Christmas

[fbhjr]

Christmas Eve went better than expected. There was a lot of driving as we
went to get Holly’s mother to bring her with us, and that’s an hour each
way.
The visit at her uncle’s wasn’t bad. There are always people I don’t know
there, and I guess you have to inherit a scorecard as only family folk seem
to know who they talk about. But, there we other people there without a
score card too, so we talked with them.
I’m sure there are times I’ve seen Holly’s aunt when she wasn’t on
crutches. But, I can’t think of any right now. The latest thing was to
have new bone put into her foot to help it grow back and heal. Personally
I am in favor of organ donations and such. But, it kind of creeps me out
for her to keep referring to it as the cadaver bone in her foot. Sounds
too much like something out of a Twilight Zone episode or zombie movie.
I’ve known other people who have had organ transplants, including from
people who died. But, I’ve never heard them referred to as “cadaver parts”
before. Sounds more like someone got the transplant from Dr. Frankenstein.
I half expected to be told it wasn’t healing right because the donor was
“Abby someone”.
Foot problems run in the family as her uncle is missing a toe or two
himself. So, her aunt is on crutches, her uncle only limps about the place.
The cat picked me as an allergic person and decided to rub itself on my
leg. I saw it coming so when it went to arch its back against my leg, I
pulled my leg away.
It looked up at me with a “hey mister, what’s with you?” look.
I looked down at it with an “I don’t like cats and if you want to rub
against my leg I’ll let you do the bottom of it” and lifted up my foot.
It gave me a “you’re crazy mister!” look and took off.
Later when I was carrying coats for people up the stairs I went into the
bed room where they were being kept. Sitting in the middle of the bed, in
the middle of my coat was the cat.
It gave me a “who’s crazy now look” and lay down in the middle of my coat
in front of me.
I pulled my coat out from under it (like that trick with the table cloth,
the cat remained where it was) and gave it the new coats to play with. It
seemed happy with that and didn’t go after my coat again. (That I saw.)
We brought Holly’s mother home again then drove back home.
Christmas day was just us. I cooked breakfast as usual. We opened
presents. I got some nice ones. Holly seemed to like hers.
The thing I liked most, and Holly said it was not a Christmas present, was
that she offered to extend her hiatus from the elephant for another month.
I keep worrying that there’s some “but” in there. She says there isn’t,
and I very much want it, so I agreed. Honestly I’ve told her I really want
a 45 year one. But, if I can’t have that 31 more days is better than
nothing.

Comments

[temperlj.livejournal.com]

The cat bit makes me laugh :)

[fbhjr.livejournal.com]

Maybe the cat was saying "take me with you! Don't leave me with the zombie foot!"

[palusbuteo.livejournal.com]

We allergic types and cats are always a "funny" situation XD

[morgan-lafaye.livejournal.com]

The reason the cat goes to the allergic type is because YOU are not chasing it or calling it or otherwise bothering it. The only other type of person a cat will readally go to is a "cat" in human form.
As for the rest sounds like you had a nice holiday.

[yebo.livejournal.com]

Nah, I know that cats have an inborne sense, as they will go for my lap over fbjjr's first. He just has his eyes water up and nose and throat close - my lungs shut down. Cats somehow know this....