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Guess I Don't Count Around Here
OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't
hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) I've been home all afternoon. I've been the only human/slave home, and I've been very available as I don't feel well and was resting in the bedroom with my knee up on a pillow. I did hear a great deal of bird racket outside but didn't go check on it. I also quit trying to answer the phone. I can't understand half of what I hear on it, and usually can't do much about the other half. Got tired of going to look for the phone with a decent speaker since all the calls were junk or grandsons with problems I don't feel like dealing with today. No spare money at the moment and don't feel like giving anybody a ride anywhere. Charlie was out shopping. He is a big believer in the pre-father's day men's wear sales. When he came home a bit ago, he was showing me what he bought and Jake came in complaining to his daddy at the top of his meezer lungs. I don't know what his story was but he started it half way down the hall on his way to the bedroom, and talked to Charlie for another solid five minutes when he got there. I suspect some of the subjects were the miserable birds, the squirrels, the state freshness of food and water supplies and the dog. Oh and how little help I am for a poor beleaguered cat who's daddy was missing for hours and hours. The rest was probably gossip not considered fit for 'the ladies'. I know there was swearing involved. Jo |
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Jofirey wrote:
OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) I've been home all afternoon. I've been the only human/slave home, and I've been very available as I don't feel well and was resting in the bedroom with my knee up on a pillow. I did hear a great deal of bird racket outside but didn't go check on it. I also quit trying to answer the phone. I can't understand half of what I hear on it, and usually can't do much about the other half. Got tired of going to look for the phone with a decent speaker since all the calls were junk or grandsons with problems I don't feel like dealing with today. No spare money at the moment and don't feel like giving anybody a ride anywhere. Charlie was out shopping. He is a big believer in the pre-father's day men's wear sales. When he came home a bit ago, he was showing me what he bought and Jake came in complaining to his daddy at the top of his meezer lungs. I don't know what his story was but he started it half way down the hall on his way to the bedroom, and talked to Charlie for another solid five minutes when he got there. I suspect some of the subjects were the miserable birds, the squirrels, the state freshness of food and water supplies and the dog. Oh and how little help I am for a poor beleaguered cat who's daddy was missing for hours and hours. The rest was probably gossip not considered fit for 'the ladies'. I know there was swearing involved. Jo Sorry you are feeling punk! Remember the song "Tomorrow"? Tomorrow, tomorrow, the sun will shine tomorrow -- hopefully! Best feel better wishes for you and that darn cat. MLB |
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Jofirey wrote:
OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) I've been home all afternoon. I've been the only human/slave home, and I've been very available as I don't feel well and was resting in the bedroom with my knee up on a pillow. I did hear a great deal of bird racket outside but didn't go check on it. I also quit trying to answer the phone. I can't understand half of what I hear on it, and usually can't do much about the other half. Got tired of going to look for the phone with a decent speaker since all the calls were junk or grandsons with problems I don't feel like dealing with today. No spare money at the moment and don't feel like giving anybody a ride anywhere. Charlie was out shopping. He is a big believer in the pre-father's day men's wear sales. When he came home a bit ago, he was showing me what he bought and Jake came in complaining to his daddy at the top of his meezer lungs. I don't know what his story was but he started it half way down the hall on his way to the bedroom, and talked to Charlie for another solid five minutes when he got there. I suspect some of the subjects were the miserable birds, the squirrels, the state freshness of food and water supplies and the dog. Oh and how little help I am for a poor beleaguered cat who's daddy was missing for hours and hours. The rest was probably gossip not considered fit for 'the ladies'. I know there was swearing involved. Jo Sorry you are feeling punk! Remember the song "Tomorrow"? Tomorrow, tomorrow, the sun will shine tomorrow -- hopefully! Best feel better wishes for you and that darn cat. MLB |
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OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) I've been home all afternoon. I've been the only human/slave home, and I've been very available as I don't feel well and was resting in the bedroom with my knee up on a pillow. I did hear a great deal of bird racket outside but didn't go check on it. I also quit trying to answer the phone. I can't understand half of what I hear on it, and usually can't do much about the other half. Got tired of going to look for the phone with a decent speaker since all the calls were junk or grandsons with problems I don't feel like dealing with today. No spare money at the moment and don't feel like giving anybody a ride anywhere. Charlie was out shopping. He is a big believer in the pre-father's day men's wear sales. When he came home a bit ago, he was showing me what he bought and Jake came in complaining to his daddy at the top of his meezer lungs. I don't know what his story was but he started it half way down the hall on his way to the bedroom, and talked to Charlie for another solid five minutes when he got there. I suspect some of the subjects were the miserable birds, the squirrels, the state freshness of food and water supplies and the dog. Oh and how little help I am for a poor beleaguered cat who's daddy was missing for hours and hours. The rest was probably gossip not considered fit for 'the ladies'. I know there was swearing involved. Jo Silly cat. I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. Purrs sent for you to feel better soon Kyla |
