Belly up in a pile of nip, next to my valerian plague ratsie, and on butcher paper that is gently infused with the scent of fresh salmon...Life is good.
I'm in my favorite place on my favorite tree in my favorite location, basking in my favorite sunbeam; that being the middle half-pipe perch on the Big Tree in the living room in the late afternoon rays.
I love love love this spot! Mommy removes a thick layer of black (and white, but they don't count) furs every couple of weeks from my nearly continual occupation.
I am becoming quite an old hand (paw?) at hanging in the garage with Daddy and purrforming inspections...nonetheless I'm so happy to visit that I flare my tail feathers--every time!
Mommy ordered this really great box from Amazon, and she did good--it is exactly the right size for a small white cat. Like me--I got in it as soon as it was opened.
Later Daddy came along and did some mod rads; he taped three of the tabs together for increased height and sturdiness, and added the snazzy roof.
Did I mention that I fit PURRfectly in here?
My ear tip folds over *just so* and I'm as snug as a bug in a rug.
When I came to live at The Lounge, I had been declawed on my front feets.
Thankfully all my furblings are nice and I don't need them for defense...
...and there are these most excellent carpeted ridges for me to stretch out what is left of my toes; because declawing IS amputation and my toes ARE stumps.
I know I'm a lucky boy to end up in such a great situation.
Can you believe this is the THIRD place I've lived??
Our cat food delivery arrived, and look what I got!
Since I fill up half the box Mommy estimates I'm the equivalent of 64 cans of cat food--I'm not sure if I should be flattered or insulted--either way, I'm a Big Boy.
It's been nearly a year since I was able to resume exercising after fracturing my kneecap. You never realize how much effort it takes to simply move across the room until you break something important. Overall, I'd say the rehab has been more painful than the actual injury--limping and favoring one side of my body for several months atrophied the muscles and tendons on my left side visibly. Seriously, my pants were looser on my left leg than my right, and I had (still have, occasionally) chronic lower back pain from the unevenness in my frame.
Last year I started practicing yoga, and I'd been at it about twelve weeks when I had my accident in May. I enjoyed it so much though that I knew I'd resume it just as soon as I could, and when I went down to Arizona to visit my parents the following October I went to a couple of classes with my Mom (thanks Mom!) and that got the ball rolling for me again. As long as I respected my knee's edge I was safe. And oh, how I love it. The past year has been a revelation in what my body can do--me, almost 52, learning to do a headstand in the middle of the room! I am amazed and proud of myself. I've gone at least twice a week for an entire year now and I'm happy to report that my knee is at 100%, and the back/hip pain no longer distracts me enough to deter a good night's sleep or a long walk. I go to a great studio with small classes and wonderful teachers where there's lots of hands-on adjustments and feedback--it's an incredibly warm and nurturing place for the body and soul.
On the days I don't go to a formal class I like to practice at home, even if it's only for twenty minutes because 1) it's so energizing, and 2) I know that if I don't keep my hip limber I'll suffer that evening--pain is such a powerful motivator!
So I thought I'd toot my own horn for 90 seconds and do a Sun Salutation for you.
Thanks, Mom and Dad. I think you two did a great job with me.
Scott bought me a fabulously decadent Double-Fudge Chocolate cake, and I received some lovely cards (and phone calls, too).
Thank you, Aunt Shary and Uncle Mike for the lovely gift--I coincidentally got the new Athleta catalogue in the mail today and there's a pair of yoga pants in there with my name on 'em!
The Kats got me a new Dyson! The better to tidy up their litter crumbs and fur...I gave it a whirl right away and boy, does this thing suck. Yes. I vacuum on my birthday. Don't judge.
My daughter Ashley sent me two fabulous ThirtyOne bags...a tote that's perfect for holding my crocheting and a much-needed insulated lunch bag that has a nice BIG bottom. I'm a fool for bags...
I'm going out for lunch with our neighbor Gisela (Salem and May Ling's BFF) at the new Chinese restaurant and Scott's grilling pork chops for dinner, and of course more cake will be consumed.