Pickles gives Mommy her daily ration of “cat butt”.
Note: Pickles is back from a two-week solitary confinement at the vet while we had the interior of the house painted. He and his brother Sir Edmund Hillary got shaved while there to remove matting. Pickles is particularly needy now. Lest you think me heartless, I did visit them once a day at the vet.
Excerpt from today’s email:
I got home yesterday afternoon, thanks to [REDACTED]. The boys were happy to see me, as was I to see them. Andy decided my walker is his perch. Dougy rubbed me every way he could to make sure Andy knew Dougy claimed me as his human.
I’m having to use my laptop because my PC won’t connect to the internet for some reason: MADDENING! I have so much mail and [REDACTED] have changed so much in my apartment I’m not home or comfortable yet. Things are all stacked and rearranged.
Didn’t sleep a wink last night in that bigger, more comfortable bed [REDACTED] decided I need to start sleeping in. Of course, as someone who doesn’t have cats, she doesn’t know that you don’t shut doors on cats (or dogs), and the boys wanted to get some quality time with me again…all night!
Dougy was especially tenacious, walking on me, kneading me, rubbing on me, sticking his face in my face. Andy was content (mostly!) to hop on the window sill behind my headboard and check out the night scene outside the window, though he also perched on the walker, which was by my bed.
I don’t know how fast I will get back to blogging. I am buried in things that have to be done, and I’m having a hard time getting organized. For one thing, I need to get some groceries if I’m eating anytime soon.
Note: I redacted the names of the folks Doug mentioned in his email for privacy. I’ll let him mention them in his blog if he wishes to.
Welcome home Doug.
Over the last few weeks (months?) Patches has discovered independent play. She is amazingly cute to watch. She is old and either half-blind or cross-eyed but for all of that she really enjoys play.
One of her favorite play times involves my throwing a small crinkle ball to her while she is on our bed. She is quite amazing – either catching it outright with her (badly?) declawed front paws or batting it back to me. If she misses it she then hunts it and bats it about until I pick it up and throw it again. I need to set up a tripod and record one of these sessions, but …
Lately Patches has gotten tired of waiting for me to play with her and has started batting the crinkle balls about on her own. This past Christmas the Mrs bought an assortment of small plastic ornaments for attaching to packages. Patches discovered them and started batting them around in the kitchen. The ornaments roll well and with the attachment nubbin they roll with just the right amount of randomness.
Patches is not a kitten. She must easily be in her tweens or teens. I wonder if this return to kittendom is a sign of senility setting in? It doesn’t matter. We love her anyway. She is a sweet gentle soul. I am just happy to see her having fun.
I spoke to Doug twice this weekend. He is battling a nasty cold that is going around. Rumor has it that he might get to go home next week. Keep your fingers and paws crossed.
It’s Dougy’s birthday, yada yada yada yada ya
OK technically Dougy is the cat. I guess I could have said its weggie’s birthday, but well there ya go.
I called him and wished him Happy Birthday. He is still stranded in Scottsbluff. Still trying to get home to Alliance.
A song for Doug …
Just substitute “Dougy” for “Johnny”, remembering that is for weggieboy and not Dougy the cat.
Hmm … that could have been better …
15 seconds at a time…
The Arlo camera was set on motion detection and a 15 second recording window. I merged them with iMovie.
Depending on the amount of light received it is either color or infrared black and white. When Pickles blocks enough light the IR LEDs turn on and the camera goes black and white. Pickles is fascinated by the infrared LEDs. Mmmm … tasty.
See previous post for more Arlo videos.
Did I say umpire, I meant vampire, and by vampire I meant Doug.
Doug is sort of like a reverse vampire. Every other day or so his blood is sucked out of him*. As you can imagine, having the blood sucked out of you is exhausting. This is the state I discovered him in yesterday when I finally got a hold of him after several days incommunicado. But we agreed to resume-establish contact today and sure enough Doug called me mid-afternoon.
He was feeling much better today having had a good
day’s night’s sleep on the soil of his homeland a nice soft bed. I already knew that he had gotten a hair cut and a shave several days ago – it’s hard to shave when you can’t see yourself in the mirror. Oh and he finally got the correct glasses so he was finally able to see himself in the mirror.
