My (perhaps controversial) thoughts as a "newbie" to CA.

Trill1943 · June 2016

Hi ladies of BCO and Molly50 and WenchLori and gracie22(gracie22--glad you've enjoyed the posts...I had Dr Lisa Jacobs at JHH...)--

Am so glad to know I'm not the only sinus sufferer out there...and to hear someone knows about budesonide...

Honestly, it's been one week since I saw Dr Lane at JHH and I feel 75% better....

It was funny, but last night I was eating a sandwich and

I COULD ACTUALLY SORTA TASTE WHAT IT WAS MADE OF! (tuna fish).

This is the first time since MID-FEBRUARY I've been able to discern flavor--usually it's just salty, sweet, sour, spicy, bitter, temperature, and texture--and that's it.

The surest sign, though, would be when I go to clean Miss Panty's box and could tell she pooped in there... I used to hold my nose but if smell comes back will no longer. Funny how getting sick with something will make you appreciate things you never thought you would....

The nurse at Dr Lane's office when I called and said I'm appealing the insurance denial of payment for budesonide in this formulation was so languid in her response:

"No, well, insurance companies don't want to pay for odd formulations....they just object to it because it's not "the norm". Just another way to get out of paying..."

I'm mentally gearing myself up to paying for it if it gets a final final denial and the appeal gets shot down.

(The compounding pharmacy is called Imprimus. When the gal called me about the filling of the prescription--they have to ship it to me--the message she left sounded like she was saying "This is Arianne from Infamous Pharmacy....."

That's all my sinuses need: an infamous pharmacy.)

When I was at the doc's last week I asked him if he recommends or doesn't putting a little lemon juice in the saline sinus rinses...I tried this based on a youtube thingy for dealing with sinus congestion and have been doing it and boy, I do notice results... He laughed and looked at me like I'd just sprouted broccoli out of my ears but I declared that it's true: the lemon juice does to one's nose what a swig of strong lemonade will do to your early-morning-muggy mouth--clear it, strip it of the gunky feeling. The same that a glass of orange juice will do.... When I did the regular--salt and bicarb in distilled warm water--and then with the lemon, I could see right away that the flushed-out water had more thingys.

It's fascinating.

Another little odd-ment associated with this topic:

In 2011 when I first had the serious sinus issues they gave me a cortisone inhaler, and I was also taking the tabs. Soon my mouth and throat made me feel like I'd turned into a cottonmouth snake--an awful cloth-y feeling when I swallowed.

I googled "cotton throat" and, well, got, you know, insanity and sense all mixed up, Google dancing to its Bruno Mars algorithms.

But one of the sites that popped up and that I checked out gave this weird test you can do to see if you have oral thrush (from the cortisone offing the necessary bacteria or something in one's throat and leading to the growth of something else or the overflow of it...sorta....).

You take a tall glass of water and spit into it.

(Why is spit so....I don't know...yucky? Even one's own....

It's like why as a kid did I feel...funny...when sitting down on a chair warmed by a recent sitter, usually a stranger, like at the dentist's?

Or stepping into a shower dripping from the person who'd showered right before me--like at college, where all the gals on the floor showered in the evening using just the two stalls in our bathroom?

Or why when you leave a tablespoon of mashed potatoes--a rare occurrence for me--or a few stringbeans on your plate and then go to scrape them off into the trashcan those little bits INSTANTLY turn into something beyond awful--garbage--that you'd prolly never ever in a million years be able to bring yourself to pluck back out of the can and eat?)

(Why?)

(I think they'll know sooner why we got breast cancer than the answers to those questions....)

OK, you take a tall glass of water and spit into it (try not to recoil at yourself).

Then you wait a couple of minutes.

If the floating blob of spit grows "legs" that dangle down, you have thrush.

I tried it and indeed it grew looooooonnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg legs...

I called the doctor who'd given me the inhaler, etc and told him

"It has legs."

Well, I did blurt this out, thinking he and I had been communicating so well we were on the same wavelength.

But his pausing was, also, very long.

When I finally explained myself, he didn't act overwhelmed with my medical savvy-ness. He just blandly asked if he'd given me a spacer to use with the inhaler, or not.

"Not," I said.

Well, he prescribed these lozenges to suck on and the legs went away.

So that's a keen little test to see if you have oral thrush!

(Sometimes I think that if I re-did that today, not having thrush, the blob of spit would STILL grow legs....

Just a feeling....)

