10 Good Things About Frankie

1. Frankie had beautiful blue eyes
2. Frankie had elegance and grace
3. Frankie talked but she didn't squawk
4. Frankie always came running when I got home (except when I got home from Spain and then she let me worry)
5. Frankie always slept with me until I fell asleep.
6. Frankie was good with children.
7. Frankie traveled well.
8. Frankie kept me safe from cockroaches, mice and other cats.
9. Frankie let me snuggle with her whenever I wanted or needed.
10. Frankie was a good cat.

(yes, the idea was stolen from the book The Tenth Good Thing About Barney by Judith Viorst that my sister just sent me)

Frankie and her fabulous life

Text is coming tomorrow. (and probably more pictures).

Talya, the beach and Barcelona

My friend Talya had a full afternoon evening together. We went to the beach and told stories on ourselves (we did verbal spring cleaning), we went to dinner and started desire lists, and we saw Vicki Christina Barcelona. Spring Cleaning was great, we got the charge off several different topics for each of us. Dinner was yummy (Library Ale House). And the movie... Well the movie was a slice of life that while interesting, after all was said and done, I didn't see the point - perhaps that is the point.

Quick side notes: Frankie seems better. And I did a splits catch in trapeze class on thursday. AND I am almost done with my Diploma A in Shiatsu school.

Frankie and the Vet

Frankie is 18.5 years old. I have had her since she was a kitten. Her kidneys are not working at the level to which she needs them, but they are probably working pretty damn well for someone her age. Unfortunately, it isn't good enough for her to function really well. Lately she seems like a crotchety old lady (some of you might say, like her mother). She wakes me up early; she doesn't like to clean herself (like a really old lady) and she is a VERY finicky eater and every so often (actually rarely) she is incontinent. Last week, she pretty much stopped eating, so I force fed her baby food. I took her to the vet Friday. She had started picking on food a wee bit again. Yesterday, I left her at the vet all day for her to get fluids intravenously. And she was sent home with an IV of fluid for me to prick her with each day (or every other, depending upon her) a give her fluids under her skin (thank god, they don't expect me to find a vein). She did have a catheter in at the vets yesterday, so she has a bald spot on her paw now. I just gave Frankie her first dose of fluid today. She was actually good about it - I was much more upset than she. Here she is with the bandaid they gave her (her bald spot is under the wrap) - unfortunately my camera always pauses before taking a picture. Her bandaid matched her eyes.