He is still being held in a
castle rehab facility in Transylvania Scottsbluff, but everyday he is getting stronger and the goal of getting home to Alliance is getting nearer. For two undead old guys with nothing much to say we sure talked for a long time.
BRING DOUG HOME
* sucked out our him, filtered, and put back into him. Dialysis.
Acquisition Of Signal
Contacted Doug last night in Scottsbluff. Doug is in good spirits, all things considered. He is still … with good reason … pissed off.
Doug gave me cell the phone number of his friend in Alliance. I contacted friend today. Friend hopes to see Doug on Tuesday, deliver cell phone and clothes. As we need a secure channel, Doug’s cell phone will not be released. You may leave messages for him on this blog, Maggie’s blog, or his blog.
Doug’s sister, Maggie’s mom, Doug’s friend in Alliance, and I are all in contact by email and phone.
One of our remote stations in the Pacific Northwest (Doug’s sister) reports:
Doug is at Golden Living Center (in ScottsBluff). Called this morning but he is in dialysis. He is in room 117, but doesn’t have a phone. They told me that they will take a phone into him when he receives calls. The staff I talked to seemed very nice and helpful.
Our intelligence wing confirms the existence of
Golden Living Center
111 W. 36th St.
Scottsbluff, NE 69361
Will attempt an audio uplink later this evening.
LOS (Loss Of Signal) … a term first popularized during the Apollo lunar missions when the astronauts were behind the Moon and out of line-of-sight radio communication with the Earth. Also refers to loss of signal during re-entry when the ionized atmosphere enveloping a returning spacecraft blocks all radio transmissions.
Dark Side of the Moon … that side of the Moon that always faces away from the Earth and is never seen. The side the Apollo astronauts saw during LOS.
“Doug, this is Houston. Do you read? Over?”
“Doug, this is Houston. Do you read? Over?”
“Houston, this is Scottsbluff. Doug is confirmed LOS.”
“Roger that, Scottsbuff. LOS.”
“Houston, this is Alliance. We concur with Scottsbluff. Doug has definitely gone Dark Side of the Moon.”
“Roger that, Alliance.”
For someone with kidney failure, Doug (aka weggieboy) is well and truly pissed off.
As I write this Doug is STILL in Denver. What’s that you say, “Wasn’t he supposed to be home in Alliance?”
Yes, yes he was. But for reasons not yet clear, Doug’s release from Amberwood Court Care Center in Denver was delayed a day. To make matters worse he now has to pay $160 to stay an extra day, because he has exceeded the time limit for 100% Medicare coverage. Even better (and not in a good way) he didn’t even get physical therapy today so he just hung around “like a mushroom”*.
The new plan is for him to leave tomorrow, driven by an old friend from Denver who is going back to see family in Alliance.
“Well at least he his FINALLY going home to see his kitties,” you say.
Well just hold on there one minute bucko!
Doug isn’t going home to Alliance. He is going to Scottsbluff – on the way to Alliance. AND … his friend won’t have the time to take Doug to Alliance, then back to Scottsbluff to drop Doug off, then go back to Alliance.
Doug is pissed off. So am I. So is Maggie’s mom, Liz. You should be too! I would hate to think that Amberwood Court Care Center purposely dragged its heals to get every penny of Doug’s Medicare money (and then some). That never happens. And I would also hate to think that Doug is being sent to Scottsbluff due to some financial accrual to Amberwood, because stuff like that never happens either.
On a positive note – seriously – Doug has been able to contact the people caring for the boys and even heard one of them meow. And another friend in Alliance is going to bring him clothes, keys, wallet, cellphone, and laptop computer.
Still I am thinking of hiring GRAVICKGROUP to pay Doug a visit in Scottsbluff.
Stay tuned …
* “like a mushroom” – kept in the dark and fed $h1t
Doug is coming home to Highland Park
This Highland Park
Doug goes “road trip” on Thursday with a long-time friend from Denver. He will stop by home first to see his kitties, get his reading glasses, wallet, cell phone, and laptop computer before checking in at Highland Park.
