One more long week

Today I took Mingus to the Vet to get his stitches out.  Unfortunately he had not yet healed up, so he had to get some staples, too.  He has to wait one more week.

He's looking pretty bummed....

One of Harper's friends from school made him the best sympathy card ever.  It was pretty sweet.

So, hopefully this time next week he'll be stitch free, staple free and cone free.  Fingers crossed.

Why I live in Oregon

I moved from Virginia to Portland nine years ago, soon after graduating college.  Three months of the year Oregon is the most beautiful place in the world.  The other nine its gray and wet and dreary.  Sometimes I don't think I'll last another winter, but then late spring rolls around and the skies clear up to a bright blue and it's like heaven.  Yesterday was one of those glorious days and we spent it at the coast.  It was exactly what I needed after spending the previous day in the Convention Center under florescent lights for eight hours for Crafty Wonderland.

Manhattan Beach.  Gorgeous!

Hug Point

Harper the sand flea

Plankton Wat

Tomorrow Dewey's first solo album on Thrill Jockey is released.  His copies came in the mail today.  I took the photographs for the front and black covers.  I'm so excited with how it turned out.  Take a look....

It's a beautiful album.  He even composed a song for me (love him!).  You can listen to it here, along with a video he put together.

Want more?  You can buy it here.

Crafty Wonderland time

Come visit me this Saturday, May 12th at Crafty Wonderland at the Convention Center in Portland!  It's gonna be fun.  Not to mention, the best place to pick up a last minute Mother's Day present.

What a week.

Meet Mingus.

He's a recent addition to the family.  We got him from the Humane Society in December, shortly after my cat Francis passed away.  We thought that it would be fun to have a young, healthy and adventurous cat.  He has been an absolute joy to have around.

However, his adventurous side got the better of him this week.  Mingus jumped over our tall, wooden fence, into the neighbors' yard and had a rather violent run in with their two dogs.  After a six hour trip to the pet emergency room we learned that he had a dislocated his leg and torn tendons.  He was going to have to lose his leg.

So, Thursday he spent the day drugged up, with his leg in a giant split looking really sad.  Friday was the big day and he got his leg amputated by a lovely vet who also had a three legged cat.  She assured me that he would get along just fine after a few days.

So, now he's home and recovering.  I think wearing the cone is depressing him more than losing a leg.  In one week he is free of the cone and in two we'll be able to get the sutures taken out and he should be getting around pretty well by then.  Just a bit funny looking until he figures out his gait and his hair grows back.  Now I am the proud owner of a three legged cat.  It can only help add to his charm.