O is with his family, lending a helping hand to put up the tent.
We have been on the road too. Joan, Gil, Sully and I are on our way to Denver. We're sleeping in Boise tonight. It was 107 when we pulled off the freeway here last night, but it probably got under 100 overnight.
They are a nice family in the complex where I live. Arabella is good at being endearing. I saw the father this morning and asked how she did. He gave her some of her treats, she loves her treats, and she ended up sleeping with them. She has a way of insinuating herself into people's hearts.
So I guess everything's okay. That's good.
When I showed up at Joanie's today she was working in the front yard and Gilly and Sully were out with her on leashes. Gilbert gets ecstatic when he sees me. He starts yelping and getting all doggie devotional. So I gave him a good rubbing and scratching and that seemed to satisfy him. The guys will help me manage the transition to catlessness.
The lady across the way from me is going to adopt Arabella. I went down to the office for the apartments to find out if I could hang up a flyer to advertise her and she was sitting there. She fell in love with the picture on the flyer. On Monday the woman came over and I introduced her to the little sweetheart. Those of you who've met her know that Arabella is a very charming cat. She won her heart.
I've got to take Arabella to the vet's for followup booster shots, but then she'll be moving in with her new family. The apartment's pretty much the same layout as mine, and I'll be giving the cat box, cat furniture, water dish, food dish, etc., as part of a package deal, so all her accessories will be familiar. New laps aren't quite so scary if you've got the same toilet.
As preparation for giving her up for adoption I took Arabella to the vet's today to get her checked out and to update her shots.
She has a microchip in her, which is interesting. She's lost a few teeth but otherwise she's in wonderful health. We got her shots, and she'll go back for boosters in a few weeks.
She clearly doesn't like the cat transporter. In it she weighed 9.6 pounds, so subtract the weight of the cage and you've got a very small kitty. The vet and her assistant gave me some advice as to where I may be able to put her up for adoption.
Yesterday I drove over to the senior center here in Beaverton, but it was closed for the holiday. Arabella would make a fine indoor lap cat and companion for a senior. She's very friendly and loves to cuddle and be petted.
When we got home from the vet's I gave her a few of her favorite treats. She hopped up and sat in my lap for awhile. Now she's back in her bed, taking another catnap.
I had a dream this morning. I was at a rock festival being held on a beach. The bands were all unknown to me. I lost my space right in front of the stage, it was an erected stand, and so I had to move to the side. I sat next to a couple. The guy was bragging that they'd been married for five years but the woman had cheating on her mind. She kept touching my leg and looking intently at me. The promoters sold hard liquor at this event. I had in my possession a model of a man buried in snow for a school project. The school resembled my high school back in New Jersey.
The first band was a roots blues band, okay. Lots of bendy notes. The second band was a large group of musicians, halfway between a funk band and a marching band. The fusion didn't seem to work. They marched through the audience.
As anyone who knows me can testify, here in my dotage I am an extremely energetic, goal-oriented kind of guy. I attribute all my afternoon naps to this cat insinuating her way into my armpit and demanding I keep still.
I was working on a new song yesterday, "Called In Sick". When I am in my music room working on things Arabella gets bored and comes in and complains. She also tends to go wandering in the wires behind things. And I worry about accidentally rolling my chair over her.
So I got a box next to my chair, put a pillow on it, and then put a towel on the pillow. Instant throne.