I know that in the past Doug has been fond of whisky and even belongs to a whisky tasting club. Sadly I am quite sure that alcohol is off the menu for him now that he is on dialysis otherwise I would send him a bottle to commemorate his return to Alliance.
Email from Doug’s sister Kathy
“Good News!! Doug just called me. He finally gets to go home to Alliance on Thursday. He will not be going to the Good Samaritan Care Center, which is about 1/2 block from his apartment, but Highland (I think is the name) Care Center in Alliance. He is just happy that he will be home. He doesn’t know yet if he will have the dialysis in Alliance or Scottsbluff. He will have his glasses, cell phone and lap top, which will be nice for him. He will give us more details as he finds out himself. “
We missiz hims
Yet Another Update on Doug (AKA weggieboy)
If you have been following this or Maggie’s blog, you know that weggieboy’s blog | surviving retirement with two cats has gone quiet. That’s because Doug is being held prisoner in a rehab center in Denver, forced to do daily physical therapy and every other day dialysis.
Doug was transported to Denver in the belief that his Wegener’s Granulomatosis had flared up again. The hospital determined that he was NOT having an exacerbation of WG, but had suffered kidney failure as a result of it. He was subsequently discharged to a rehab facility also in Denver. He is stuck there without his reading glasses, wallet, or cell phone and without any support system of friends and family.
(Sounds like imprisonment to me)
Anyway, because he is a Nebraskan in Colorado they need to get him back to Nebraska before next Wednesday the 17th or Medicare stops paying 100%. Our fear (that being me, Maggie’s mom Liz, and Doug’s sister in Washington state) is that they will transfer him to another facility in Nebraska, but not home to Alliance. As you can imagine, Doug is worried to death about his kitties. We have it in good word that his neighbor is taking care of them, but it has been a month now and no one has been able to contact him because we don’t have his neighbor’s phone number. Heck Doug’s last blog entry was on January 14th and I wasn’t able to contact him until February 5th … three weeks later.
There is no reason Doug can’t go home. The Box Butte General Hospital in Aliance has both top notch dialysis and physical therapy facilities. Doug is ambulatory and able to get around with use of a cane. Doug needs to go home.
You can call him directly at (303) 862-3040. Tell him you read about his plight on this or Maggie’s blog (I am sure that she will reblog this). He would love to hear from you. I would say to send him a get well card, but he will be transferred before it would get there.
As I said, there is no reason Doug can’t go home.
Talked to Doug about an hour this evening. He is in good spirits.
The Care Package arrived this morning but he had not seen it, so I had to contact the nurses and have them go find it for him. Eventually they did locate it and Doug and several of the staff were in enjoying the oranges and tangerines. As Denver is in the dead of winter, they were a big hit for everyone.
One of the common complications of Wegener’s granulomatosis (WG) is kidney failure and the upshot of this episode is that Doug will have to be on dialysis from here on. Fortunately there appears to be dialysis resources in his home town of Alliance Nebraska. Doug will be in Denver most likely though the end of the month. He is without computer or cell phone so his contact with the outside world is limited. I know he would love to hear from you.
Please send him your get-well wishes to
C/O Amberwood Court Care Center
4686 E Ashbury Circle
Denver CO 80222
You can also call him at (303) 862-3040. This is a direct line to his room. If there is no answer it probably means he is in physical therapy or rehab.
Wrong address – the correct address is
Doug G. Thomas
C/O Amberwood Court Care Center
4686 E Asbury Circle
Denver CO 80222
(NOT 4868 E Ashbury)
Doug is learning how to stand up without falling down, use a walker, and how to get in and out of a wheel chair by himself.
Please feel free to send Doug a get well card. I know he has a large blog following. I know it would chear him up.
Doug getting his mail
Doug loves his citrus http://phainopepla95.com/2015/10/25/post-924-loving-my-citrus/
I have a mutant orange-tangerine tree https://contrafactual.com/2015/10/26/oranges-pickles-tangerines/
Doug needs a care package
It is supposed to arrive Monday by 10 AM.
