A post is swimming in my mind; it's in the hazy, nebulous beginnings of what it will soon become (at least, I hope it will). Soon, I hope that I will start getting phrases and bits and pieces of what it will say. Right now, it's just an idea. But, when it comes together, you'll know.
I just wanted to tell you (because so many of you have expressed care and concern, and we appreciate that very much) that Elsie is doing really, really well. She's on a normal eating schedule as of this morning, hasn't thrown up since Friday night, and is back to her little twerpy things that she does. The things that drove me nuts (typing on the keyboard, crying while I'm in the shower until I get out, begging to go into the storage closet so she can chew on the Christmas tree), I'm suddenly seeing in a new light and finding cute and funny.
Thank you, thank you to all of you who have told me what a good cat mom I am. That is truly the highest compliment anyone could give me. Elsie means so very much to me, and I strive to care for her as well as can be done. If you'll allow me to digress a tad, I will say that when I compliment other people, I compliment them on their cats. "Your cat is pretty" is one of the best compliments I can think of. Leigh recently told me that, well, not everyone sees that as a compliment. Try complimenting people on their clothes or their personality traits that I admire. So, I'm trying, but it all sounds a bit silly to me. I don't want to be complimented on those things; I want someone to tell me something good about my cat. So, to tell me that I am a good cat mom is the highest praise.