Hope your summer day tomorrow is as nice as it's been here in Baltimore today!

love, t and Miss P

DisneyGirl16 · June 2016

Trill,

Now all of us will be spitting in a glass of water today just to see if it grows legs. Lol.

Trill1943 · June 2016

Have fun with it!

Trill1943 · June 2016

Hi ladies---

I'm just popping in here with a really freaky thing. And I can't think of a better group to share it with than you. We bc survivors can pretty much handle anything, right?

Well, this is a new one.

By Thursday after nine days of cortisone and cortisone-laced sinus rinses, I woke up feeling great. I can taste a tad now and smell a bit better (unfortunately I'm discovering that the Dollar Tree hand-wash I bought in March smells like a Chinese whorehouse at primetime...not that I know what a cw @ pt smells like or anything...).

I got out of bed and saw that the phone was flashing with a message.

It was State Farm, calling to say that they had a claim come in wherein I hit someone. Memorial Day at 7 pm. Please call them.

Duh??? At 7 pm. Memorial Day I was in bed, mostly naked, debating whether I should give my roots some color for the sinus appointment at JHH the next morning (new doc)(young)(cute, maybe)(so yes). I'd just finished binge-watching 30 episodes of House of Cards, before each stream to a new episode misting myself with water and then aiming my boob-less chest at the Tornado set on high and then running into the kitchen to make myself another tuna fish sandwich. I would sooner have been misting myself with kerosene than been out on that hot, humid evening on that big holiday cruising around...

I called State Farm. According to them, I'd supposedly run a red light and hit someone at the intersection of Mcculloch and Dolphin St. This Ashley Wilson has a personal injury lawyer and that's who SF talked to. The police had been called but no report issued (they seldom do ......). I assume they got my info--insurance, name, address, description of car--off my license plate....

You know, I just then and there slipped right in the front door of the Twilight Zone.....

My head was spinning.

I've had weird things happen but nothing like this.

I called my agent, who chuckled and said not to worry, they deal with scams etc all the time.

I laughed, but weakly.

I've not been in a car that's even kissed the bumper of another vehicle since June 1969. My beloved little 2001 Honda Civic, only 47,000 miles, that I stroke and feed and oil and baby and try to keep pristine, not ever wanting another vehicle in my life, is so pure white it looks like Simon Cowell's teeth. It actually looks like Simon Cowell smiling....or leering.

They sent out a gal who came just now and photographed my car stem to stern. (I also threw on some clothes Thursday and went out and took my own...no sense tempting fate, i.e. I have a front-end accident THAT VERY DAY) She laughed because she said on the bottom of the form she was filling out it said "list the damage" and, well, there IS no damage to list...

I laughed, but weakly.

Is this a scam of some kind?

If so I want no less than Judge Judy on my side.

Or an honest mistake--the cop just put down the wrong license plate number, bringing my name up?

If so, I feel sorry for Ashley Wilson, as she's prolly lost the car that, indeed, did hit her...

Just had to share this with you guys here, my brave fellow travelers. We are deep survivor souls and we know much, feel much, have gone through much, can endure much.

(At least I keep telling myself that..)

(As I laugh. Weakly.)

labscientistmom · June 2016

So, Trill, I love your humor, been enjoying reading your posts for the laughs and I love your Pantaloon picture. I was trying to explain to my 12 year old son recently what made the Twilight Zone such a good program. ..He wanted to know if it was scary, I said some were, but most were just...weird. And yes, I agree, getting a call about an accident that didn't happen is very weird. Had similar scam from someone trying to say they were the IRS on the message machine and making vague threatening statements. -really??

I am glad that State Farm is taking care of you, we have them too, and they are the best in my opinion.

Hope you continue to feel better. and watch out for cheap hand sanitizer! A

JuniperCat · June 2016

Holy Cow, that's off the charts! I'm surprised that your agent was so nonchalant. Ummm... perhaps you should give this agent another call and explain that someone came by to take photos of your car

Molly50 · June 2016

Good grief, Trill. That's a bit freaky!

Trill1943 · June 2016

Ladies, these happenings truly are freaky....

labscientistmom, back in April I had two calls from someone from the "IRS" who was claiming I owe them $$$$ and blah blah.

When I asked her her name and where she was calling from--she had one of those lilting voices straight out of Jamaica--she hesitated and um-ed and err-ed....

I said, "Listen, let me introduce to you to Mr. Click," and hung up....

