A Conversation with Elizabeth
1998
Cat Story

From:          Elizabeth  
To:            LMixson@PEC.com
Sent:          Friday, May 8, 1998 9:41 AM
Subject:       Cat Story
 
Good morning.  I'm writing now, as some one is coming over soon to do work, which I told them I did not have time to do, and I don't want to be "on break" while they do it.
 
Thank you for sending your story about the cats.  It made me laugh and further lightened my mood. What a pair.  I was afraid when you started the story that you might have discovered a burglary, which I'm glad you didn't.  The poor cat was probably frightened and it seems wise to have taken the "buddy cat" along for the ride, although I've always thought cats don't like to be transported.  Our two cats at home where enemies, although one cat seemed to want to be friends and would try to play, the other literally turned up her nose at him.  I often felt sorry for him. 
 
He was a stray my Dad, quite characteristically, brought home from the Burger King Parking lot where he was living (the cat, not my Dad) on french fries. He always stayed a little wild, but eventually grew fat and more lethargic.  My mother had to hand feed him in later years because he developed feline leukemia, and eventually had to be put to sleep.  I personally think that the eventually death or euthanization due to old age of both the cats contributed to my mother's demise.  I have read much that "loss" and grief are onset factors for Az.  About the same time she lost her closest "buddy", an elderly man who she hung out with in her residential village, and had known for a long time.  His death was tragic.  He was out in the backyard mowing his yard and started having angina and couldn't get the cap off his meds.  I have had the things jam on me, infuriatingly.  Once I had a cap on cough medicine, a child proof cap, jam on so tight I couldn't get it off even with plumber's pliers.  I wrote the company and they sent me a free coupon.
 
I've had a quick/good recovery from Wednesday night.  That's one thing I've noticed about myself lately, things only temporarily turn into "bad day at black rock."  I went right home and realized the best thing to do was tackle the tapes of the lecture which was so confusing.  I worked on that from about 6:30 to 9:30, but I sort of had APT on in the background.  Then it was bedtime. 
 
Do you ever use boboli crusts.  One of my downfall foods is pizza, I realized from the class I took.  I've learned though that I can make a pizza on boboli and enjoy it almost as much as "real" pizza.  I just use low fat chunky Ragu or other brand sauce and add a lot of spices, and not nearly as much cheese or pepperoni as a bought pizza.  For a while I had a bottle of "pizza spice" that really made it superb, but I used it all up and have looked everywhere and can't find another bottle.  It really made it good.  I haven't gotten completely away from food as a "treat" so I made a boboli pizza last night to help myself further feel better. 
 
I heard on the news that tornados his Georgia last night, but haven't seen anything in the paper.  Unfortunately we are supposed to have a bad "night" here, I think Saturday and early Sunday a.m. 
 
My impatiens really looked good this morning.  I try to take the time to at least look at them and enjoy them in the morning before I leave, because all day long I can't. 
 
I heard a review this morning that Deep Impact was awful, a new movie about a comet/meteor striking earth. 
 
Well, you may not have blackberries yet, but you also probably don't have 90 degree weather, already, and humidity which makes it hard to breathe.  It is stifling, as if you can't suck air in. 
 
Have a good day, and weekend.  I may jot a line later if I think of anything.  Too bad about losing part of your view, but your better any windown than none at all ( I still miss my "sliver.")
 
Elizabeth

That was funny, her father, not the cat was living in the Burger King parking lot, errr… I mean the other way around.  At first I thought her cat story was when she was a little girl but then she put it in context about her mother having Alzheimer’s making it more recent. I sometimes wonder what Elizabeth was like as a little girl, she never said anything about her childhood.

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