Thanks for the kind words! I am in the process of closing down the remnants of a small business I had. That's the moving that's going on. I don't talk about the details much on the forum, but I'm doing a lot of grieving right now as even letting go of "remnants" is hard. And oh, the stacks of papers!!!!! And trying to get help to move. Things keep caving in. Was supposed to have help yesterday but it rained and my goddaughter's hubby (one of the helpers) had an emergency appendectomy! So somehow stuff will get moved, although I dread bringing it home because yes, there is a chance I might have to leave my house although I don't know where I'd go. Since the mortgage is thankfully paid I'm trying to stay here and not make any hasty decisions. It's all finances, and, of course, health.
All of the uncertainty is the only reason I don't have a feline friend! I stopped at the Humane Society again the other day just to talk to the kitties. Can't feed them at PetSmart any more either - did I mention that here? The people at the shelter who put the cats at PetSmart had given me permission to give the cats there treats. I've been doing it for a few weeks and then one night this up tight manager who I've never seen before walks in and tells me "you can't feed the cats!" as I'm giving them some Whisker Lkin's treats. Geesh! If it turns out I'm going to stay in this hosue I will get a cat for company and yes, I talk to them all the time! And sing (did you ever sing itsy bitsy kitty instead of itsy bitsy spider? - ok - I've really exposed my craziness!LOL).
And yes, I believe they understand. Before I had to put down my 20 year old cat, he was bedridden for nearly a month with some kind of tumor pressing against his spine. I kept him on those pads they use in nursing homes, and changed him, fed him, gave him steroids 3X/day and within about a month he was back up walking and I had him for another several months which I cherished. But when he was lying flat and couldn't move the vet wanted me to put him down. I was standing with the phone looking at him, with his water and food but unable to get to them, and the vet was asking can he get to his food and water? And I had to explain no, he couldn't get to his water and I walked back in another room, hung up the phone as the vet was pushing me to euthanize him. When I went back in, he had dragged himself to his water bowl! I am not kidding! And this happened a couple more times that I would be talking about how he couldnt' get to his litter and the next morning I woke up and he had dragged himself to his litter. It was like he was hearing me and telling me no, Mom, I CAN get to my water and my litter! Watch! And then I knew I couldn't put him down when he was trying so hard. And I was right!
Thanks again, Jag!