Weird day...

[johnpalmer]

So, 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!"

Comments

[dubhain]

I'm glad to hear that you and Leo had a lot of cuddle time, and I very much hope that none of your fears prove to be valid.

Wishing you, Leo, and your friend well.

[johnpalmer]

No sign of problems. My friend is going to need rehab after knee replacement, which she knew was a possibility.

What was a bit freaky was I assumed she wasn't at *any* risk because she wasn't going under general. Well, the spinal block didn't work, so she *was* under general. Which is still really low risk in an otherwise healthy patient. But I'm glad I didn't know :-) until after my brain freaked out over a cuddly kitty.

[janetmiles.livejournal.com]

Oh, I hate those "persistent intrusive thoughts." I hope they went away, and that your friend is fine.

[johnpalmer.livejournal.com]

Mildly freaky bit: they couldn't get the spinal block to work, so they had to intubate and put her under general, *but* she came through fine, through at least the first post-op day. She's having some problems right now, and it sounds like she can't go home yet, but it's *most likely* just a "thing", and not a cat coming over to warn me of Terrible Tragedies.

And Leo still looks fine, and is just as active as ever. I suppose it's normal for me to have panic moments about the poor fellow after his brother.

Thank you for your kind thoughts; hugs (if/when you'd like 'em).

[elainegrey.livejournal.com]

I'll hope that Leo learns to cuddle with you regularly, so the persistent thoughts fade away. And knee replacement: hope that goes well, too. I've a friend who's had both knees done.

[johnpalmer.livejournal.com]

Oh, he cuddles with me... but he's more of a "Oh, you came over to cuddle? That's fine, cuddle away. Oh, you have somewhere else to go? I'll stay here, then." He rarely comes over and says "If those hands aren't doing anything more important, I could use some cuddles... and what could be more important than cuddling a kitten?" which is what he did yesterday :-)