I had a lovely evening last night at AutumnZ's and SweetBoy's out in the quiet country. SweetBoy had called me and asked me to come out, but I thought I had a party date with The Leo so I sadly had to decline. Leo and I had crossed wires and we ended up not going. SO, I picked up Indian food and some wine and headed down to the beautiful stretch of BF Egypt where AutumnZ and SweetBoy live.
It was lovely.
The air was cool but not cold, still and gentle, and he had candles all burning on the back deck and everyone else was in bed already! Which was sad because I really wanted to see them. The little'uns had had a sleepover the night before, so nobody got much rest and were exhausted. So SweetBoy and I had a quiet meal, a soulful long chat and then we spent about an hour and a half lying down on the sidewalk in front of their house looking up at the stars and listening to the song of the bugs while scratching each others' backs and speculating on how many aliens on other planets were doing the same thing, looking down on us. Several shooting stars were enjoyed, one gloriously spectacular one in particular that had a long, persistent tail.
Got up late-ish today and was a totally lazy man. Went to my beloved coffee shoppe and finished off a thousand-page sci-fi book (really, I'm not exaggerating: it was 1006 pages long), then had a lengthy phone call with the folks about my grandmother, who is not doing well at all. I'm sure now that I'll be going back for the funeral soon.
Came back to work to leave the spare massage table that I've been lugging around and poked around That Internet for hairball cures. Turns out that hairballs are trichobezoars, "hair-stomach-rocks" to be exact (and here I thought that J.K. Rowling made that word up ...), they are not only a cat phenomenon (who knew!) and there are all sorts of icky pictures of them on Google, mostly from the insides of people, yuck. They are apparently significantly made up of fat, and their formation can mostly be mitigated by introducing soya lecithin into the diet as an emulsifier. Which I'm soooo gonna try because I regularly get woken up by the "hyulk hyulk hyulk" hairball-hack-up sound made by Phoebe the Teeny Kitty.
Now, if only iRobot made a catbox-scooping robot ...
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2 comments:
There is nothing quite as roguish as petting your kitty in your lap to hear them...hurk...hork...hack...gag
OY VEY! I have some molasses stuff the vet gave me and it works great.
Sound like you had a wonder couple of days to yourself.
Hugs,
kb
He truly is a Sweetboy. I love the name.
Did he send you the Free Hug videos from YouTube? This morning he said that he wanted our family to do this. I had to tell him no, that there may be pervs hugging my children. But that the two of you could do it. :-)
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