Aw, you guys are SO good. Thanks.
MP, the cat thing just happened last week. I'm tellin' you guys, I'm just livin' la vida loca here. Now arguing with the nursing home about giving Mom actual restorative PT versus "maintenance" PT, which is not enough. Arrgh.
When we got Beeper as a kitten, she had such a beautiful little face that we decided to name her Shane (Yiddish for pretty, as in "shane punim"--pretty face). She was a tiny little fluffball and you could still see the pink skin under the fluff because she was only 6 1/2 weeks old. She would launch herself at our two-month old Abby, Sara, and when Sara would fight back, the fluffball would emit these indignant little beeping sounds. So we started calling her Beeper. And she is a typical Siamese, constantly yakking, very social, very much the grande dame. And Kit has it right, too (Kit, you must have cats or have had them)--she's a total head-butting, head-rubbing cat. We love her.
Thanks, yawl.
"My predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved;I have been given much and I have given something in return...Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and an adventure." O. Sacks