Subj : Re: Posts To : Barry Martin From : Nancy Backus Date : Wed Feb 26 2020 00:17:00 -=> Quoting Barry Martin to Nancy Backus on 19-Feb-2020 09:37 <=- BM>>>> And sometimes it is just wanting to sit on one's rump and not do BM>>>> anything. NB>>>> But there are days when that's exactly what is needed, to not do NB>>>> anything, and give the body a chance to recharge... :) BM>>> Agree. Some things are urgent and need to be done _now_; most not so BM>>> urgent. And for me sometimes those breaks are when ideas percolate BM>>> through. NB>>> And I've just had a couple of days where I needed to do some other NB>>> things, and didn't have the oomph to do messages as well... BM>> Priorities! Sure, would be nice if had the time and energy but BM>> sometimes doesn't work out that way. NB>> Exactly. :) BM> And sometimes delays work out. All of a sudden the thought breaks BM> through "if I do this". Or even "good thing I didn't rush into that". True... :) NB>>> When we brought Richard's grampa's cat home to live with us after his NB>>> gram died also, Ming seemed to have a similar reaction... Nobody else NB>>> in the family wanted him, he was a older, somewhat irrascible Siamese, NB>>> but we just told them that we had promised Gram that we'd take him if NB>>> she went first... He lived with us for another 4 years, and turned NB>>> into quite the love sponge... definitely acted as though he'd been NB>>> given a new lease on life.... :) BM>> Ming probably knew things weren't right with your grandfather and then BM>> was gone. Possibly someone came by "to feed the cat" - "hey! I'm a BM>> cat, not a thing!". You two came, moved Ming to a new place, and he BM>> had to get used to the new place and lifestyle -- "not bad!". NB>> Ming was very definitely Grampa's cat... when Grampa died, he took NB>> care of "Grampa's woman" for the next 4 years... We interacted with NB>> Ming whenever we would come to visit, never pushed, just let him NB>> check us out, give a little attention... When Gram died, he did go NB>> into a depression, like there wasn't any purpose to life any more... NB>> So when we came to get him, he perked up just a little, recognizing NB>> us as good things from his "former" life.... BM> "I remember these people - they were good!" Yup... or at least, "they weren't all that bad"... NB>> And when Richard removed the toe claw that had grown into his pad, NB>> life was good again... he was glad to come with us... BM> I'm half-recalling the fable about the slave thrown into the Coliseum, BM> the lion recognizes him from years earlier when pulled a thorn from BM> his paw. I think that was Pericles...? NB>> When we brought him into the house, the other two cats here looked at NB>> him and obviously were thinking "Grampa's come to live with us, that's NB>> cool"... and there wasn't any issues between them... ;) BM> Later "where's Grampa? He hides better than we do!". When he died, it was here at home... he was lying on a throw rug in the doorway between the dining room and the music room... Rob went thru the doorway, reached down to pet him, and then came back thru a few minutes later, did the same, and realised that Ming was gone... I think the other cats figured it out as well... BM>>> Yes: strange noises in a strange place. I had plugged a night light BM>>> in the outlet at the workbench so she could see her immediate BM>>> surroundings - to me seemed would be less scary for her. No accidents; BM>>> a couple of days later she did get moved upstairs into what was then my BM>>> Computer Room. NB>>> And settled in as one of the family, no doubt... :) BM>> Pretty much: she had her places to lay down, her routines. Never did BM>> figure out her trigger: would be napping on the Living Room floor, BM>> we'd be watching TV (a recording). Ten minutes to ten she'd wake up, BM>> look around, slowly walk to her cage in the Computer Room (was onthe BM>> first floor back then), and go to sleep. The Cuckoo Clock has a 'bump' BM>> at five minutes before the hour, we though that was the trigger so BM>> stopped to test - nope. Never did figure out what her alarm clock was. NB>> Some animals, particularly dogs, seem to have an inbuilt clock... :) BM> Sure seemed to be some sort of internal clock as we tested whatever BM> may have been a signal. Most logical was the cuckoo clock as we heard BM> a slight clunk at about five minutes of the hour, so maybe an inaudible BM> to us humans noise at ten of? Stopped the clock - nope. Almost made BM> sense not to be Cuckoo as we'd be in the Living Room the previous hour BM> and if she was snoozing wouldn't react. Yup. :) Totally makes sense not to be the Cuckoo clock.... :) ttyl neb .... Psychoceramics: The study of crackpots. --- EzyBlueWave V3.00 01FB001F * Origin: Tiny's BBS - http://www.tinysbbs.com (454:1/452) .