So far, a profoundly odd day. I slept up in the attic bedroom with Zoe, much to the irritation of my dog. The above was the view when I woke up, captured on Nexus 1 camera (as was the accidental video, below). Weirdly, no allergy symptoms at all. Normally I have to wash my hands after touching her, or my eyes itch and swell and go red. No problems at all today. And I lay in bed with her while she did that kneading-dough thing that contented cats do, and checked my email and learned that a TV series I've been working on for 12 years has just come together, and then the phone rang and I was offered a film to write and direct, and it all seemed very unreal and unlikely and far away.
I'll sleep with her again tonight. Olga (her other person - here's what she writes about Zoe) flies in tomorrow, and the attic bedroom is Olga's that night.
Zoe can't eat or drink - the tumour blocks the oesophagus, and she throws up everything, even water - and we're hydrating her subcutaneously. On Monday, Lorraine and I take her to the vet (edit; no we don't; the vet comes here, which will be much less traumatic for her), who will put her to sleep, which is a euphemism, and we stay with her to the end.
Thank you all for your kind and sensible messages. They mean a lot.
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Something small that made me smile:
Did you know that people over at the Amazon Blueberry Girl page have started writing their reviews in Blueberry Girl meter?
I didn't, but I looked, and they have, I particularly liked Mariana Chaffee's.
It is good to make art in odd places.
Labels: Blueberry Girl, Cat Vomit, Cats, I miss the days when I used to make sure that there would be at least one amusing or interesting label