Our other cat Emma feels perhaps a little neglected while Wilkie is getting so much medical attention. Today I made a new string toy for us to play with. It's not elaborate: just a piece of string tied onto a long dowel. I hold the dowel and move the string around, and Emma jumps to catch it. He was glad for the fun.
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... learning this morning that my boss is leaving - which is not a good news - and that he didn't even say a thing about it to his coworkers - which is a bad news - and that there is another person getting that job - which is worse news, because it should have been me - and that the management obviously didn't even consider asking me about it orelse I would have been called in - which is the worst news - but there is GOOD thing in this whole situation: I don't want that place and I don't even want to work here anymore, and realizing that is liberating - even in times of crisis when there is not perspective for another good job...
Hello, Meri--I'm glad that there's some good & some clarity to come of the situation. Brava to you for finding it!
Uh... Emma is a boy? Is that a typo?
Hi, Barbara--Emma is a boy. When we named him we thought he was a she. Because he had already started to respond to the name, we kept it after we found out. Strangely, one of the women at our vet has a friend who did the same thing to her cat with the same name, so across town there's another boy-cat named Emma.
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