JuniperCat, the guy who was casual about this weird claim is my agent (not the one handling the claim and who called me.) My agent called and double-checked that the claim agent--Carrie--is indeed a State Farm claims person. She's the one who sent out this photographer...it's all legit.

I called my agent just to get his perspective on this. He's the guy who won't let me drop collision even though with a car as old as mine it seems logical. But he always convinces me just by saying that it would save me about $50 per year and if I went out one day and found someone had broken into my car and damaged the door I'd have zero coverage for that repair....

(This actually happened to me, three months after I bought my car. Someone wanted to get my $20 cd player and took a hammer and screwdriver and, unable to unlock the door, just punched a hole in it. It took three days to repair and cost over $800......

My squeaky-clean, brand new, paid-for car!

((I didn't want car payments again ever so saved up $16,500, looked up online and found out how much the dealer paid for the car he had on the lot that I wanted (around $16,000).

I went to him and said, "I'll give you $16,500 right now today. Take it or leave it. I don't want any haggling."

I don't normally talk like this--like a tough guy. I was being influenced by a fellow who told me all about Edmunds or something, where you can look up what the dealer paid for a vehicle and then offer him a little profit and that's it. He had me all tough-guy-ed-up.

The salesman talked to his boss and came back and said OK.

Yay! it worked!))

Pardon my babbling...I think it's all the cortisone...

I'm superstitious--I think that the minute after I drop any insurance I have my tooth will start aching, or I'll learn just how much it would cost me if I cancelled the long term insurance I started at 55 and then got Insured's Remorse and tried to re-instate it (it would be a bit more at 72!!), or I'll go out and run into a stanchion (what's a stanchion? It just sounds like a substantial thing to hit with your car and that could do a lot of damage to plastic-y bumpers....), or a thunderstorm will blow into my open windows when I'm away and liquidate my books and make Miss Pantaloon have to swim, and I'll not have that handy renter's insurance to turn to....

So I just keep any insurance I start up.

Carrie, who's handling this claim, says she'll talk to the personal injury lawyer (just the sound of that makes me shake...I picture those lawyers around here who jump up on big trucks and proclaim they're on the side of anyone injured by a large truck....or the ones who go on and on about baby powder.....though I have to say those PILs would be handy if I were backed into by a garbage truck or struck with ovarian cancer from all the J & J on the privates. But in this case--where I did nothing--"personal injury lawyer" is just plain old brrrrrrrrrr scary...).

She's gonna find out exactly who the gal was struck by--a description of ME.

Now if she calls me and tells me the gal said the woman was a tall older lady with dark hair and bangs--I'm gonna scream bloody murder!

In that case I'll think that I've been targeted. My therapist when I told her about this said that older folks-and I'm living in a senior citizen high-rise--are often targets. If someone is up to no good--they know me and know where I live and my car and what I look like etc, then I'm definitely being targeted in a scam...

My agent said, to reassure me, that they have to prove 100% that I'm guilty of this. The burden rests with them.

Now I ask you: does this car below look like it ran a red light and hit someone ten days ago?

(And why, if this IS a scam, would they choose a woman living in an older people's apartment complex--not wealthy-- and a 15-year-old car that has absolutely no front-end damage??)

(But I hear criminals are noted for not having lots of brains..)

(Which makes it even scarier...)

ChiSandy · June 2016

Sure sounds like a scam, Trill. (But I wouldn’t put it past a dishonest PI lawyer to argue that you had the car fixed before the photos were taken). But I also wonder if the cop made a mistake in writing down the license plate number--wonder if there’s a way to check for variant numbers close to yours (even transposed) against the actual vehicles. Here, usually accident scams happen in real time--the driver of a crappy car full of hired “victims” slams on the brakes so a better, newer costlier car has no chance to avoid running into him (and the law always presumes the “following car” is at fault unless proven otherwise). And the “victims” all go to the same chiropractor for treatment, who pays a kickback to the lawyer (who is sometimes part of a “captive law firm, “ wholly owned by a fly-by-night insurance company). A prominent PI lawyer actually got disbarred and jailed for that here about 30 yrs. ago.

Look up that lawyer in Martindale-Hubbell (or whatever your local directory of attorneys is called--here, it’s Sullivan’s). Then go to your local trial-level court’s website and find out his or her litigation history. Could be an eye-opener.

Trill1943 · June 2016

Hi ChiSandy--

(So nice to hear from you and see your pretty face!)

