I had planned to go to work today, but I called and explained. I just couldn't face going out in the cold. I'm hurting anyway, and the cold just exacerbates it. I took some Tylenol (Arthritis strength X 2, pow, bam, zowie!!) and it has eased me a little, but not enough to change my mind about going out. I am doing some of the work from here at home, but I'm still miserable.
I've been getting up and doing things around the house, because I feel better if I don't just curl into a ball and whimper. The movement actually helps, but I have to be careful to avoid overdoing. It's a fine line.
My only venture out of the house was to feed the feral kitty. I encountered him/her yesterday and it seems that he is getting used to me. A little bit. A wee little bit. He was eating when I walked out the door to go to work, and he skittered off the deck quickly. I started calling to him, hoping he would realize that I wasn't going to hurt him. He didn't come back up while I was there, but he only went as far as under the steps. I went down the steps, still talking with him, and he began to meow at me! He has never "talked" to me before. I kept talking in a quiet voice, and he came a little closer, but stayed under the steps, just peeking at me between them. After I got into the truck he jumped back up onto the steps and went to finish his meal.
I hope to have him get used to me by summer, so that he can be on the deck without fear when I'm out there. He is far too wild to consider being a "pet," but if he will just accept me as a helpful, nonthreatening human, it would be nice.
He is a very large long-haired light grey and dark grey striped cat. One of these days I'll probably name him if he continues to come around. I thought about "Thunder" since his colors of those of a thundercloud, but when he meowed at me yesterday, he has a very high, almost squeaky voice, so Thunder doesn't seem to fit him! I considered "Smokey" because of the color, also. It would be fitting because we live in the land of Smokey Bear, b ut I'm not terribly excited with that. Maybe I should call him "Poof," because he is a long-haired poofy cat and because he is here and ... poof ... he is gone!! I'll think of something.
He has a bad eye. I'm not sure if it is a terrible infection sealing it about halfway closed, or if he is actually missing the eye. I kinda thing it might be the latter. Poor baby. I'll keep feeding and trying to diminish his fears and hopefully he will find my deck, either on it or safely under it, as a reasonable home. If he does, I'll see about building him a shelter at the far end or underneath. I haven't seen him today. Hmmm.
I should get up and walk around a little and then get back to work. Hope everyone is having a good day! And in spite of my whining I still think ....
Life is beautiful!!!