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"Jofirey" wrote:
OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) That was funny. I like your rationale for not answering the phone. They should make electronic interfaces for those things so that you can do what others cannot - plug your brain directly into your phone or stereo. For some reason, I'd pictured Jake as being a very quiet meezer cat. |
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"Takayuki" wrote in message ... "Jofirey" wrote: OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) That was funny. I like your rationale for not answering the phone. They should make electronic interfaces for those things so that you can do what others cannot - plug your brain directly into your phone or stereo. For some reason, I'd pictured Jake as being a very quiet meezer cat. They do have accessories that are supposed to improve phone use and connection. The way this works, my phone would be wired directly into the coil in my brain. I just can't bring myself to think it would work reliable for me since I am still very dependent on lip reading. Its like once I learned it, I can't let it go. Sundays are the worst. I can communicate face to face with most of my family, even without the processor if needed. Gets a little bit like charades, but heck I raised them before they learned how to talk and I understood them them. Charlie hold the honor of being the least cooperative family member around my ear surgeons clientele. He was raised with a crippled sister and learned from the time he was a toddler never to help her with something she could do her self. That comes naturally to him, so he just isn't looking for anything he can do to help us. Like being in the room when he tries to tell me something so I can at least see his like. He covers his mouth when he talks like a Japanese school girl. He is the only person I've run into that having their lips read made them so uncomfortable. Even strangers try and do pretty well. Unless English is their second or third language and the first was something Asiatic. Then they are working so hard to get English words our, the lip formation just isn't normal. But far and away the worst challenge is the guy that cuts our lawn. He rides a bicycle. Doesn't have a drivers license any more. We know. or rather my daughter know his family very well. They are quite 'respectable and all that. Family owns a ranch, brother owns a business. Mamma is sick and Joe takes care of her all the time. He gets a few hours off in the evenings and goes out and does yard work for those lucky enough to know about him. I'd be nearly as happy if he even just came to play with the dog. Kayla would certainly be happy. When it was cold last winter, he would come in by the fire and watch football and share dinner. He would play magic tricks with the dog for hours. But he has a permanent tracheotomy. Everyone but me seems to understand him just fine. I can't understand him at all, and I can't stop staring at his mouth trying to get a clue as to what he's saying, only his lips don't move. Makes me feel useless but it doesn't appear to bother him that much and we have had some very strange conversations. Jo |
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Jofirey wrote:
OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) I've been home all afternoon. I've been the only human/slave home, and I've been very available as I don't feel well and was resting in the bedroom with my knee up on a pillow. I did hear a great deal of bird racket outside but didn't go check on it. I also quit trying to answer the phone. I can't understand half of what I hear on it, and usually can't do much about the other half. Got tired of going to look for the phone with a decent speaker since all the calls were junk or grandsons with problems I don't feel like dealing with today. No spare money at the moment and don't feel like giving anybody a ride anywhere. Charlie was out shopping. He is a big believer in the pre-father's day men's wear sales. When he came home a bit ago, he was showing me what he bought and Jake came in complaining to his daddy at the top of his meezer lungs. I don't know what his story was but he started it half way down the hall on his way to the bedroom, and talked to Charlie for another solid five minutes when he got there. I suspect some of the subjects were the miserable birds, the squirrels, the state freshness of food and water supplies and the dog. Oh and how little help I am for a poor beleaguered cat who's daddy was missing for hours and hours. The rest was probably gossip not considered fit for 'the ladies'. I know there was swearing involved. Jo It sounds like you need a hug, {{{{{{{{{ Jo }}}}}}}}}. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow) Cats leave pawprints on your heart http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk |
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"Adrian" wrote in message om... Jofirey wrote: OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) I've been home all afternoon. I've been the only human/slave home, and I've been very available as I don't feel well and was resting in the bedroom with my knee up on a pillow. I did hear a great deal of bird racket outside but didn't go check on it. I also quit trying to answer the phone. I can't understand half of what I hear on it, and usually can't do much about the other half. Got tired of going to look for the phone with a decent speaker since all the calls were junk or grandsons with problems I don't feel like dealing with today. No spare money at the moment and don't feel like giving anybody a ride anywhere. Charlie was out shopping. He is a big believer in the pre-father's day men's wear sales. When he came home a bit ago, he was showing me what he bought and Jake came in complaining to his daddy at the top of his meezer lungs. I don't know what his