Lost in Pflugerville: The PC doc has been

and the little darling is working again, although it appears our CD-RW is dead-no more which will cause some distress to the younger members of the family but as I told the PC doctor (Computer Nerdz, Austin, very reasonably priced) all I need is my daily fix of the blogger sphere.

Thanks for the comments on my growing problem with, well, I really don't know what the name for it apart from an inability to creep outdoors. As I trained as Art therapist, what little psychology knowledge I have, I know its an anxiety disorder and the root of it probably lies with the growing demand that I go out and get a job. Here's the irony of the situation, I know pills aren't going to solve the problem (they can help alleviate the problem but not solve it) and maybe going to a therapist might be good idea but I sort of tried that a few month ago (not the pills). But I found I couldn't talk about myself and my so called problems because they seem so trite. Actually writing this blog has been as good a therapy as anything. However, once you see me writing this blog in the evenings, being pushed for time, then you will know I have cracked the problem.

As it was I had to cancel my appointment with the Doctor today as my oldest (she is only 3) and frailest cat, is obviously not well, not even by her standards. She was such a lovely kitten and very active, unfortunately too active which resulted in a horrible accident when she was just 3 months old (a set of drawers fell on top of her). The vet was amazed she survived as she was blind, paralysed and basically unable to do anything for herself for the first 2-3 weeks after the accident. Actually we were surprised and each time we went to the vet's,(every day at first) I expected them to say it was time to put her out of her agony. Apparently they were waiting for us to say the same thing, however, Gordon and I nursed her throughout the night, spoon fed her and gradually she got better but was never completely right. She has probably been blind or nearly blind ever since that time. She doesn't move much, so she has calluses on her hind legs where she sits. However, she seems happy enough, loves her food and when we speak to her, she talks back (weird I know but its true). So when she started not eating her food this week I knew something was up. Had a call from the vet's office whilst the PC doc was here and the vet thinks she might have a tumour behind one of her eyes. I am really praying it not that, as like when she was 3 months old, I hate to make decisions like that.