Today is a low key blog day. As many of you know by now I write  most of my blog posts a week ahead of time. Well, this week (technically last week) I ended up taking time off work to stay home with my sick elderly cat, Andre. I rescued Andre from our local humane society 13 years ago when I was 19 and moving into my first apartment by myself. I got him so I wouldn’t have to be alone.

Now, my Andre is getting up in his years and has a lot of health problems. His nickname at our house is Mr. Bear because he acts like a big teddy bear and loves to be held and snuggled, particularly at bed time, and even likes when you rest your head on him. He’s also called Mr. Bear because he has GIANT paws that make a lot of noise when he plods about the house. (He wouldn’t know how to go any faster than plodding if zombies were trying to nom on his tail.) 

This week (last week) we found him in the corner of my office and he couldn’t get up. He seemed to have no ability to hold himself up and we feared we were looking at his end days. The vet said he has a weak heart. We knew he had an enlarged heart (we lovingly joke that “there’s a big heart in that big bear.”) and we knew he had a heart murmur. The reason he couldn’t get up was because his heart was pumping too little blood to his legs. His heart meds were upped and we spent several tense days waiting to see if the medicine worked.

It did.

He’s not eating much yet, but I think he’s getting better slowly but surely. His favorite things in the world are sleeping in the bathroom and sleeping on clothes left on the floor in the bedroom, sleeping under the dining room table and sleeping on the back of the couch. His second favorite thing in the world is sleeping in his cat bed and on the cat tree and on my husband’s side of the bed where he sleeps with his head propped on the pillow like a person. His third favorite thing in the whole world is sleeping in my office next to my desk and behind my desk and on the bookshelf next to my desk and sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly lazy, in the middle of the floor. His favorite summertime activity is sleeping in the grass in the backyard.

Anyway, long story short, I spent more time staring across the room at my cat as he groomed himself or ate his dinner or sat there staring at me staring at him and I didn’t get all my posts for the week written. Such is life.

So instead you get some pictures of my cat and I’ll share with you one of my favorite videos in the whole world – the genius of Improv Everywhere, particularly the mp3 experiments.  There is such joy in shared absurdity.