Well, last night I was talking this over with a group of friends who live here too and the general belief was it isn't a scam but a harried cop who took down the license plate number wrong--as you suggest. I hope it's that. I have no idea how to check on license plate number variants etc...

The gal who took the photos got down and measured like the distance from the top of the bumper to the ground, and closeups of any scratches etc. I just have the nicks and rubs from car doors hitting and such and one or two rub-offs of paint on the back bumper and above the left wheel but not much else.

If I had repairs done I would think that that area would stand out just from having been handled (smooth, shiny, no dust, grit etc) (I haven't washed my car in--what?--five years or so. Hardly worth it here--the city dust and grit do a number...). It wouldn't--as you'd rub your hands over it--feel the same from area to area. But mine is uniformly gritty, and certainly not shiny.

I'm wondering why it's taken ten days for her to report this. If she has a personal injury lawyer, wouldn't that mean she had medical problems that would have led her to the hospital, maybe even emts on the scene to take her there? And if she was injured, taken or not to the hospital, etc., wouldn't the police then have HAD to make out a report of some kind? I can see they don't do reports for fender-benders, but this sounds like she says she was injured.

If, as she says, I ran a light and hit her, then although she would have suffered more damage to her car, I would have had, I would think, going at some speed, significant damage to my front end (as opposed to something like backing out of a parking spot at 1 mile per hour and hitting a car coming by).

I don't have any info on the lawyer. "Ashley Wilson" sounds like such a common name, too, not that I could do much with it....

There's another aspect to this that I didn't mention. It seemed like a fairly possible clue to what's going on but after talking with friends I sorta doubt it now.

While this renovation of our building has been going on the twenty or so of us who have cars haven't been able to park in our normal spots behind the building. Now we park in a little lot catty-corner to our building. We had to leave the nice big easy pleasant one across the street as an apartment building is going up there.

(This whole area has been one big construction headache since last fall....besides the impact the renovation has had on our building and what it's meant day by day--only one elevator for 200 apartments, many frail, walker-dependent, disabled, wheelchair-bound souls--besides this, last month they were working on the street running parallel to this one and the street caved in. Luckily no one was hurt but it left a 25 ft opening in the middle of a now closed street, creating traffic nightmares. Huge black 3 ft sewage lines now run along the street, down alleys, all over the damned place...you touch them and can feel the rushing behind them.....weird...you know me and body fluids...this is body fluid central...)

So we can't park out back but in this lot. The thing we hate about it is that you have to give the two men who man the booth a spare key. They keep this in the booth as cars are jammed together like sardines and as people come and go they leave their keys and retrieve them later and the two attendants move cars as needed throughout the day. I think most of the clientele there work and leave at the end of the day. But the rest of us find it troubling to have our cars moved around, and our keys kept in the booth. Where I park is never where I find my car when I go to it next time.... I told State Farm about the fact that those guys have my key. They leave at five or five thirty and are never there on weekends or holidays. She was wondering about that--could there be something going on with these parking lot guys?

(I dunno. Those two guys seem ok to me.)

I checked and took photos of my license plates--looking to see if they appeared tampered with--like someone used them and had this accident. But they don't look fooled with. The screws are rusted/stuck on after 15 years. And my registration and State Farm info are in the pocket in the glove compartment where I keep them and don't look fooled with either.

So, lots of questions...

Thanks so much for your thoughts and suggestions! Much appreciated!

t

Trill1943 · June 2016

Hi WenchLori--

Here's wishing you the best next week as you head for some surgery. Mentally I'll be with you all week as I am with you now.

Love, trill and Miss Panty

WenchLori · June 2016

Hi Trill and Miss Panty! I'd love to have both of you in my pocket next week but my pocket and I won't be there as I've been pushed back to July 6! I'm bummed, p-oed and very disappointed!

My kids and grandkids will get here just as I'm getting out of the hospital. I was so counting on having that 3 weeks of recovery before they arrived but that's not going to happen! BOOO!!

Trill1943 · June 2016

WenchLori--

So sorry for this! I hope these weeks fly by.... Maybe your kids coming in after your return from the hospital will help you heal all the faster...

Thinking of you--

t

WenchLori · June 2016

Thank you Trill! I'm hoping being waited on hand and foot will help the healing process too!

JBeans · June 2016

Woah, I've missed a lot since I've last checked in.

Trill - sinus, spit, and scams. Sh%t!

Wenchlori - too bad, I do hope you recover fast and enjoy the family time.

Everyone else - hi!

You are all so nice .

