You probably noticed that Missy has a growth on top of her head above her left eye. A few days after we brought her home we took her to the vet to make sure everything was okay and get a biopsy on the growth. The results came back and “yea, it’s not cancer”! What it is, is very rare, so rare that I’ve plugged it into Google in as many different permutations as I could think of and have so far come up with nothing, lots of things that aren’t it though. Medically speaking; Inflamed cystic slightly proliferative sweat glands with associated dermal inflammation. She’s now taking prednisone. We’re hoping it will shrink the growth and alleviate the discomfort.
Other than that she’s healthy as a horse and a barrel of laughs. We’ve learned that if we want to sleep past 3:00 AM, we need to play with her before bedtime and tire her out. Once she’s tired out she’ll curl up on the bed and sleep most of the night.
You probably noticed that Missy has a growth on top of her head above her left eye. A few days after we brought her home we took her to the vet to make sure everything was okay and get a biopsy on the growth. The results came back and “yea, it’s not cancer”! What it is, is very rare, so rare that I’ve plugged it into Google in as many different permutations as I could think of and have so far come up with nothing, lots of things that aren’t it though. Medically speaking; Inflamed cystic slightly proliferative sweat glands with associated dermal inflammation. She’s now taking prednisone. We’re hoping it will shrink the growth and alleviate the discomfort.
Other than that she’s healthy as a horse and a barrel of laughs. We’ve learned that if we want to sleep past 3:00 AM, we need to play with her before bedtime and tire her out. Once she’s tired out she’ll curl up on the bed and sleep most of the night.
Our sweet little girl has a name, it’s Missy. She is very smart, fun and affectionate. We feel very blessed to have found her.
We almost didn’t adopt her. One of the volunteers had steered us to a different cat. We were too late to adopt that evening so we had to come back the next day. That night I had a dream. In that dream I was told, we were planning to adopt the wrong cat. We had to adopt the little cat in the cage across from the one we had planned to adopt. My dream was very insistent so the next morning I told Chris, we couldn’t adopt “Betty” (which was the name of the cat the volunteer had directed us to). We had to adopt “Lily” (now you see why we had to change her name). We’re both so happy we listened to my dream. Missy is definitely the right cat for us.
Last weekend my husband and I went to San Ardo with plans for him to do the road race and me to ride the race course in the opposite direction with my girlfriend who’s husband was also racing.
Everything went according to plan and my girlfriend, Sharon and I were having a very nice ride. Every now and then one of the racing groups would pass on the road going the other way, always observing the “centerline” rule. The centerline rule means that just like a car, you stay on your own side of the road. Only in a bike race that also applies while passing.
As I said everything was going great, we were having fun, waving to the occasional person we knew in the race. No problems at all until we got about 3-4 miles from the finish line of the race. This would be about 18 miles from the finish for the racers since we were traveling in opposite directions. We were out on the rolling part of Paris Valley Rd. in a flattish area with good sight-lines. We saw a large group coming toward us very fast so we knew they were either CAT 3 or Pro/1/2 riders. As they got close the riders in front began pointing us out to those behind. We were as far to the right of the road as we could get. At this point racers in the back decided this was a good opportunity to move up in the pack so they moved over the centerline and right in line with us. We had no where to go other then into the star thistle on the shoulder of the road or into the racers going at least 30 mph. At this point Sharon stopped and I having no other choice ran right into the back of her. She flew over her handlebars and landed on her face, I crashed onto my left side bruising my hip and getting road rash and bruises on my leg and elbow.
Fortunately we’re both alright but unsatisfied as it looks as if the perpetrators are going to get away with it.
Chris and I just adopted a cat from the San Luis Obispo Animal Shelter. She’s the cutest little gray and white female you’ve ever seen. She loves to climb up high on her cat tree and watch the birds for hours. She follows us everywhere we go and makes little searching meows when she can’t find us.
The tall cat tree is her favorite place to be. She’ll climb up to the top where there is a little enclosed cat bed area and begin chasing her tail.
Go to my Flickr site to see photos of her.
These little animals are so sweet and need a home with people who will love them. Some of them are here because their owner had to move, died, didn’t want them anymore, whatever. Once they find themselves in the pound, they spend their lives in a cage hoping someone will give them a forever home. This shelter is NOT a no kill shelter.
I’ve been reading a new book about CSS, it’s call Transcending CSS, the fine art of web design by Andy Clarke. Molly Holzschlag has provided the editing and a forward, and David Shea the preface. It’s not your ordinary beginning CSS book, in fact it’s not for beginners at all, which is one of the reasons I bought it.
In the first few pages I learned about styling attribute selectors (who knew), as in putting borders around images that have “alt” tags or coloring text with a “title” attribute. Not only that, it’s a beautifully designed book with lots of photos and color. It feels good in your hands, like a much loved and well read favorite.
More to come …
Went to my granddaughter’s graduation last night. It was great, lots of happy screaming kids looking forward to the future. The Holt Center was almost filled with parents and friends of graduates.
We really enjoyed the talent portion of the ceremonies. They had The Sheldon Elements Jazz band, dancers from the Spanish Immersion school and several singers (who were surprisingly good).
My oldest granddaughter is graduating from high school on Thursday. My husband and I are flying up to celebrate with her. I’m so proud of her, she’s worked very hard.
My oldest granddaughter is graduating from high school on Thursday. My husband and I are flying up to celebrate with her. I’m so proud of her, she’s worked very hard.