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Moose had been permitting us to touch the blue bandage on his leg, but not for long enough for us to figure out how to unwrap it. Yesterday afternoon, San Geraldo saw him high on the cat tree, held him tightly with one of his huge hands, and carefully removed the bandage. Moose tried to scramble once but then seemed to understand and watched calmly while the job was done. Easier than expected and Moose was very happy.
However, mixing of meds into his treats is no longer easy. If SG locks Dudo out of the room, Moose becomes immediately suspicious and doesn’t eat. If Dudo is in the room, he tries to inhale the liquid treat (with medicine) from Moose’s plate even though there’s liquid treat on Dudo’s own plate. There’s no stopping him. According to the vet, the medicine has a good taste. So that’s become a bit of a stressor for both Moose and San Geraldo.
My foot remains annoying, so quick moves with dishes and cats, is not in my repertoire. One of the tiny wounds on my foot is completely healed. The other is not and gets irritated and bleeds whenever I wear my special shoe. I hate my special shoe. It’s not comfortable and rubs in the wrong places. I want a shoe that’s more special.
I haven’t been out much. Not at all today because I’m trying to give some uninterrupted time for healing. I’m hobbling around the house in soft, low-rise socks. And I started taking Paracetamol again since my foot remains swollen. Yes, I’m grumpy. Exercise? What’s exercise? I admit there’s still plenty I can do, so I’d better change my attitude and get back to it.
We have been to Mesón Salvador and that helps (although the walk irritates my foot). Check out one of our lunches immediately below.
Moose nos había permitido tocar el vendaje azul de su pierna, pero no durante el tiempo suficiente para que supiéramos cómo desenvolverlo. Ayer por la tarde, San Geraldo lo vio en lo alto del árbol del gato, lo abrazó fuertemente con una de sus enormes manos y le quitó con cuidado la venda. Moose intentó luchar una vez pero finalmente pareció entender y observó con calma mientras se hacía el trabajo. Más fácil de lo esperado y Moose quedó muy feliz.
Sin embargo, mezclar medicamentos con sus aperetivos ya no es fácil. Si SG deja a Dudo fuera de la habitación, Moose inmediatamente sospecha y no come. Si Dudo está en la cocina, intenta inhalar el aperetivo líquido (con medicamento) del plato de Moose a pesar de que hay un apereitvo líquido en el plato de Dudo. No hay nada que lo detenga. Según el veterinario, el medicamento tiene buen sabor. Entonces eso se ha convertido en un factor estresante tanto para Moose como para San Geraldo.
Mi pie sigue siendo molesto, por lo que los movimientos rápidos con platos y gatos no están en mi repertorio. Una de las pequeñas heridas que tengo en el pie está completamente curada. El otro no y se irrita y sangra cada vez que uso mi zapato especial. Odio mi zapato especial. No es cómodo y roza en los lugares equivocados. Quiero un zapato que sea más especial.
No he salido mucho. Hoy no, en absoluto porque estoy tratando de dar algo de tiempo ininterrumpido para sanar. Estoy cojeando por la casa con calcetines suaves y de talle bajo. Y comencé a tomar Paracetamol nuevamente ya que mi pie sigue hinchado. Sí, estoy de mal humor. ¿Ejercicio? ¿Qué es el ejercicio? Pero todavía hay mucho que puedo hacer, así que será mejor que cambie mi actitud y vuelva a ello.
Hemos estado en Mesón Salvador y eso ayuda (aunque el paseo me irrita el pie). Vea uno de nuestros almuerzos inmediatamente a continuación.
• Mis croquetas de puchero. Últimamente he estado comiendo muchas ensaladas y verduras. Este fue un buen cambio.
• Aguacate y camarones de San Geraldo. Ha estado comiendo más sano últimamente.
• Querido hermano.
• Fuera del hospital. ¿Alguien más piensa que el logotipo súper ampliado (compare las ventanas de la izquierda con la versión estándar en las puertas) parece un pene feliz?
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Re hospital logo: “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” — Freud
David… I meant J:
Unless it looks like a penis.
Much needed entertainment here this morning, though I’m not laughing about your foot. I hope that all heals up soon and the special shoe can go away. Are those shoestring potatoes under the croquetas? I love those things.
Kelly:
When I was growing up, we called those potato sticks. San Geraldo calls them shoestrings. So, yes. They’re popular here.
