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Weird day...
Nov. 13th, 2013 06:25 pmSo, today, my no-longer-quite-a-kitten, Leo, got all cuddly. Not weirdly so, just, wow, Leo, I didn't know you were into the whole cuddle-up-in-front-of-the-keyboard thing! We spent a good hour snuggling.
And I had the weirdest feeling that meant he was about to die, and was saying goodbye.
This isn't helped by how I have a dear friend who's getting knee replacement surgery, which is mostly routine, but includes some special instructions like to wipe down the walls of her house with a mild bleach solution, and she's just washed her sheets, because this is surgery from the skin down to the bone, and if a nasty bug slipped in, it could go *deep*, and any surgery includes mild risks from anesthesia if they have to use general (but for this, I hear-tell they use a spinal block and sedatives). So I had the moment of "and so *he* knew she'd died on the table and wanted to comfort me."
I hate when my brain does stuff like that. I've learned to *mostly* ignore it. In fact, my biggest fear is having one - just *one* - of these ridiculous scenarios pan out, because then I'll never be able to say "stop worrying; that's ridiculously impossible!"
And I had the weirdest feeling that meant he was about to die, and was saying goodbye.
This isn't helped by how I have a dear friend who's getting knee replacement surgery, which is mostly routine, but includes some special instructions like to wipe down the walls of her house with a mild bleach solution, and she's just washed her sheets, because this is surgery from the skin down to the bone, and if a nasty bug slipped in, it could go *deep*, and any surgery includes mild risks from anesthesia if they have to use general (but for this, I hear-tell they use a spinal block and sedatives). So I had the moment of "and so *he* knew she'd died on the table and wanted to comfort me."
I hate when my brain does stuff like that. I've learned to *mostly* ignore it. In fact, my biggest fear is having one - just *one* - of these ridiculous scenarios pan out, because then I'll never be able to say "stop worrying; that's ridiculously impossible!"
