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"Adrian" wrote in message ... Singh wrote: Adrian wrote: Hugs and purrs, Baha. This is the most difficult time of year for many of us, December 12th will be the 5th aniversary of my little brother's suicide. I think about him every day. I didn't have a car at the time so I had to ask my neighbour, who was also my best friend, to take me to my brother's house. That was the last time I saw him, he died three days later. His funeral was the same day as my brother's. I wish I could hibernate until spring. I hope you'll be able to feel the big fat hug I'm sending you through the ethers, Adrian. I can not begin to imagine how you must feel. I just hope that, someday, it will be better. Thank you, Baha. Some days are better than others, it's bright and sunny today, the cats are happy. Today is a better day. I know people have suffered as much and more than me and can still be happy, so I know there's hope. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. I really do know what you feel, Adrian. My sudden close-family-completely-unexpected bereavement nearly destroyed me. I thought I could cope with it, but then I got clinical depression. How stupid I was to think I could carry on, regardless. I really did think I could. I couldn't. I don't think anyone can. At the same time I was having problems at work, through bullying by a manager, who thought my performance had decreased since my bereavement. Oh, I wonder why!! Then my eye ops put the top hat on it. Even more useless as an employee. I wondered how I'd earn a living for my cats, chickens, geese and myself. I thought about what it might be like to have to rehome all my animals and became even more depressed. How would Boyfriend manage in a new home? Simple answer, he wouldn't, he is far too shy and it would freak him out. Kitty would manage fine, she is a scritch tart. She forced herself on two young schoolgirls a while ago just across the road, when I was weeding in the front garden. I had my eye on her. Oh, she was claiming to be lost and needed lots of strokes and scritches which they did for an hour or two. One of the little girls came across to me and said "Have you any idea who this cat belongs to?" That's what a good case Kitty had made to say she was absolutely homeless and needed comfort. I told her she was mine. "Kitty" I said, "come back across this road and get in your own house.." She slunk a bit, you know. Right across the road and into the house, she slunk back. I had discovered her lies and she knew it. Lol! I have the measure of this tuxedo girl! She makes me laugh. Tweed |
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Thanks, y'all. You're good people, every last one of you, and many thanks
for helping me buck up. CY: I wonder some times about folks who are not cat owned. Never trust one. (smile here; folks out there, the reason this is funny is that *I*, little ol' Stormy isn't cat owned. We now return you to your regularly scheduled message.) Louie and I went to see James yesterday at the ICU. I know now that worry for him was a huge part of my problem. James doesn't have a lot of friends. He's a brilliant man with an IQ of around 170, and he'll never be able to hold down a job. CY: I did meet James, once. He is a very polite and gentle man, the few minutes I did meet him. I didn't get much of a sense of his personality, but would like to get to know him better. He went on a missionary trip to Russia, taking a break from grad school (astrophysics) and caught some exotic parasite that was threatening to kill him. The only drug with any hope of working was a neurotoxin that would either cure him or kill him, and he and his family decided to take the chance. Now James has a condition that resembles schizophrenia, and seizure disorder. he is still brilliant in science, but his neurons don't know how to dance together any more. CY: Yes, tragic. His bright periods in life come from church, the science fiction club he and Louie and I belong to, and Doctor Who videos provided by my husband. CY: I forgot if you mentioned which church? And Dr. Who videos of all things... People don't understand why James isn't quite right, and shy away from him even though he wouldn't slap a mosquito for love of living beings. CY: I can imagine that. He'd finally come out of the stupor he was in for over a week. When he saw us, he tried to sit up but was too weakened; still, he showed that he's got a fire under his ass and we couldn't be happier. He has fight in him now, and he's frustrated as hell because he can't speak with the tracheostomy. CY: Bring him a pen and paper. Either that, or ask him yes or no questions so he can nod yes or no. I'm just glad he's working harder to breathe on his own and that he wants to move and get out of there. The doctors expect he'll be there a good month yet, but he's healing and I am profoundly thankful. Louie and I plan to give him a big party at the next club meeting that he's healthy enough to get to. CY: Sounds encouraging. maybe when I'm out to visit on Friday we can go visit and offer him a priesthood blessing. Joycie is also fighting like hell. Out of the hospital, her white cells at a more reasonable level, she's busting her chops to toughen up and her hair is starting to come back in. Never thought that would happen while on chemo. She's got a kind of GI Jane look that her boys tease her about. CY: Hey, raw grit is good in any form. The doctors still don't know the long-term prognosis; either that, or Randy is lying through his teeth in an effort to keep the atmosphere positive. To distract Joycie from all this, Louie and I found quite possibly the nastiest jigsaw puzzle in the world, shaped like an orca and having absolutely no straight border as a reference! That should keep her going for a good long time, and I expect some good, healthy swearing. CY: Ah, you are diabolical. And little ol' me? I went and got some stuff for the Marines to pass out to kids for Christmas, and my next toy will be a Nerf bat so the next time I feel like hell, I can bash something without causing harm. CY: Sounds like your husband is in trouble? The therapist at the Jewish Center sugested I get one of those bopping bags like you get kids, you punch them and they bounce back upright, and whip it with a Nerf bat. I'll get the little bugger a blond wig and glasses so it'll look like my boss. CY: Just so long as you don't get it a male pattern baldness, and a pocket full of pens. Then I'll have to wear my helmet when I come over and visit. And if I don't get the Rolls Royce and world peace that I ask for every year, I'll put a Santa hat on it! CY: And a voice box that goes "Ho, ho, ho". Am I sounding like myself again? CY: One of your best features. figure out who is ****ing you off, and go kill him. Thanks for putting up with my holiday yuckies! CY: Sounds good. today actually ahd work. Wednesday I'l be chasing around, and Thurs oughta be more work. I'm fighting to keep Friday free. Blessed be, Baha |
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"Stormin Mormon" had some very
interesting things to say about Merrier (with some additions): CY: I wonder some times about folks who are not cat owned. Never trust one. (smile here; folks out there, the reason this is funny is that *I*, little ol' Stormy isn't cat owned. We now return you to your regularly scheduled message.) I'm sure someone at your friendly animal shelter would be happy to claim you. :-) -- "The universe is quite robust in design and appears to be doing just fine on its own, incompetent support staff notwithstanding. :-)" - the Dennis formerly known as (evil), MCFL |
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Baha, I'm sorry I have just seen this answer to a letter, because Its just
taken meover half an hour to scroll down to Dec; 6th and I can't do that every night When Phil {son} comes tomorrow toput my new work-station together I'll get him todelete up to Dec; I dont know how you all keep up to the new messages, but thank you for your answer and I hope you are feeling much better now Hugs Jean. Singh wrote in message ... Jean Hobbs wrote: Oh Baha,after reading your letter I realise how inconsequential I am, Bullpucky. You are not inconsequential! we were always poor, but we were always loved and never abused, I was always happy, I'm sitting here wondering why some people have such a hard life, and others dont, and I feel so bad for you. I hope and pray that for the rest of your life nothing bad will ever happen to you again, most of the children I've fostered, have had a bad start in life and I know how bad it can affect the lives of those who suffer abuse,cruelty, or even neglect. How can one be inconsequential when one gives a new start to a living being who may have descended into a worse fate but for you? Wilson and I are sending 'be happy' Purrs and lots of big Hugs to you with love and blessings Thanks. I think it's working because I'm starting to regain my backbone. Purrs, and rest...lots of rest! Blessed be, Baha |
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