Yawn....

Ah, the joys of having a 'four-footed' alarm clock! You get awakened by the tromp of feet walking across your stomach, the joy of having something furry draped across the top of your head, and the loud, jack-hammeresque sound/feeling of deep purrs drum down into your brain. And...you're awake! The alarm was set for 6am; however I've been up since just after 4am and have already slurped down a mug of tea and am thinking maybe I should make another. It's going to be a long day, I can tell.

I must reiterate my delight in the 'essence' drops my friend Jan in Oregon told me about. Ms. Jypsy, as you know, started having some problems again so off we went to the vet. He wanted to see her again in a month, and I started using the drops since she was starting her little paranoia thing again. We've been back to the vet and she's clear, but he asked me again about the drops and were they working. Unqualified "YES!" response on my part and he just nodded. I think I've made him a believer. Jypsy is like she was a couple of years ago - playful (which I like, except at 4am), loving, and, did I mention playful? She's like a kitten again, leaping out when you walk by to tap you on your leg (is that the cat form of 'tag - you're it!'?), rolling herself up in throw rugs, burying her beloved mouse underneath aforementioned throw rugs and then attacking said rug, barrooming from one end of the house to the other just daring you to chase her...it's wonderful. And you can see when she's laughing at you just by looking in her eyes. I've never had a pet that you could recognize humor in their eyes - but you can with Jypsy.

Anyway, she's fine, and hopefully will continue to be. My lack of sleep is a different question, however...

The Best Dreams

I had the most amazing dream the other night. Sure wish I could remember it to tell it to you. The dream actually came to a logical end just as I was beginning to climb up out of sleep; I stayed in bed with eyes tightly closed, willing myself to remember it in detail. But then my leg cramped and I had to jump out of bed to stand up to get the cramp to quit, and then Jypsy came in and rolled over on my feet so I could rub her belly, and *poof*, it was almost totally and completely gone. It would have made a fantastic movie from the itty bitty parts I can remember. All I remember is it involved an extremely handsome man who looked suspiciously like Nathan Fillion and was wildly in love with me. There was mystery and intrigue, dark ill-lit streets we were creeping along, colorful clothing...can't remember specifics or why or what though. And was there a parade?? I think maybe there was. Oh, well. As I was doing a kitty belly rub, I thought that my reality at that particular point in time was much, much better than a dream.

I've said before Jypsy makes me laugh every single day, even when she's not feeling well. She's much better however, and here's just one of today's laughs...

"You can't see me, 'cos I'm hidden!"