I've been up to a ton lately:

Joined a breast cancer support group called Encore at the YMCA. Whew, it felt so nice to feel what I feel her with you all but in person

Got booked for a prophylactic mastectomy on my right side on June 21st so am trying to figure out how to get exams done, wtwp-up plans expressed, and potential report card comments made to be shared with the supply teacher who takes over for me for the last 9 days of school. I hope that having both breasts gone makes breast cancer a thing of my past and brings me some peace and relief.

And, got my bees this weekend. In hi out of Queen Elizabeth II 90th I've called my queen Lizzy and I installed the nuc this weekend. I am so excited and now hope that I can keep them alive and prosperous. See attached pic of me getting the girls into their new home.

Love and support to you all!

JBeans · June 2016

Trill1943 · June 2016

Hi dear WenchLori----

YESSSSSSSSSSSS!

Get them to spoil you!

None of this tough-guy,

I-can-take-it stuff!

Fool them and

tell them

You Can't Take It!

Moan,

whimper,

shrug over nothing,

sigh

deeply,

slump your shoulders,

mysteriously don't answer questions, or

if you do,

give weird, nonsense answers.

Snuffle,

shuffle,

take a long time in the bathroom,

fall asleep in the middle of

saying something.

Soothe every

ache,

indulge

every sense,

weave a silly hat out of

the perfume strips

from all the magazines

they will fetch for

you and then

put it on.

Get them

to run errands, bring you

bars of Dove ice cream,

and baskets of

chocolates,

because this

is the sweet,

and fruitful

season, the time

for things like strawberry

shortcake with

whipped cream.

So get them

to make it

for you and

when they do

lean your head back and

squirt some

whipped cream

straight into your

mouth.

And then smile at them,

your loving helpers,

your mouth all unapologetically covered with

whipped cream, and tell them you

were only fooling, you're

really

OK,

because

you really

are.

love t and Miss P

Trill1943 · June 2016

Hi JBeans--

I love it! Sinus, spit, and scams!

Wow, you sound busy! Hooray that you will have both girls gone! I love having mine gone--it's a good feeling that the bad stuff is getting hauled away along with the boob...my thoughts and prayers will be with you all the way.

And your BEES!! I've always wanted BEES! I'm envious! How great, how sweet, how wonderful...we need bees so badly! And for naming the queen after her, I'm sure the queen would say to you, in her indomitable way,

"We are very pleased."

t

Molly50 · June 2016

Jbeans, I am having my right breast removed on July 22nd. I feel the same way that I want to put breast cancer in my rear view mirror. Love the bees!!

Trill1943 · June 2016

Molly50, now that we know you're also facing surgery in the up-coming weeks, along with our best thoughts going to JBeans and WenchLori, Miss Pantaloon and I are gonna right now extend to you one of our biggest hugs--here we go--

Wait a minute.

Pantaloon was nicely reaching out with her arms, as I taught her, readying herself to extend a big air hug to you, and then she looked at the bottom of her paw and saw it needed grooming or something.

She messed up.

One of her weaknesses: chronic distractibility.

Pantaloon! Pay attention! This is supposed to be an air hug for JBeans and Molly50 and WenchLori and what you're doing is just a weird thing now! Stop grooming! You don't have to seize every opportunity to groom just because a bit of fur is out of place or something!

Stop!

OK, she stopped.

Here we ago--

Both of us reach way, way out, like we're about to go into a funny yoga position---

Aye! Aye! Aye!

She's at it again!

Damn!

Well, here's my hug at least:

((((( )))))

t

WenchLori · June 2016

Oh my gosh T! I'm literally rolling on the floor! LMAO! I'm going to do exactly as you've outlined and see what happens! To damn funny!!

I'm so hoping to catch a ride with JBeans and Molly! Nothing but bye bye to BC! Lookout world here we come!

Molly50 · June 2016

Trill, you and Pantaloon made my day!

labscientistmom · June 2016

Trill, what a great picture! and Pantaloon is the perfect name for her. I have a baggy pants ragdoll who is such a love. Also a Calico part siamese (see picture) who is so very chatty.

Blessings to all who are having surgery! Mine was 8 weeks ago now. Praying for clear margins and fast healing! blessings

Trill1943 · June 2016

Hi Labscientistmom and Molly50--

Pantaloon is so happy you like her photo....she's still licking that paw....

My prayers and thoughts go out to you as you continue to heal....so glad you have wonderful cuddly friends and a chatty kitty.....

