New Resident
Josie Joshua, otherwise known as Josh, has come to live with us.
(photo of Josh taken by his first "mom" before he left to come live with us)
Josh is a ruddy Aby, though he's a bit lighter in color and more red than Rico, our other current adopted Abyssinian cat. He comes from Texas, from a breeder who is moving to Russia and needed to adopt out most of her cats -- I knew her from NAR (National Abyssinian Rescue), as she was the one who placed Rico with us back a few years ago.
Josh is still far too shy to come out from hiding in the guestroom where he's currently sequestered from the other cats. It's not been quite a week, but it's clear that the airplane trip from Texas to Boston was a bit too much for such a shy boy; it may be several weeks before he allows us humans to come near to him. And I don't want the other cats overwhelming him yet. He is playing with his old, beloved toys that his mom sent with him in his carrier, as well as the new toys we got him. And climbing the brand-new cat tree in "his" room, as well as eating quite satisfactorily. I think it's only a matter of time, though we're told that he's always been a bit shy anyway.
He'll never replace Fielder in my heart, but he's an Aby who needed a home, and we hope we can be good humans for him.
Oh, and Rico has been going and talking "Aby" under the door to Josh. It's the sweetest thing. It isn't mean talk or aggressive talk -- it's "Hello? I'm here! I'm an Aby too!" talk. Awwww.
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In other news, I'm still sleeping altogether too much, and hope the neurologist can shed some light on that in a few weeks' time when I have an appointment to see him. All other health is checking out pretty well, though I'm now on meds for high insulin resistance -- for all we can tell, this dates back to the side-effects from the high-dose of cortecosteroids I was on a number of years ago. In any case, we'll see in a few months how that pans out. No symptoms with it, so no one's worried, including the endocrinologist; I certainly am not. I haven't had a followup test for the unbelievably low Vitamin D levels they found, but we're assuming the high-dose prescriptive of D I'm taking weekly is doing its job. With luck, the exhaustion is tied to that, and that'll slowly clear it up. Again, hoping the neuro can shed some light on that, too.
I have started a sadly plaintive Wish List at Amazon this year, as it looks like our finances aren't going to go up anytime soon and we're operating in the red every month by a great deal of money. I hope my FL might take pity on me and gang up to get me something; October through Christmas is rather a bad time for me every year. It's an old story, and those who know me well know why, so I'm not going to bother you all with it. Suffice it to say, it rather culminates at Christmas, which has had very bad memories for me for a long time. Not getting anything but underwear (which I need, dammit) really takes the cake. I never did get any of the boxed set DVDs of the new Doctor Who series -- I'd really love some of them. At least the old ones are cheaper than the newest.
I think it wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't made a decent living for so many years. I seriously hate this. If the economy doesn't pick up, I honestly don't know what we'll do. Being scared every month? It sucks, people.
I know I have it better than some of my friends (yes, I'm looking at you) -- so just tell me to shut up, okay? (And we should share those DVDs you know, if either of us gets some. Yes, you. I'm looking at you. ::snicker::)
(photo of Josh taken by his first "mom" before he left to come live with us)
Josh is a ruddy Aby, though he's a bit lighter in color and more red than Rico, our other current adopted Abyssinian cat. He comes from Texas, from a breeder who is moving to Russia and needed to adopt out most of her cats -- I knew her from NAR (National Abyssinian Rescue), as she was the one who placed Rico with us back a few years ago.
Josh is still far too shy to come out from hiding in the guestroom where he's currently sequestered from the other cats. It's not been quite a week, but it's clear that the airplane trip from Texas to Boston was a bit too much for such a shy boy; it may be several weeks before he allows us humans to come near to him. And I don't want the other cats overwhelming him yet. He is playing with his old, beloved toys that his mom sent with him in his carrier, as well as the new toys we got him. And climbing the brand-new cat tree in "his" room, as well as eating quite satisfactorily. I think it's only a matter of time, though we're told that he's always been a bit shy anyway.
He'll never replace Fielder in my heart, but he's an Aby who needed a home, and we hope we can be good humans for him.
Oh, and Rico has been going and talking "Aby" under the door to Josh. It's the sweetest thing. It isn't mean talk or aggressive talk -- it's "Hello? I'm here! I'm an Aby too!" talk. Awwww.
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In other news, I'm still sleeping altogether too much, and hope the neurologist can shed some light on that in a few weeks' time when I have an appointment to see him. All other health is checking out pretty well, though I'm now on meds for high insulin resistance -- for all we can tell, this dates back to the side-effects from the high-dose of cortecosteroids I was on a number of years ago. In any case, we'll see in a few months how that pans out. No symptoms with it, so no one's worried, including the endocrinologist; I certainly am not. I haven't had a followup test for the unbelievably low Vitamin D levels they found, but we're assuming the high-dose prescriptive of D I'm taking weekly is doing its job. With luck, the exhaustion is tied to that, and that'll slowly clear it up. Again, hoping the neuro can shed some light on that, too.
I have started a sadly plaintive Wish List at Amazon this year, as it looks like our finances aren't going to go up anytime soon and we're operating in the red every month by a great deal of money. I hope my FL might take pity on me and gang up to get me something; October through Christmas is rather a bad time for me every year. It's an old story, and those who know me well know why, so I'm not going to bother you all with it. Suffice it to say, it rather culminates at Christmas, which has had very bad memories for me for a long time. Not getting anything but underwear (which I need, dammit) really takes the cake. I never did get any of the boxed set DVDs of the new Doctor Who series -- I'd really love some of them. At least the old ones are cheaper than the newest.
I think it wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't made a decent living for so many years. I seriously hate this. If the economy doesn't pick up, I honestly don't know what we'll do. Being scared every month? It sucks, people.
I know I have it better than some of my friends (yes, I'm looking at you) -- so just tell me to shut up, okay? (And we should share those DVDs you know, if either of us gets some. Yes, you. I'm looking at you. ::snicker::)