Whew, What A Relief
“Heart, why are you pounding like a hammer?
Heart, why are you beating like a drum?”
--Nick Lowe “Heart” from the Rockpile LP Seconds of Pleasure.
Great news from the doctor—as this was my six month progress visit.
Heart valve is performing perfectly.
Blood pressure is great (118 over 72).
Liver test was perfect.
Cholesterol was very good, but he wants to see it down—he recommends a change in diet as I have gained weight.
My pulse was very good considering I was nervous—76.
My prognosis was excellent and I do not have to see him again for A YEAR! Now, I have never been told that before—a year! So all is well with the heart: Thank You, Dr. McCrisken!
It is in this time of reflection that I must really give thanks to a special friend that I met—sometime around a year ago. This friend looks up to me, hugs me, gives me massages, and even kisses me. This friend is Guinness the Maine Coon Cat (you thought some tawdry affair—didn’t you?).
Ah…special friend cat Guinness has decided to sit on my arm as of late whenever I type on the small computer in the kitchen. I am sure his Maine Coon hair is clogging my machine.
He certainly has become “my cat” in that where ever I may roam, he is there.
Not that I mind too much.
No competition exists between the cats. TV watching, Chumley sits on my feet on the footrest associated with the High back Chair. Guinness will come up once an hour to his kneading, hugging bit and sits on my chest when doing so. Then he is content to jump back to the coach as pictured above. Foggy I purposefully see, as she hides out on the bed upstairs. She sleeps against my body, Chumley at my feet, Guinness just on the bed watching over us all.
When on the computer in the kitchen, that is Guinness time (the cat not the beer, although it could be both).
Heart, why are you beating like a drum?”
--Nick Lowe “Heart” from the Rockpile LP Seconds of Pleasure.
Great news from the doctor—as this was my six month progress visit.
Heart valve is performing perfectly.
Blood pressure is great (118 over 72).
Liver test was perfect.
Cholesterol was very good, but he wants to see it down—he recommends a change in diet as I have gained weight.
My pulse was very good considering I was nervous—76.
My prognosis was excellent and I do not have to see him again for A YEAR! Now, I have never been told that before—a year! So all is well with the heart: Thank You, Dr. McCrisken!
It is in this time of reflection that I must really give thanks to a special friend that I met—sometime around a year ago. This friend looks up to me, hugs me, gives me massages, and even kisses me. This friend is Guinness the Maine Coon Cat (you thought some tawdry affair—didn’t you?).
Ah…special friend cat Guinness has decided to sit on my arm as of late whenever I type on the small computer in the kitchen. I am sure his Maine Coon hair is clogging my machine.
He certainly has become “my cat” in that where ever I may roam, he is there.
Not that I mind too much.
No competition exists between the cats. TV watching, Chumley sits on my feet on the footrest associated with the High back Chair. Guinness will come up once an hour to his kneading, hugging bit and sits on my chest when doing so. Then he is content to jump back to the coach as pictured above. Foggy I purposefully see, as she hides out on the bed upstairs. She sleeps against my body, Chumley at my feet, Guinness just on the bed watching over us all.
When on the computer in the kitchen, that is Guinness time (the cat not the beer, although it could be both).
The aftermath of surgery has been made easier with Guinness. He is a great cat, albeit a more than a slight bit needy, but a great cat nonetheless.
So I say: “Here’s to another year and many more moments with Guinness (the cat, not the beer, although it could be both).”
So I say: “Here’s to another year and many more moments with Guinness (the cat, not the beer, although it could be both).”
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