Spotty went on an adventure

Pretty depressed all day but a little mixed to (so also manic at the same time as depression). 

Last night we turned off the fan in my doorway and turned on the heater.  It worked perfectly, roaring to life like a good boy.  I love our gas heater. 

We were toasty in no time.  Mama and Spotty found the bedroom fascinating now that the scary fan noise had ended, they came in and explored.  No one hissed at them or beat them up, either. 

I went to bed, slept OK (I do, most nights).  I got up exhausted, set the alarm for later, and went back to bed, much to the cats' outrage. 

I had an obligation to feed them the second the alarm went off, they don't bother me before that but I owe them the bare minimum... I did of course get up, feed everyone (I didn't see Spotty), got ready for work.  I barely made it. 

We went to the warehouse and got the supplies.  I also got whey protein isolate shakes for me (those don't cause me difficulty), cat treats, and of course Halloween candy.  This week I went with a 100 count tub of Now & Later candy and a 5 pound sack of pinata mix.  That combined with my other pinata mix will fill a lot of bags.  I still want to get some taffy. 

We got to work and unloaded.  I put the Halloween candy in the stockroom, and one case of the drinks for me.  I put the rest in a bag to come home. 

I have joked a few times: if Ron had a miracle healing I would be screwed because I am so used to hanging things on the wheelchair.  Today I had enough to flip the chair if Ron wasn't in it. 

It was more work for me getting Ron around walking/walker.  I had to guide him in addition to holding him up.  With the wheelchair I just point and go.  So it is easier to have Ron in a wheelchair than on a walker. 

Anyway, work.  Ron was very foggy today and kept asking the same questions again and again.  After work I waited until he was idle, then I said "I need to know something". 

"What?"

"I need you to tell me the pain is really that bad, the pain pills really help that much, and this is all worth it."  He said yes to all. 

"Why are you asking that?" 

"I need to hear it". 

Back to work, so I helped him mainly because snacks looked OK except for candy, and I did most of that.  It is a lot easier to put down a case of candy bars if he may be calling on me any minute. 

We went out, waited a long time.  The driver was a nice enough guy but wanted to know our name.  I gave him our last name, he wanted the first name.  OK.  There is only one crippled guy in a wheelchair with an attendant (I am in the notes on every trip) waiting to ride.  But we got it. 

We got home, I got Ron in the house, he went for the vodka.  I had a muffin and some soy milk, took my pills.  I fed the cats - still didn't see Spotty - and laid down for a nap. 

I had a pretty good little nap, drumroll: woke up with a headache but not a bad one.  I got it pretty easily.  Ron was in bed listening to TV.  And Biscuit was going nuts meowing and pawing at the glass on my sliding glass door. 

I have a pet door that screws into the frame of the sliding glass door.  Then on the outside I have the burglar bars.  Outside that is the cat cage.  I opened up the blinds and saw Spotty crying outside in the cat cage.  Biscuit was trying to show him how to use the cat door. 

Can we take a minute to appreciate Biscuit and how much he loves his little brother?  Biscuit was so concerned. 

It didn't help one of my neighbors had a yard crew out and Spot was scared of their equipment, which could be heard but not seen. 

I opened the sliding door and he ran in, looking for his mother.  Poor little Spot.  I have never had a cat couldn't figure out a cat door.   He is a big boy, 8 months old. 

Now, between us [whispering] it took Biscuit 4 months to figure out the cat door but once he saw it in action he got it. 

Sad, but Spotty was so happy we saved him.  Biscuit gets all the credit, he really looks out for the little guys and would make a great foster brother. 

In a perfect world where I won the lotto I would foster pregnant queens (cats) and help raise the babies to adoptable age (2-3 months), that would be so much fun.  Biscuit would love it.  BUT this is the real world and I have plenty of cats already.  That would be a good blog title "Plenty of Cats Already". 

So I gave both Biscuit (prescription) and Spotty (Temptations) treats.  Spotty found his mother and told her all about it. 

Cleo was adorable when I brought Ron in the house, she ran towards him with her tail in the air - RAN toward him - rubbing against the wheelchair so he could pet her and give her treats.  It is so cute to see how she's bonded and I am glad I brought her in the house. 

I talked to Sara at the vet's office about Cleo, months ago, and said I wasn't sure what to do, TNR or "home" her?  She said "try" to home her and she might surprise me.  I am glad I listened to that.  I called her yesterday and thanked her for that. 

Ron finds the scar on her back a great identifier when petting her - scar = Cleo so he knows it is her and can call her name. 

I remembered to tell Ron to pay the gas bill - this is why we probably "shouldn't" live on our own - he paid it.  There was a very strong solvent smell at work today, paint thinner or nail polish remover type - it was ghastly and I worried it would trip a migraine, but it did not. 

Thank God.  I am not very hungry, still tired, I need to clean the boxes, check the mail.  Wash my hands very well, take my pills, call my parents. 

I am probably doing a Hot Pocket for dinner.