I thought I should let you all know how my mom is, well since that was my whole focus last semester. As of today, she has three chemo treatments to go. She seems to be in good spirits and is happy that she's so close to the end. Last week, when it was really
icy, she
slipped and fell on the steps outside work. She dislocated her shoulder falling and she had to be in a sling all week. This weekend she said it still hurt, but at least the sling was gone. Yesterday was my dad's birthday, so I went to the shelter and bought him a cat. In the fall our last cat died in the living room right in front of my mom and dad from a heart attack. After that my dad threw away all of are cat stuff. He got rid of the litter box, the left over food, and even the bowls that we put food and water in. What I really wanted to do was get him a dog, because he's always wanted one, but my mom hasn't ever allowed us to have one. I tried my best to convince my parents that they would really like a dog, but in the end my dad said that with no one home during the day, he didn't want to leave a dog at home. So, we compromised, he said he would think about a dog when he retired (which may be soon - within months - because he works in the failing banking industry), and everyone agreed that a cat now would be okay. So, I went to the shelter looking for an adult male cat that was friendly, silent, and would sit in my lap (a male because females are bitches, no kitten because it would be too much work for my dad, silent because my parents cannot handle loud animals, and obvious everyone wants a cat who will sit in their lap). I found a pretty white and cream colored cat that rubbed against my legs. When I put him in my lap he curled up and put his head on my hand. I was sold. So I spent an hour filling out the paperwork and getting him into a box and in to the car. Once I got him home he jump out of the box and
preceded to run around the house exploring every room. As he was doing this, he was meowing the whole time. My dad and brother (who was also home for the weekend) came into the kitchen, where the cat had stopped and was meowing none stop. Soon the cat had befriended my brother and followed him around the house all night. I went back to school that night. Tonight my dad called me to tell me about all the happenings of his new cat. First, all night it farted on
whoever's lap it sat on. Then it meowed all night and tried to sleep in the bed with my dad. In the morning my dad went to church and when he came back he discovered that that cat had crawled under the blanket on my parents bed and peed in the sheets. A side note, since my mom's arm has been hurting she's been sleeping in a chair instead of in the bed. So, since the cat peed in the bed, and knew where the litter box was (he had even already used it) my dad put him outside. I was told not to let the cat outside until the snow melted, because it would not be able to sniff its way back home. But my dad maybe wanted the cat to go away, so he put it outside. After an hour and a half, my dad had hoped that the cat wandered off, but he returned
triumphantly. Now my dad says that if the cat acts up again, he'll put it in the barn to be a barn cat. But I know that if the cat really does like my mom as much as he says it does, no matter how many times my dad puts the cat in the barn, my mom will just let it back inside when she's home sick, so that she'll have a friend to sit with her.
So, there you go on my update... I am working on a flash video for my project... I guess you can see it in class, or at our
critique.
