for xmas shopping and suchlike.

also, did something to one of my surgical sites tonight — i get these occasional twinges of pain that hurt like hell, but this is different — i think i reinjured one of the hernias.

will sleep on it, heavily drugged, and see what happens in the AM.

see y’all.

Before I get too deep into this post, I should make it clear that Icchus, my male cat, is MY PET in the strict sense of the word — he follows me around the house, sleeps with me whenever i let him, and in general makes his ownership of me very clear, as opposed to the other two cats, who treat me, essentially, as Food Source, much as Plains tribes regarded the bison but with far less reverence.

Icchus, as the saying goes, is my boy.

So you will understand that i do not say it lightly when i say that after he once again has cut my lip with claws while affectionately pawing at my face as i slept, and then knocking my glasses and my phone off the night table when i awoke from this action in a foul mood…

what i say at 3:30 AM is this: somebody out there is getting a grey and white extra large fur tea cozy for christmas.