So you need a Special-er shoe? Hopefully your foot issues will soon be a dull ache memory.
Moose already looks happier and less blue-footed!
Bob:
I expected more from my special shoe, but I’m healing and things are bit better today. Moose is so much happier, except that SG attempts to give him meds twice a day. Even Dudo is stressed.
Drat! How can Moose be SO darn perceptive?
I’m glad that he gave up fighting it, and let SG take off the blue bandage.
You must be getting frustrated with that foot of yours… and the not-so-special shoe. Sending wishes for fast healing!
Judy C:
Yeah, my mood and attitude regarding the foot are the pits. But it’s definitely improved a bit today. Moose continues to be a “pill” when it comes to the meds (which taste good). He’s making SG nuts.
Is there a way to outsmart a cat, or are they always going to outsmart us?
The doors remind me of an story of a psychiatrist showing a patient a series of ink-blots. For each one the patient describes seeing various sexual images. The Doc says, “you seem to be focused on Sex.” The patient replies, “hey Doc, you are the one with all of the dirty pictures.”
David:
I remember that ink blots joke. So true! And, no, there doesn’t appear to be a way to outsmart a cat.
Damn that (allegedly) “special shoe!” Could one of you hold Dudo up in your arms while Moose quickly eats? Or is Dudo one of those cats who simply will not allow itself to be held? (HRH was like that).
Debra:
Neither Dudo nor Moose will tolerate being held. Truly annoying. And, yeah, this special shoe is not what it was cracked up to be.
I had forgotten this ‘the no hold’ I would so want to cuddle them if I were to meet them.
Urspo:
It’s so frustrating. They’re both affectionate, want to be cuddled, petted, and played with, but refuse to be held.
Yes, I see the happy penis, and now I can’t unsee it! Thanks a lot Scoot. No, really, thanks a lot!
Deedles:
I’m always ready to share the happy penis with my friends.
Special shoe? Like these..? Jx
PS I really must try croquetas de puchero next time we’re in Spain! They look yummy.
Jon:
They sure do look plush. And the color is so me. I love croquetas de puchero, especially at Mesón Salvador.
I like the special shoes that Jon suggested.
Both of your lunches look terrific.
And Moose obviously just needed to get his head right about having his bandage removed. He wasn’t ready before. I have no suggestions about the medication situation.
Your desert rose is a glory.
Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon:
I like those special shoes, too. So much better than what I have. We can see the desert roses in all their glory from their street. Incredible.
That first picture of Moose is adorable!!!!!!!! He looks content.
Mistress Borghese:
He does have his blissful moments but he’s not big on trusting SG right now. So he sits at a far distance on the terrace ready to make an escape. What a little shit.
Moose looks serene in that top photo.
Me, Kirk
Kirk:
He WAS doing well at that moment. Too bad about the ongoing medicine problem.
Moose definitely looks better (more calm) sans bandage! Sounds like Dudo is The Jerk today if he’s licking up Moose’s medicine. Could Dudo be tempted with a treat outside the kitchen so Moose could eat in peace? Or lure him out to your glassed in patio?
I’m curious as to what the inside of those croquetas look like — did they have beef stew inside?
And no, I didn’t see a penis, happy or otherwise, on that hospital door, LOL!
Tundra Bunny:
We’ve tried the lures for Dudo. Either he’s suspicious or Moose says, “You’re not leaving me alone in here!” The croquettes filling in this case is smooth and creamy. A blend of a meat stew (which includes chicken… chicken is classified as “meat” here) in a stew sauce.
I’m sorry you missed the penis.
Listen here, you stubborn pansy! Rest and let that foot heal!!!!!! Don’t make me come down there and put you in traction!!!!
Sassybear:
It’s supposed to be healed already. (I decided.)
Now I’ve seen the Happy Penis I can’t unsee it. Poor me!
Sounds like the cat’s doing better than you at the moment. I hope the foot heals soon so you don’t have to go out in fluffy bedroom slippers.
That was me. Boud
Boud:
I’d go out in fluffy bedroom slippers if I had them. But things are a bit better today. Moose is giving San Geraldo a wide berth today. The little stinker.
Yes, I see the happy penis and will think about it for the rest of the day. You need a shoe so special that it takes the short bus to school.
Love,
Janie
Janiejunebug,
I want a shoe with a roller skate heel.