Samantha Saturday – Working Girl

It’s been a challenge keeping up with the demands and deadlines at the office these days. Thank goodness for my home office assistant! She tends to so many tasks. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

She is an excellent technician.

Mama, I put the paper in the printer! It’s good to go!

She keeps me on track.

Mama, look at the time! Your nine o’clock Zoom meeting is about to start! Can I join in with ya?

She’s a great second set of eyes.

Mama, I’m done reviewing the public report you drafted for that project called Las Vistas. I caught some typos.

Break time!

Happy Weekend!

What About Bob…cat?

Although I’ve been preoccupied with Lexington while being the best palliative care provider I can be, Bobcat, my other love-bug still gets plenty of attention from me, especially because he knows how to get my attention.

He always seems to be where I want to be…

Cats are known for their curiosity, but I’m amazed at Bobcat’s curious behavior.  How the base of my coffee table or a rock on the walkway can serve as comfortable pillows is beyond my comprehension.

His entrance and exit strategies are so complex.  He’d rather go boldly down the rocky garden retaining wall than use the porch steps.  He prefers to depart through the windows and only wants to use the front door when it’s shut despite the open French doors in the bedroom.

He laughs at my birthday cards, thinks he’s a boudoir model, and has become Lexington’s personal bodyguard.

The Universe is conspiring with Bobcat. The other day I got a reminder about him on the way to work.

That’s my boy!

Love ya, man!

 

The Dogged Cat

Lexington’s two front legs make a languid stretch out from under his chest; first the left, then the right with his big paws leading the way.  He props himself up into a sphinx-like position, yawning as he awakes from napping on the porch.  He looks at me, blinks, and says “hello” with a raspy meow.  He slowly transitions into a standing position, making it evident that he’s lost muscle mass, and that movement is no longer effortless.  He attempts to walk down the three stairs of the porch, but I pick him up and walk him over to the grass. 

Lexington gingerly walks around the yard sniffing weeds, he gently pushes a tennis ball with his paw all the while vocalizing chirps and meows in various pitches and modulations.  I watch the heart-warming scene, grateful that he’s still here and happy, even though I know certain movements are not comfortable for him.  I help him as much as possible to alleviate extra stress on his little body.  I lift him up onto the sofa, the bed, and transport him from the porch whenever I can.  If it were up to him, he’d do everything by himself despite the discomfort, and at times, pain.  Felines are stoic, like so many animals, when they are suffering.  It’s their genetic connection to their wildcat cousins that mask pain to throw-off predators.

Some days he doesn’t leave the bed and he looks fatigued as he stares off at nothing in particular. I’ve often thought over the past two months that he wouldn’t make it through the summer, but here we are, two weeks past his supposed “time” according to the vet’s prognosis.  Lexington stills enjoying lounging on the porch, exploring the yard, hanging out at the “local watering hole” with Bobcat. 

Recently, he joined a small soiree that I had here at the cottage, warming the hearts of guests as he waltzed onto the patio then sat with friends Michael and Laura while observing the partygoers.

Lexington’s body may have cancer, but his determined spirit isn’t ready to move on  just yet.  

I attribute his relative well being to CBD edibles for cats made by Hempstrax, my doting attention and love, the love of Bobcat, the tranquil environment of our home, and the love, attention and prayers from friends and family.

I thank everyone for your support of my darling Lexington.

XOXO