should know better -- lol! They had air mattresses! The huge, high
ones, that look like those bouncy cage things for little kids. Our
budget took another $50 hit, but I need something to sleep on! I was to
the point of wishing I had gotten some bales of hay they had on sale
just before Samhain at Giant Eagle (the non-discount grocery)! It is
*so* comfortable. The downside is Pinky is the only cat allowed in here
(partly because of lack of front claws, partly because of good behavior,
and partly because it is safer to have him in here if fix-it guys are
here, or we are likely to have the door open). I miss my kitties curled
up with me at night :-( Pinky does a good job of cuddling, though;
he'll wrap his entire body around my head, and stick his head right into
my face -- lol.

So I've been curled up in my little ball (when Pinky's not curled around
my head) again, listening to the frequent rain falling, and wishing life
was better. But I'm here.

Ginger-lyn
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Animals in Movies Website)

Ginger-lyn wrote:
I was all set to post a really nice Thanksgiving post, when all hell
broke loose here.

Yuck. That all sounds horrendous.


Pinky came *that close* to making it out the door. :-( I screamed
(much to the delivery guy's shock, I'm sure), which stopped Pinky
long enough for me to sandwich him (bad pun) between my leg and
the doorframe, and grab him.

Would it have been a disaster if he'd made it? I missed the background
to this.

We try to keep our cats from going out of the front door (the road
side) until we're sure they can find their way round the back where
the catflap is. Late last night I opened the front door to check
the weather; it was horrible, torrents of icy rain. Ollie shot past
me like a bullet - I'd never seen him outside the back garden and
had visions of him sitting under a bush all night getting soggy and
miserable. I tried calling him to no result. About two minutes
later he came through the catflap, so at least I know he can do it
now.


The sinking bed finally got to the point of flat-out (bad pun again)
forget it! A huge hole had developed in a seam, in addition to the one
Katie put there.

We use a futon. MUCH simpler. (I've tried both water and airbeds
and detest them even when they work).

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On Dec 2, 1:58 pm, Ginger-lyn wrote:

I was all set to post a really nice Thanksgiving post, when all hell
broke loose here. In short, DH and I had a blow-up so bad that I don't
even want to think about it. I spent the night in a hotel. That
*really* helped our financial problems -- lol. I've been pretty down
since then.


Ginger-Lyn

And I thought last year when the heating element in the oven went out
the day before Thanksgiving. The turkey was started at about 6 am and
finished at midnight. Fortunately a new heating element for the oven
cost less than $40. I've lived in places where the cats earned their
keep by catching vermin. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. It is not
only a health hazard, but incredibly depressing.

I hope that everything sorts itself out for you soon. You have our
best wishes and purrs from the owners. We all love you and are here
for you.

Pam S.

"Ginger-lyn" wrote in message
...
I can't possibly hope to catch up with over 2,000 posts, but I'll try:

Mark, I hope you've somehow worked out the problem with your landlord. You
should NOT have to lose any of these wonderful cats. It breaks my heart.

{{{{Pam}}}}} I'm so sorry you are going through such a hard time. It
isn't fair. I hope things are going better for you now.

Cheryl P., I am so sorry about Mandy. My heart goes out to you, and I
wish you gentle healing.

Christine, I'm sorry to hear about Rahab; purrs for all who cared about
this little one.

Ted, I'm so glad to hear Fleagor is doing better.

Jo, congrats on the new grandkid!

Julie, is it too late to add me to the card list? Probably. Sigh.

And I'm sorry if I missed anyone, so blanket purrs and congrats where
appropriate.

I was all set to post a really nice Thanksgiving post, when all hell broke
loose here. In short, DH and I had a blow-up so bad that I don't even
want to think about it. I spent the night in a hotel. That *really*
helped our financial problems -- lol. I've been pretty down since then.

Then last week, I had a lovely day that went something like this:

Stove is broke (oh, yeah -- we found out about that the day before
Thanksgiving, of course. So I had to draft my ex-hubby to run me to Sears
and grab the cheapest roaster oven I could find. Again, just what our
finances needed. Grrr.). Guy comes to see if stove is fixable, or if we
get a new one (the thing's only 3 years old, but the last tenants never
cleaned anything, so far as we can tell. I won't go into details about
the rats. Ugh.) Guy is barely conversational, except with himself (lol).
Guy moves stove out to decide if it's fixable, rat poop is exposed (again,
UGH), Katie decides to run in the kitchen, steps in rat poop. Guy leaves,
doesn't tell me what is going on. I run Katie up to the tub with the
kitten shampoo and wash her feet, much to her wriggly displeasure. Turn
off water. TRY to turn off water. Won't turn off. Turn off water to tub
instead. Luckily, Bob the Good Fix-It Guy comes to rescue; fixes faucets
(washers bad) and promises stove on Monday (unfortunately, this means
Kevin The Fix-It Guy From Hell will have to be in here -- grrrr).

In the meanwhile, I've suddenly started having very bad pains in all my
joints. I know I have osteoarthritis, but it's never been like this. I
have no idea what's going on, other than it's hard to focus, write, or do
anything through that much pain. Yeah, I''m still on pain meds, but this
stuff is cutting through even the Vicodin. :-( Guess I need to call the
dr.

