I'm agitated in general today, and my cats aren't helping matters…

Buddy was being especially obnoxious this morning, climbing all over me, my laptop, computer table, and printer. I picked him up to move him and the little **** bit me! He's never bitten me before!

Then Dottie wouldn't stop trying to get into the kitchen cabinets and the doors kept banging. She finally did get in, and I had a really hard time pulling her out. She got stuck in the wall a few years ago and I ended up having to cut a big hole under the kitchen sink to get her out, but she's fatter now and I don't know if I could get her out if she got stuck again. I tried using packing tape to keep the cabinets shut, but Rocky started to chew on it. He has a thing for tape. Now they're closed with masking tape. I guess the smell of that adhesive turns him off. Whatever works.

ugh! sorry he bit you!
my cat bit me the other day too!
Not fun but not a hard bite, more like a warning one.
bizi

I finally have the appointment with the gastroenterologist tomorrow. Actually, I think I'm meeting with his NP. I'm still having the same issues, but the protonix is giving me a little more relief than the prilosec. I really don't want to have a bunch of expensive and/or invasive tests, but I'm looking forward to seeing what the gastro can do to help. I'm down to 3 cups of coffee a day, but I can't go any lower than that or I'll turn into Rip Van Winkle. I'm sure they won't like hearing that. Some days, I have to take my naps around 11am now as it is, but I usually get up around 6.

The appointment is at 2:30. If I get that ****ing letter today it's going to be almost irresistible not to head to the DMV beforehand instead of doing the rational thing which would be waiting until Friday when I'm free, but I would have plenty of time to do both.

Something I haven't thought a lot about in a while is I'm going to be anxious when I start driving again because it's been such a long time. I wonder how long it's going to take before I feel comfortable? My husband is going to try to control when I start driving solo, which could prove to be difficult because he isn't happy with the prospect of me driving again. He didn't like my driving before, but it was because I drove like an old lady on the street, and like a bat out of hell on the highway lol.

I haven't been to the club in a couple of weeks. If I'm unable to go to the DMV by Friday I may go. I'm kinda wishy washy about it right now, but I think it's because I haven't been in so long. When you're home all the time, you get used to being there, even if you really don't way to be. I think I just have to make myself go again and I'll be fine.

good luck with all of your waiting.
The club is a distraction for you, and a chance to do something productive and be social, be around other people.
I hope once you get your driving privaleges back you will go more often.
good luck at the gastro appointment.
((((HUGS))))
bizi

sorry you are having problems with your kitty cats. I wonder what prompted him to bite you. they are so mysterious..lately pudge has been so lovey dovey and tiramisu has been a little distant. once i saw two eyes staring at me behind the metal grating of the heater. it was pumpy. i had to wait it out for her to come out. with pudge i had to slash the bottom of the couch open to get it out and use gorilla tape or whatever to close it up. that didn't work so i had the doormen take off the legs. they are too smart for their own good.
bobby

who is pumpy?
was that another cat of yours from the past?
bizi:o

she was pumpkins my second cat. when i went to sleep i put the covers over my head and she would crawl under and suck my ear. she was an abby himalyan mix but looked like a somali a long haired abby. when she died at 17 and 1/2 i cried hysterical for a long time and hardy cried after that. i might have cried after morgan. i can't remember. i think pumpy used up all my tears.
bobby

I got my clearance letter yesterday!!! :):):):):)

I am going to the DMV this morning. They don't open until 10 today because they stay open until 6pm tonight. I want to get there early, if I can, so I don't end up waiting 3 hours to see a hearings officer.
Going today means if they tell me I have to come back in 24 hours because they have to "update the system," my driving record will still be good tomorrow. It would be of no use on Monday though.

It feels surreal and I'm really, really nervous. I'm worried about cabs back and forth because it's quite a ways. I'm afraid they'll say no. I'll find a way to make it work though.

After my shower, I'm going to make sure my paperwork is in order. I'm going to bring everything I have, which is a lot. I doubt I'll need most of it, but you never know.

Please wish me luck…

Surprisingly, my husband doesn't have a problem with the idea of me driving myself to the gastro after the DMV if I get my license back today, but I don't know if I'm ready for that. If I have enough time, I will try to take a short drive before the appointment to test my confidence first.

Taking the legs off the couch was a great idea Bobby! Problem solved.
Buddy tore a hole in our old box spring and used to hide in there. Our new box spring (which is about 5 years old now) is much higher quality so he hasn't been able to rip it, and can't can't get in there anymore.

I didn't know Dottie was in the wall last time until I was using the bathroom, heard constant meowing, and couldn't find out where it was coming from. My husband used a flashlight to get a good look behind the pipes under the sink and found her. It turned out to be a big project and took a long time to get her out. I just had to put fresh tape on the cupboard. She's determined to get in there and is driving me crazy.

I wouldn't worry about Tiramisu being a little distant right now. Cats are weird and go through phases. She'll be lovey-dovey again soon.

I was preventing Buddy from doing something he wanted to do, but I don't know what he was thinking beyond that when he bit me because I was handling him gently as usual. He's only bitten me once in 9 years so I'm not worried about him doing it again, but I'm still shocked he did it.

Bobby :hug::hug::hug:

I had a cat I loved like that. His name was Stinky. When I would go to bed, I would lay on my back and he would lay down the length of my body with his head on my chest and purr me to sleep. When I would turn over, he would lay down by my feet. When my sister took in a stray my mother made them both outside cats, and Stinky good run over by a car and died next to our front steps trying to get home. I was 13 and had never cried so hard.

We all love our fur babies. I think especially when we don't have children.
bizi