This is ancient Pooska, Kaim’s kitty. She’s seventeen, and she was being sickly, so we took her up to the vet and he thought she had kidney failure. I’m not going there. In fact, I didn’t think he was actually very good — he gave Cello antibiotics for a bladder infection but didn’t take his temperature.
So we’ll see. $258 later …
However, I got wonderful ideas for Richie from you guys (ideas for Richie to get me), and I cheered up and even put stuff on my wish list at Amazon. YOu guys cheered me up with reminding me what was important – time with Richie, foot rubs, etc.
So I thought I’d explain about a good friend of mine and her daughter. She and her daughter were very very close growing up and then her daughter, we’ll call her Mary, ended up in school on the west coast (after three years of drifting through other schools). Her daughter has emotional issues. Anyway, she settled into school very happily in San Francisco. She’s very reserved and somewhat shy, but eventually she found a comfortable situation and good roomies. Anyway, things happened, she decided she was Gender Queer (which means kind of androgynous and sort of waffling between male and female) and didn’t want to be called “baby girl” (a term of affection from her mother) or daughter, or Mary. She chose a new name that no one had ever heard of (let’s call it Maim) and now her family has to call her that and they get corrected every time they get it wrong. And they get it wrong a lot. Though she corrects them nicely enough. And they’re allowed to use her and she. But she’s not their daughter, she’s their child. And don’t get me started on wanting her breasts removed, and she’s a tiny little thing with probably a 34 B.
Infer what you wish. My poor friend is very supportive but a little frustrated, and her father is confused and annoyed. He just wants her to finish school after about 9 years of school and never holding a job and being supported by her parents her entire life.
Anyway, that’s the story of Maim. Oooh, that’s a terribly alternative name. Maik. Ah, that’s a good fictional name.
Anyway, just another thing to add to the mix of depression.
But anyway, off to get the car looked at and do some last minute shopping (plus have a nice lunch). So we’ll have a good day.
If anyone had advice on how my friend should handle Maik let me know and I’ll pass it along.