It has been a crazy year in many ways. For one, our cat Jack elected to adopt more tomcats!
No, really. First he'd mentored Little Guy, back in March 2022. Jack decided he liked it -- so after we trapped LG and adopted him ourselves, Jack found Cheeto, a fluffy-tailed ginger tabby, and then His Own Doppelganger cat, Blackie, another panther.
Months ago, possibly last year, Blackie got accidentally let into the house, when my roomie realized the black cat present wasn't Jack.
*** UPDATE at end of this post. ***
So since today the "Chief Twit" has decided that other social networks don't get "free" [wtf!!!] adverts in His Site...
[ Written 9-June-22 ]
My SO is out of town; therefore I am currently Little Guy's main caretaker.
I'm so used to him going and checking on LG that I keep forgetting, except that I do remember he'd need his boxes cleaned. And my roomie has helped too -- apparently I strained my leg Tuesday morning. After twinges, my leg freaked out last night. So she kindly checked his box last night for me.
LG has been very good, and barely hissed much at all. Heck, the last few times he did hiss were muted. Pretty much stating to us: "I am registering my dislike, but not horribly put out."
Happily, we got a new cat sitter this month. I say happily because at first finding someone was hard. NextDoor is my usual resource, and either people weren't answering or unavailable.
I spent an hour hunting through sitters on Facebook -- and then messaging them. Not how I wanted to do things, certes!
I may run late, but I do plan to do an overview on 2021.
For a brief recap of the past six months, I finally had knee surgery for my right knee, which had two tears in the meniscus. I'm just over two months out from that, and although walking is far, far better now -- stairs, not so much.
Doing stairs is weirdly random too; I've managed to go into the basement a few times, but other days, my knee[s] will freak out. Definitely will need to see physical therapists for that next month.
What a year it's been. I kept hoping I joked when I'd say, "Year Two of the pandemic" while I feared I was not joking. And sure enough, it was not a joke, just a faint hope, swiftly disproved.
