Category Archives: cat

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Naughty

The naughtiest postcard I ever sent was to my friend B, when he was living the romantic life of a government tax economist in New Zealand. He had been working for the US government, but went off to work for New Zealand’s government for two years. I felt rather jealous. Uprooting as a physician with a husband and two children to go work in a foreign country seemed a bit insurmountable. There was an awful lot of difficult family drama and illness going on, so that is the real reason that I did not do it.

Anyhow, naughty postcards. I sent B a postcard from Georgetown. It is black and white, a man lying prone looking up. A sheep is standing over him, so that no naughty bits can be seen, but one certainly suspects that the man is nude. He and the sheep are looking at each other. The caption is “No more sheepless nights.” Eeeeee. I bought two of that one, because it made me laugh.

B sent a letter back, along the lines of, “Cut it out, you are getting me in trouble with the postman.” I desisted. I did not have any more postcards like that one.

I have bought and kept blank cards and postcards over the years. Good thing, too, now that cards are a whopping $4.00 to $7.00 each. People must buy them, right? I have picked up blanks at garage sales too, once in a while. And the ones I don’t like can go out in the Little Free Library for other people.

I plan to make a calendar and maybe some postcards of Elwha’s cat art. He did it more than Sol Duc does. The photograph is one of the designs, from February 2023. I did see both of them adding to it. Perhaps there was some sibling rivalry going on, I don’t know. This installation is quite complex, with two toy mice, the earbuds, one of those glittery balls tucked under a mouse and the toy made of pipe cleaners.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: postcard.

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A tale of no tail

Yesterday on our early morning walk, Sol Duc rushed up a driveway, all fierce hunter, and attacked the pile beside a garage. Not our garage. I wondered if it was a mouse? Nope. She lost interest once she’d flushed the prey. The tailless prey was quite relieved.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: tail.

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Sol Duc and the farm

This morning is quiet, quiet and Sol Duc and I took a late walk for us. We could hear bugs and a train, across the valley. We went over to the fence where the farm starts. Barbed wire and an electrified fence, so we did not trespass. Sol Duc is wearing red, but get her in the weeds and she’s darn difficult to see.

Have a wonderful day and drive carefully.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: barbed wire.

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Goals

Are they called goals in cornhole?

Sol Duc has a goal.

Warm belly fur. I am not sure she is going to like going home. When we first drove up the Olympic Penisula, my daughter was two. It was three pm on New Year’s Eve, getting dark, and we were on 101 with the very tall trees blocking most of the light. “Where sun, mom? Me no can see sun.” Sol Duc will probably ask the same thing: Where did the sun go?

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: goal.

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Fit, function and frustration

The clinic that I have been in now since a week or two in July is an older clinic. It does not have wall mounted computers in each room and in fact, there is no desk at all in the exam rooms. As the temp, the other two doctors have priority over me in picking their rooms. I do not like the exam table in one room. It isn’t a regular exam table. It turns out to be a table for a DO to do adjustments. I am an MD, not a DO. The table might get switched out but it has not been yet.

Meanwhile the desk. We have laptops that plug into the desktop in the offices that we each share with a medical assistant. The desktops have a standard keyboard. The laptops are small, and my laptop that I am typing on now is in between the two. At first my fingers had trouble switching between three different keyboard sizes. Now it is pretty automatic.

So, no desk in the exam room. I do most of my note in the room and don’t dictate. I type reasonably fast. But I hate a laptop on my lap and anyhow, we are all sitting too much, so I stole one of the two Mayo trays from the procedure room. Mayo trays have adjustable height, are stainless steel so they can be cleaned after surgery, and they are a pretty good desk for a laptop. I choose to stand while typing in room one.

Next it turns out to be inconvenient to drag the Mayo tray back and forth from room one to room two. I am leaving it in room one. Room two has a standard exam table, so I pull out the “pull out leg rest” (yes, I looked up the name), push the step in and then I can sit on my stool and use the “pull out leg rest” as a desk.

The medical assistants have adjusted, mostly. The patients blink at first, but they seem fine with it. Sometimes I am attempting to find something and also attempting not to curse this particular electronic medical record. The other day I needed an ankle-brachial index test. Ok, not under ABI. Two were under ankle-brachial index. I chose the one that was not in our clinic, since we don’t do them. I got a message back that that was wrong. I chased the other doctor down. She called a third provider who remembered. The one I need is under “us ankle-brachial index”. Really? Hopefully I will remember that annoying local electronic medical record filing quirk, but I may not. If you are wondering what it is, it is a test for arterial disease in the legs, comparing blood pressure in arteries in the legs with the arms. The “us” stands for ultrasound.

The photograph is Elwha supervising on my desk at home.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: desk.

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Expert level

No, Elwha has not been found. I have lots of photographs. He was a funny cat. Ate too much and then tried to trade toys for food when I decreased what I fed him. He loved boxes and he loved tummy rubs. He seemed to think about food, tummy rubs and sleep, mostly. He would like to catch birds. He was not sedentary but was expert level at relaxing.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sedentary.

The song is by the Yes Yes Boys: Everybody’s Crazy About the Doggone Blues. I think Elwha would like it.

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Cagey

Traveling from Washington to Colorado, Elwha did not like the car and the unfamiliar places. I took the cat carrier apart in the hotel room and he decided that it was safer inside it than out, even if it was in pieces. Sol Duc did not enjoy the car but is less worried about it all.

And here is Sol Duc in a virtual cage, a shadow cage. She likes the back yard a lot. I have had the house closed up because of the smoke for the last two days, but there is less today.

Do you know the poem by Ogden Nash, The Tale of Custard the Dragon? The chorus is as follows:

Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

I love that poem! And I love the lines:

Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

Ogden Nash was perfectly happy to bend words to fit the rhyming scheme and to heck with spelling!

The entire poem is here.

I still have not heard about Elwha. I hope that he has moved in with an older couple and spends most of his time on their laps. I can see him crying for a nice safe cage.

I thought there must be a song of it, but so far I like this tenth grade rap version best!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: cage.