I too spoke to Doug, but Maggie’s post pretty much says it all. Kathy is Doug’s sister. She replied to my reblog of Maggie’s previous post. How I tracked Doug down is a long story …
Thanks to the tireless efforts of cb (http://www.contrafactual.com), I received Doug (Weggieboy’s) hospital phone number and was able to speak with him this afternoon.
It is my understanding that Doug’s Wegener’s Granulomatosis had been inactive for 10 years. He had a flare up, and when he didn’t show up for work, the curator of the museum he volunteers at came to his house and found him in great distress. Doug says he’s had enough of riding in ambulances! His spirits are great, but he has a long and grueling road ahead of him. The kitties, Andy & Dougy, are being cared for by kind neighbors.
Kathy, one of Doug’s relatives, gave his address at least until the end of the month, when he may be moved. If you would like to send Doug a message of support, please write to Doug Thomas, c/o Amberwood Court Care Center, 4868 E. Ashbury…
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Please reblog if you follow Doug. As soon as I have an addresss for his rehab center, I will post it for sending get well wishes.
Friends: the blogging world is unlike any other place I’ve been. I’ve met wonderful people, exchanged stories and ideas, and, like most of you, struggle to keep up with the blogs I follow. I’ve even met some of you in person and that has been a great honor.
One regular contributor that I love to see posts and pictures from is Doug (Weggieboy’s blog; phainopepla95.com). I’d noticed that he hadn’t blogged anything since January 14.
Concerned, I asked another great blogger (cb; contrafactual.com) if he’d heard anything from Doug. cb was right on the case and in a matter of days was able to ascertain that Doug had fallen seriously ill and was in the hospital. (cb has his hands full like most of us do, yet he found a way and took the time to get people to give him info on Doug. I’m in awe of this guy.)
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I … can’t … keep … up
Seriously, stop blogging. Just for a day or two.
How did it get this bad?
It started simply enough. I decided to automatically follow anyone who liked or commented on any one of my posts. Then to make sure that I read them, I went to “Blogs I Follow” and made sure I got an email notification for every new post. I figured that anyone who liked or commented on one of my posts was a like-minded spirit and would be interesting to follow. More or less this turned out to be a correct assumption.
Others turned out not so much. Some had long, rambling (boring) tl;dr posts that I just couldn’t wade through. Some posted every minute of every day and flooded my email with posts. Some posted on topics that were of absolutely no interest to me. So for these I went back to “Blogs I Follow” and turned off email notification.
Now I was down to the blogs that were interesting. Your blogs. Your stories. Your cats. Your photos. Your news. Your ideas. Your humor. Your successes. Your fears. Your emotions. All of it good. All of it interesting.
Even as I write this, the email counter ratchets upward. Notifications are coming in faster than I can delete them. But I can’t just delete them. I have to look at them in order to delete them and then I read them and then I click on the link and go to the post and then I read the comments and by the time I’m done more notifications have come in. Even worse I may decide to reblog one. By the time I’m done, yet more notifications are in my mailbox.
I originally started this blog a few years ago as a venue for writing Fiction and autobiographical history. Then I started adding cat photos. Then reblogs of interesting posts and videos. Now I can’t even keep up with the blogs I follow.
What has he been doing since he was last being seen frequenting a New Mexico brothel … who can say? What brings him to the haunt of that other famous Company Man whose name must be withheld for security reasons
Bond, James Bond … business or pleasure?
When interviewed for this story, a local barkeep admitted to serving a patron fitting Eduardo’s description, but said he did not catch his name. “He was cool, that one. Cold blooded. Bit of a spook if you ask me. Wanted his martini shaken, not stirred, with a twist of cricket. His eyes kept darting around as if he was expecting trouble, then without as much as a by your leave, he flicked out his tongue and caught a fly in mid-air. Threw up up a bit in my mouth, I did. Not much of a talker. Left me a good tip though. He’s welcome back any time.”
So sad – I only learned of Lopsided Cat a few posts ago
These guys are sooooooo cute.
More kitten photos at link above.
I recommend you follow Salzi | Whatever for the kitten updates and because he is a great Sci-Fi writer.
OMG he or she is cute
Pickles and Hillary approve