I got some quasi legal advice today. Cats are not usually considered as small caged animals so I likely won't win going that route. However, if I seek the help of my physician, he can write a note saying that my cats aid my physical and emotional help. With that, I can claim that they are not pets but aide animals (like seeing eye dogs) and therefore are exempt from any condo bylaws. Hmmmm. I think my doctor just might agree to that. Especially since I told him about Cole, AND indeed have written about Cole in my column. Cole can convert my heart rhythm to an acceptable one from an AFib one. He lies with me and imitates my irratic heart rate with snorts and weird purrs and then he slowly changes that weird pattern to a normal one with his purrs and my heart follows suit. He has done that since he was a kitten and I call him my little cardiologist.
I have called Thomas my 'inspiration'. He should not be alive but he is. He has multiple problems but he greets each day with enthusiasm. I tell him that he makes me feel that I must carry on in spite of all my problems which some days really weigh me down. So both cats, in their own way, keep me going. Let's keep our fingers crossed. :)
I had a fairly busy day today. I felt like crap but went downtown. I went first for lunch at Robert's. He made me Cajun fried snapper. With salad and his own homemade fries (to die for - and I may well do that). I ran a few errands and finished up at Safeways to do a large shop. I stopped for gas at Shell on the way home. We have to pay at the pump or go in and pay in advance now. Just changed a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't get my airmiles card to work at the pump and then when I went to cancel it, I couldn't. Sigh. So I began to hobble to the store. The woman there came running out and called me dear and took my cards and the airmiles one worked for her. Yay. People seem to be really kind when you look 'done in'.
When I got home, my neighbour Gary saw me from his window. He saw me open the hatchback and then he came running over. He said he could tell by the way I opened it that I was 'knackered'. So he carried all my bags into the house for me. He is a good man when he is sober and he is really trying hard right now.
So, I am home, have had my supper and watched a show I like on TV. Now it is time for bed. I don't think I will have trouble sleeping tonight. G'night all.
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Good luck with the doctor's note. You never know. I know condo associations can make up their own bylaws but if you own the place, it's up to you if the inside gets damaged. What do I know. :P
I loved Thomas a lot but I just couldn't keep up with his inspirational messes. :) He is very feisty and keeps on going when the chips are down. He'll be 9 this year and I hope he keeps on badgering, I mean, loving you for a long time. :)
By the way, my word verification is "bitchiann" Was that a coincidence?
If you log on to your Blog and then come over to mine, you shouldn't have to do any verification. And I am not the one who sets it up so if it wasn't a coincidence then it must have been inspired by the universe. Or something.
Thanks for the wish that Thomas keeps on badgering me for a long time. Last night he had rather nasty farts. Phew. He was cuddled right up close to me - chest level - with his little butt up towards my face. Grrrreat. He didn't stay there long I tell you. lol.
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