Another Thursday

To think that I went fifty eight years and never once got an infected cat bite, and now I am dealing with the second one in four months. Poor old Jack, with the long fluffy fur and the missing front leg, finds it impossible to groom himself adequately. so I was trying to help him get rid of some of the mats of fur on his belly. He objected to this in no uncertain terms, and bit me hard enough to draw blood. Well, I wasn't sure he still had two teeth that would come together, so I gues this is a good sign in its own way. Of course I immediately soaked the bite in hot water,pressing and squeezing to get it tobleed clean. And that seems to have helped, since the next morning, I had only a little swelling and redness and it was just on the finger. Still, I went to the doc (And I LOVE the staff at our local Kaiser. Each and every one of the colored scrubs people treats you as if you were a real human being with feelings and everything!) and though the doc propper was busy, I got to see a charming young physician's assistant who prescribed antibiotics, had the nurse stick an IV port in my arm, and sent me home. Today I went in and since the infection was clearly on the wane, I even got the IV port removed. But watch those dirty-mouthed cats!

Here's Daphne the Dragon to give some perspective to the peter heaters. Just a few more to go . . .

Since I didn't have to go to work on Thursday I was able to enjoy the sunrise. Isn't the early-morning light beautiful?

I even got a chance to do an artsy-fartsy self-portrait.