Pip: I moved so slight to sit on the lounge like this. But this mommy doesn’t yell at me as much as other mommy. Anyway I was just looking out the window…. Nothing to see here.
Other mommy yells
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Coworking
My home office mate wasn’t amused by the glare coming off my equipment reflecting off the wall.
It was an interesting vision.
A spiral of curly tails
Did u know u can see the future through the curly tail of a cat? Which in my case means copious amounts of socks to match.
Flowers envelop specialness
Even though flowers bought from a store or florist cause feelings of remorse because we catch them frozen in the last moments of their death… They still make me feel special.
It’s all about the ball
I like you. And naps
You guys this was my first break.
Second break. He doesn’t move much.
Lunch. And I forgot to take pics for the rest of my shift. Sometimes days pass and you forget to breathe.
Team work from home
Stella: Recently I noticed things have changed drastically in my home. Yesterday I realized how awesome these major changes are.
I get to sit in front of the computer screen resting my head on mommy’s arm or hand purring so loud I vibrate.
I’m not complaining I love to lay on mommy although she constantly moves me when I try to push my bottom near her face and stand in front of her face.
Sometimes I lay behind the computer. I used to have a safe haven when mommy had her desk set up in the other room. This room is quieter and has less traffic.
I love Bic pens!
I’m so happy I get mommy and me time every single day! I’m back!
Reminders from canine
During my lunch break I noticed the tulip just about to open. Pip noticed too and we all took a moment to admire the beauty of spring. Tulips don’t mind a closer look.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Yesterday I found mom sitting alone at a table in the kitchen area. I noticed she has gained weight. Makes sense. Not much movement, more rounded square meals, etc. Oh I miss my mom so much.
I dreaded going there yesterday. I dread going there everytime. It’s really sad seeing someone you love so much living with all those older people. First her room smelled like poop. I noticed on her chair dried poop.
After I cleaned that off I noticed there wasn’t anywhere for me to wash my hands because the handle on the faucet was missing. I used the bathroom near the kitchen area. It was filthy. At least I washed my hands obsessively.
My mom’s hands and nails were filthy. Brown caked under her nails, and more brown whatever stuff caked on her hand. I mean, I don’t think it was poop you guys. I would have smelled that I would think.
So I washed her hands and tried to get the brown yuck from under her nails. Her fingertips began to wrinkle we washed so long. Pretty nasty.
We went outside. I cut her nails. I painted her nails. I filed her nails. I mean we’re only paying five grand a month … Oh there are so many things so upsetting.
I sat with my mom holding her hand and I massage her shoulders and back. I don’t know why I do it but I just want to touch her and make her know I love her. I held her clean hand and we watched the others play some games that were so amusing. I noticed the smell of urine.
I cried when the residents around the table sung “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” and they sung the other verse and that is just the worst – something about when I looked there I was mistaken and I laid down my head and cried. C’MON! why is this being sung. UGH excessive rush of blood to my throat.
When mom got up to move to another table, I noticed her pants were wet. I didn’t want to deal with it. So I didn’t. I did mention it to one of the aides which made me sad. I walked out as sad as I always am when I leave. Heart broken.
Wet when you walk the dog
Today as Sunday’s go was a blur. A time warp. I was just sipping coffee am reading the paper. Then I was smelling urine and sitting outside in the rain. Sipping evening iced coffee. Sunday shorn. And happy. Loving that I finally can go to work tomorrow. A successful Sunday night of no suicidal sadness.