Pantaloon tried to be a nurse for me after surgery, but she had a tough time keeping that little white hat on...in fact became so obsessed with it that she totally ignored HER PATIENT!

I love rag dolls. Do you have a photo of her/him? Your calico/part Siamese is beautiful!

t

labscientistmom · June 2016

Trill, I will try to send a picture of my Mocha kitty. Sophia says hello, she is happy in a box that came from Target that she isn't QUITE fitting into, but happy as a clam anyway.

this is his smooze spot every morning when I first get up, he's gotta get some love while I use the facilities. EVERY....morning.

and here he is outside in the backyard on his supervised walks. leash & rope are so I can stop him from going over the fence trying to catch a squirrel, or rat or bird or ...

Molly50 · June 2016

Sophia is a beauty!

Trill1943 · June 2016

Labscientistmom, what great photos. AND LOOK AT THOSE EYES! I want them! I must have them!

Does he go well on his leash? I had one for my first Himalayan, Tibbie, but as soon as I put it on him he'd sit down and refuse to move. So much for walking the cat.

Once when he was young and I was living at home with my brother (mom in a private care home and the two of us taking care of things, readying to sell the house etc when the inevitable happened....) I put Tibbie's collar and leash on and screwed a steel, stake-type thing in the ground and left him outside for a bit. He'd go over and lie down under the peony bushes, totally un-excited at being in The Great Outdoors.

A short while later my brother came in the house--he'd been doing yard grooming stuff--and said you'll never guess what just happened.

He said that two deer had come up out of the woods--we lived on ten pretty woodsy acres--and onto the lawn. We always were a little thrilled when deer appeared like this, gawped at them as they silently strolled on the lawn in that pretty way they have.

From under the peonies Tibbie must have seen them.

Not thrilled one bit.

Skip said that, as he was watching the deer checking things out, out of the corner of his eye he saw movement.

Tibbie was running--RUNNING--after the deer! He'd pulled the metal stake out of the ground and was trailing it by the leash across the lawn and to the edge of the woods. The spooked deer, probably stunned and mystified at the same time ("We're gonna run like hell nevertheless, but what IS this weird fluffy thing coming after us?") were down the hill and back in the woods in seconds.

By the time Skip got up to him, Tibbie was staunchly standing there, front legs spread out like a tiny warrior, firmly holding his ground and looking, with those cold blue eyes of his, fiercely down at the spot where the deer had disappeared, not only completely unafraid of these intruders--who would have made twenty of him--but wanting no part of them in his space even for a minute.

He was only a year old at the time.

Tibbie was my second male cat--Doggie was the first, a Maine Coon. When he died a month after turning 20 (Doggie was 22)(I've had cats 42 years??? Well, no, Pantaloon is now almost 5--so that means I've had cats 47 years??? Is that possible?)--I was certain that if I got another cat it would be a male. I love male cats so much.

I think Miss Pantaloon has come along to change my mind about that. I thought a female cat would be prissy and prickly and stand-off-ish.

Well, yes, and no. She can be that if she wants, but she's also cuddly, warm, cozy, friendly, chatty, bouncy, etc etc.

Here's a photo I took of Miss Panty's sister the day I went to look at the CobbieCat kitties. (I WASN'T going to buy--just look. Carole the breeder told me she only had females ready to go so I felt safe in "just looking." Uh-huh, yep, see how long THAT lasts.....).

This little girl came up to me and looked up and gave me one of those silent meows. Here she is awhile later, taking her nap...

(I vaguely recall sending this photo and notes about its taking to someone--and it may have been here...if so, sorry to be repeating myself.... then again, this is so cute I don't think a repeat would be too much.) love to you all, t..)

Trill1943 · June 2016

labsceintistmom, love Sophia in the box! Don't cats adore boxes??? And mine loves plastic store bags..I have to cut the handles, though, as she can get her head caught in them...

Trill1943 · June 2016

WenchLori---Yes, catch that train!!! You've got your ticket!!

labscientistmom · June 2016

ok cat lovers, here is a bigger pic of my part Siamese Sophia. re: Mocha on his leash Trill, he drags a leash/and rope behind him and cruises all over the yard as he wants. I gotta check sometimes cause he gets the rope stuck on things. they only go in back yard when I go out there with them. Sophia listens to me and didn't like the rope dragging so she goes without now.

If you notice, she has a spot on her shoulder that looks like the Enterprise. She is a sweetheart.

My (perhaps controversial) thoughts as a "newbie" to CA.

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