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 Hey all. So, even though the crazy low temps we've endured over the past weeks/months/whatever, have been replaced with warmer days here and there, it's been a crap few weeks 'round here. Obviously, we haven't been posting much lately. Between kidney stones (dad), head & chest colds (mom and dad) and sinus infections (dad again), well, yeah, fun times. I've been doing my best to take care of these two,

Nurse Smudge on Duty

and all I can say is, I'm glad felines can't catch human diseases.

They're lucky to have such an attentive professional

We're also going on more than two years living in a place we can't stand, and I know they miss the western North Carolina mountains more than ever. Dad says his creative juices have been zapped from his brain for a long time, but let's be honest- anything interesting, funny, or worth reading here has been mine and mine alone. Always an excuse with this one, I swear. Anyhoo, spring is on its way, and except for a couple more weeks with a few rain/snow showers here and there, things should be looking up, weather-wise. As with taxes, insurance and everything else, mom's been going bananas researching Medicare since a certain senior she and I know and love will be turning 65 later this year. Mom's always been the brain behind all this stuff since dad isn't capable of grasping or retaining such things (or so he claims), and, unlike the world's top procrastinator, SHE likes to stay ahead of the game. 

My work here is done

On Edge

  No, I'm not nervous or anything, although there's plenty going on to be concerned about. So mom and dad have a Queen-sized bed, which offers plenty of snoozing room for me. Say, why do they call it that, anyway? Dad often refers to mom as Princess. He sometimes calls me the Queen Bee. He dressed partially in drag the first time he saw Rocky Horror Picture Show in 1978. He's been a Queen fan since way before cell phones, the internet, and amazon.com. Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, so they sleep in a Queen bed, and although I've gotten somewhat used to hanging with them in my not-too-cuddly way, my place is generally at the foot of the bed. I will say that it's usually on mom's side, since she typically keeps her feet covered by a massaging heated pad under the blankets. Hey, I'm no dummy. So anyway, with all that open space around them, one would think an ordinary cat would take advantage and sprawl out leisurely. They say I'm not ordinary, so I'm going with that for an explanation for these pictures dad took one recent morning. 

I've heard them say that Cleopatra was a little more cuddly. They've often talked about how much of a snuggler old Orbit was. At my age, I don't think I'll ever be much for cuddling.

You know- old dog/new trick and all. Whatever. We're all different, right? I know they love me for who I am, and I'm still learning the same about them.

Dreaming of Warmer Days to Come