Pinky is still here. No one has claimed him. Sigh. And last night, I
ordered food, because we finished off the turkey (the roaster oven did its
job) and I just couldn't drag myself around enough to try to make food.
And Pinky came *that close* to making it out the door. :-( I screamed
(much to the delivery guy's shock, I'm sure), which stopped Pinky long
enough for me to sandwich him (bad pun) between my leg and the doorframe,
and grab him. Scared Little Mr. I-Fear-Absolutely-NOTHING enough that he
hid under the table for awhile. He's fine; I just finally got through to
him (at least this once) that the Big Out around here is *dangerous*.
He's probably forgotten it by now.

The sinking bed finally got to the point of flat-out (bad pun again)
forget it! A huge hole had developed in a seam, in addition to the one
Katie put there. DH went out to Aldi's (a discount grocery store here) to
get some food, and I, depressed and wondering what I was going to do about
somewhere to sleep, said "If they have anything really good we need on
sale, go ahead and get it" (they have a little island of household items
and such, usually at a very good discounted price). And I added "It's not
like they're going to have a bed or anything!" I should know better --
lol! They had air mattresses! The huge, high ones, that look like those
bouncy cage things for little kids. Our budget took another $50 hit, but
I need something to sleep on! I was to the point of wishing I had gotten
some bales of hay they had on sale just before Samhain at Giant Eagle (the
non-discount grocery)! It is *so* comfortable. The downside is Pinky is
the only cat allowed in here (partly because of lack of front claws,
partly because of good behavior, and partly because it is safer to have
him in here if fix-it guys are here, or we are likely to have the door
open). I miss my kitties curled up with me at night :-( Pinky does a
good job of cuddling, though; he'll wrap his entire body around my head,
and stick his head right into my face -- lol.

So I've been curled up in my little ball (when Pinky's not curled around
my head) again, listening to the frequent rain falling, and wishing life
was better. But I'm here.

Ginger-lyn

(((((((Ginger-lyn))))))))

Purrs for things to start getting better for you.

Joy

On Dec 2, 1:58 pm, Ginger-lyn wrote:


{{{Ginger-Lynn}}} I'm sorry you're having such a hard time right now.
Hopefully it will get better with the New Year. Well, hopefully it
will get better before the New Year, but we always have the New Year
to look forward to, right?

Julie, is it too late to add me to the card list? Probably. Sigh.

You're on the "Receive Only" list. I can send you the list if you'd
like to send some cards, just let me know.

Julie

On Sun, 02 Dec 2007 13:58:18 -0500, Ginger-lyn
wrote:

I can't possibly hope to catch up with over 2,000 posts, but I'll try:

I know that feeling. On occasion I've just had to mark everything as
read and start over
snip
((((((((Ginger-lyn)))))))))))
Glad you have Pinky there purring for you, but we're sending some
additional purrs from here in Oklahoma
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit, Spot,
Princess and Furby
with loving memories of Rocky (RB)

Steve Touchstone wrote:
On Sun, 02 Dec 2007 13:58:18 -0500, Ginger-lyn
wrote:

I can't possibly hope to catch up with over 2,000 posts, but I'll try:

I know that feeling. On occasion I've just had to mark everything as
read and start over
snip
((((((((Ginger-lyn)))))))))))
Glad you have Pinky there purring for you, but we're sending some
additional purrs from here in Oklahoma

Thanks, Steve. Purrs are always welcome and a wonderful comfort. I
swear I can hear them coming all the way from OK, too :-)

Ginger-lyn

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http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

Ginger-lyn wrote:
So I've been curled up in my little ball (when Pinky's not curled
around my head) again, listening to the frequent rain falling, and
wishing life was better. But I'm here.

Ginger-lyn

I'm so sorry you're dealing with all this. There seems to be a lot of truth
to "when it rains, it pours", for a lot of us lately. You've had one heck
of a run of bad luck. Purrs for it to all get better.

Jill

GaDragonfly wrote:
On Dec 2, 1:58 pm, Ginger-lyn wrote:


{{{Ginger-Lynn}}} I'm sorry you're having such a hard time right now.
Hopefully it will get better with the New Year. Well, hopefully it
will get better before the New Year, but we always have the New Year
to look forward to, right?

Well, it darn well better be a better New Year -- lol! At least that's
what my attitude is starting to be ("Life, you wanna fight? 'Cos I'm
gettin' just a bit tired of you takin' everything out on me. I think
it's time I just KICK YER you know what!") Okay, so that's not really
me, but I can pretend, can't I?

Julie, is it too late to add me to the card list? Probably. Sigh.

You're on the "Receive Only" list. I can send you the list if you'd
like to send some cards, just let me know.

That would be great. I would love to be able to send at least some out
this year! Guess I better get busy designing! (No, no, it CANNOT be
December already!)

Julie

Ginger-lyn
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http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

Joy wrote:


(((((((Ginger-lyn))))))))

Purrs for things to start getting better for you.

Joy

Thank you, Joy -- I needed that!

Ginger-lyn

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http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)