So it goes

So much for blogging every day of November. I can't believe the last time I posted was the day before I brought Smartie home.

Today is the end of Day 8--only 6 more days until I can snuggle him to my heart's content. Or until he says, "Enough, Ma!", which is usually about 10 seconds after I start. But so far, he actually seems to welcome what little scritching and snuggling I do. He's still a bit radioactive, so I'm not supposed to spend more than 10 minutes a day in close contact. I suppose I've been stretching the definition of "close contact" a bit, but, well, my hair's not falling out in clumps yet, so I guess I'm okay.

In a couple of weeks, I have to take him back to get his thyroid levels checked. She chose not to take a reading the day I picked him up. She said it was because she didn't want to put him through that trauma, when the test wasn't likely to show much change and he'd still have to come back for a final test, anyway. But I think the real reason was that she was still scared of him.

I'm fairly well convinced that, had she fed him more, he wouldn't have been so scary. He was pretty skinny when I got him back and, what's more, he wasn't just hungry, he was famished. There wasn't the short of whiny, "Why aren't you giving me food?" kind of thing, it was more "FEED ME NOW, NOW, NOW!!!" And purring while he was crying and purring while he was eating. That kind of hunger.

I could say more, but I'm trying to get over it. It's been more than a week and I honestly can't tell how he's doing. But he's not on meds and he doesn't seem to be suffering, so there's that.

As for the rest of my life--I'm happy to have an Internet connection again. Me and 550 of my neighbors were without cable for nearly two days, with a brief respite this morning. I'm hopeful that it'll still be here from now on, but we'll see. I can't even imagine what causes these things. Whole rafts of neighborhoods get zapped, or sometimes it's just one building. It's weird.

Anyway, one day at a time. Meanwhile, excuse me, Himself seems to want to be fed again. Whine, whine, whine...