Gracie at rest
This one’s from before she got sick. She is a happy kitty, snuggled into her tissue-paper nest on the sofa.

She got through the surgery fine and may be coming home tomorrow. I am washing a blanket that I intend to use to create a “nest” for her in the guest room. She won’t like being shut in that much, but I need to keep Tig away from her. This weekend is another of my former students’ B’nai Mitzvah, this time the twins. They did wonderfully tonight.
Tomorrow, if Gracie is coming home, I have to get up, shower, dress in jeans, pick up Gracie, come home, set her up in the spare room, eat breakfast, change into good clothes, go to B’nai Mitzvah. Come home for a few hours, go to party for a few hours. Come home early.
Thanks again to those of you who are hitting the tipjars. You’ve helped me cover nearly half of the bill so far, and it’s been a HUGE help.
The job interview went well, but I don’t think I have enough marketing clips to get much further. However, there’s another job that I think I can qualify for a bit better, so I’ll be pursuing that next week.
In the meantime, elephant jokes would be most appreciated.
I love elephant jokes. I have always loved elephant jokes, and since I have never been able to remember jokes, I never get tired of them. Plus, I can hear the same one a milliion times and still laugh. So if you have any elephant jokes, I’d appreciate reading a few. Rahel gave me a bunch of Israeli elephant jokes last time around (it’s in the archives somewhere; too tired to search).
Elephant jokes would be a good thing for my state of mind right now. I’m going to put the blanket in the dryer and head to bed.
Update Saturday morning: She’s alert and awake, interested in her food, and hitting the litterbox, but the vet says she’s oozing from the suture wound, mostly serum. Lovely. Gracie’s staying the weekend. I keep on insisting they make sure she has enough painkillers, but they’re always on top of that, at least. I also left them a couple of her tuna Fancy Feast cans, and told them to try putting a little on a spoon and seeing if Gracie would eat it that way. I have spoiled her a bit, because I think it’s more important now that she eat and not lose any more weight, so I’ve been literally spoon-feeding her to get her started, or to keep her going. I wonder if perhaps it hurts her to bend down, because she eats plenty when I feed it to her on a spoon, less when I leave it in the bowl.
If the wound stops by Monday, I’ll bring her home, I presume.