story was but he started it half way down the hall on his way to the bedroom, and talked to Charlie for another solid five minutes when he got there. I suspect some of the subjects were the miserable birds, the squirrels, the state freshness of food and water supplies and the dog. Oh and how little help I am for a poor beleaguered cat who's daddy was missing for hours and hours. The rest was probably gossip not considered fit for 'the ladies'. I know there was swearing involved. Jo It sounds like you need a hug, {{{{{{{{{ Jo }}}}}}}}}. Thank you Today should be a better day. Took my kick ass pain killer at 3:30 AM. Got up and cleaned the kitchen. Make coffee and the dogs food is in her bowl. (I take some pretty major pain killers, and have a paradoxal reaction to them. They blur the pain away but leave me wide awake for several hours) I should be able to sleep in another thirty minutes and probably will until noon if I can. Haven't had a decent night sleep in about four days. I have Rheumatic Arthritis. Could be a lot worse. But the next few months will be hard as I'm changing medication and will have to wean off some of the stuff that isn't working for me anymore. Oh well, at least the dog and cats don't object to company at 3am, and Charlie can sleep through anything if he's sleeping well. If no one sleeps, we just watch TV all night and try to stay our of each others way the next day. Jo |
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"Jofirey" wrote in message ... OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) I've been home all afternoon. I've been the only human/slave home, and I've been very available as I don't feel well and was resting in the bedroom with my knee up on a pillow. I did hear a great deal of bird racket outside but didn't go check on it. I also quit trying to answer the phone. I can't understand half of what I hear on it, and usually can't do much about the other half. Got tired of going to look for the phone with a decent speaker since all the calls were junk or grandsons with problems I don't feel like dealing with today. No spare money at the moment and don't feel like giving anybody a ride anywhere. Charlie was out shopping. He is a big believer in the pre-father's day men's wear sales. When he came home a bit ago, he was showing me what he bought and Jake came in complaining to his daddy at the top of his meezer lungs. I don't know what his story was but he started it half way down the hall on his way to the bedroom, and talked to Charlie for another solid five minutes when he got there. I suspect some of the subjects were the miserable birds, the squirrels, the state freshness of food and water supplies and the dog. Oh and how little help I am for a poor beleaguered cat who's daddy was missing for hours and hours. The rest was probably gossip not considered fit for 'the ladies'. I know there was swearing involved. I don't how I would feel if there was someone else living here and Boyfie preferred them to me. I suspect I'd feel like you do. Fortunately he has no choice - it's meowmie or no-one ;-) He makes it clear that he adores me and any visitor signals a rush to the great outside in case of whatever might happen (except Simon) who is the only person in the world who has witnessed him kneading me, and that took 5 years. If he had a choice of familiar adults living in the house and he didn't choose me I would be a bit offended I have to admit, although I shouldn't be as cats choose their own hoomins, don't they. I only had one dog that didn't prefer me when my husband was alive (and at the time I had 11) - that was the lurcher, Trim. She like her daddy best because he took her out hunting which is what lurchers like to do. When he died she wasted no time grieving, merely transferred her allegiance to me within 24 hours. All the whippets liked me best. They are gentle dogs and my husband was a big drinker hence his early demise. He could get quite aggressive in drink and it used to frighten them. They could not make sense of it. In the morning he was nice to them and in the evening he was scary and kept telling them off for nothing. Me too. Although it's an awful thing to say our lives were so much more peaceful when he'd gone. We could all relax. Do you know dogs can suffer depression when there is marital disharmony? Apparently so. I'm not sure about cats, although if they were totally indoor and witnessed it regularly I don't see why not. Tweed |
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Healing purrs are on the way, feel better soon.
Hugs, CatNipped "Jofirey" wrote in message ... OK I know Jake is Charlie's cat. And I know that Jake knows I can't hear a great deal of the time. (I really doubt the cats know when I'm wearing my hearing processor) I've been home all afternoon. I've been the only human/slave home, and I've been very available as I don't feel well and was resting in the bedroom with my knee up on a pillow. I did hear a great deal of bird racket outside but didn't go check on it. I also quit trying to answer the phone. I can't understand half of what I hear on it, and usually can't do much about the other half. Got tired of going to look for the phone with a decent speaker since all the calls were junk or grandsons with problems I don't feel like dealing with today. No spare money at the moment and don't feel like giving anybody a ride anywhere. Charlie was out shopping. He is a big believer in the pre-father's day men's wear sales. When he came home a bit ago, he was showing me what he bought and Jake came in complaining to his daddy at the top of his meezer lungs. I don't know what his story was but he started it half way down the hall on his way to the bedroom, and talked to Charlie for another solid five minutes when he got there. I suspect some of the subjects were the miserable birds, the squirrels, the state freshness of food and water supplies and the dog. Oh and how little help I am for a poor beleaguered cat who's daddy was missing for hours and hours. The rest was probably gossip not considered fit for 'the ladies'. I know there was swearing involved. Jo |
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