So, you probably remember that a few weeks ago Ashley Grimes overdosed. You’re probably wondering what happened to her. I had been somewhat wondering the same thing. The other day I was back at Richard Donkle’s place and I overheard Hallie and Richie talking about her. It seems that she has been sent out of state for treatment of her addiction. They didn’t have too much to say about it so I can’t tell you any more than that. I’m glad she’s still alive and will get another shot at life. It’s hard to have to make such serious life and death decisions when you’re young. I hear Mike talking some about addiction and recovery at the house. His medical specialty is addiction medicine, so he has a lot of experience treating folks like her. He knows what she is up against, including the fact that many heroin addicts have multiple relapses before they get into ongoing recovery, if they are fortunate enough to make it that far.
The last time I went up to the Donkle’s there was nobody there except for their maid, and the place was locked up tight. As long as I was there I went over to the kennel. They have a nice outdoor enclosure for their for German shepherds. Ever since our 1st meeting they have given me plenty of space (Veni, Vidi, Vici, posted 3/26/17). I really have nothing against them as long as they don’t try to kill me. Now that Richard lets me into the house on a regular basis they are regarding me as someone who is supposed to be there so their territorial instincts don’t kick in any longer. And of course, they are still afraid of me. But I didn’t spend too much time there. I wandered back across the expanse of lawn and back into the subdivision of Happy Meadows. I decided to go visit David, a fellow that lives by himself near the entrance to the subdivision where the houses are a little smaller. David spends a lot of time sitting on his front porch. He smokes cigarettes and takes naps. David used to go to work wearing some kind of a uniform like a policeman, but he has been sick and has not been working for quite some time. I’ve heard Mike say that David has cancer. Every Saturday afternoon Mike goes over to David’s house and spends a couple of hours visiting with him. Mike always brings him a few groceries. David is getting to where he really can’t eat any longer but he tries to get some canned something-or-other into himself. I think it’s a nutritional supplement. He has been losing weight. He used to be a very husky, strong man. I understand that he used to have quite a temper and could be violent. This might be why he lives alone. David enjoys my visits. He always talks to me nicely and calls me Magic. I’ll jump up on his lap and he’ll pet me. I have to be careful not to put any pressure on his abdomen because it hurts and he winces when I do that. I certainly don’t want to hurt him. Sometimes he gets up to go in the house and he always lets me come in as well. He doesn’t have any pets of his own and he must get quite lonely. Last weekend Mike didn’t make it by because he and Judy went up to the mountains in North Carolina. They seemed to enjoy themselves very much. I heard Mike say that the tent caterpillars are alive and well in North Georgia. I see them here also but apparently there is a much greater infestation up north. Mike and Judy talked about the eclipse mania that they encountered in North Georgia and Western North Carolina. It seems that the day after tomorrow we are expecting a near total eclipse of the sun here in Marietta and a total eclipse of the sun further north where they were. They are expecting over 100,000 people to come up for the eclipse. I think I’ll stay right here and settle for a 95% eclipse experience. I’ll let you know what it was like. Apparently there are people who go all over the world to view eclipses. I never would’ve imagined such a thing. But whatever floats your boat, I guess.
Ladybug had to go to the Extreme Vet yesterday. They did their usual poking and prodding and gave her a rabies shot. She got a mani-pedi as well. I wasn’t around when it happened but Shayna Maidel and Jackson told me that she complained loudly about it. That sounds about right. Well, I’m glad she had a good checkup. We don’t need any sick cats to give us added stress around here.
Now that I think about it, not much is happening right now in Happy Meadows. Maybe that’s why I haven’t posted anything for 3 weeks. I hope you haven’t missed me too much, and of course I hope you haven’t forgotten about me. At least, it looks like the whackos are not going to blow up the world after some stupid saber rattling. So, life goes on. I hope your life is as good as mine. But what could be better than being a little black cat that gets a lot of love? It’s the cats meow.
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Liked this a lot. Looks like your descriptive powers grow better with each entry. What a cat! Do you like cantaloupe? Bet you do. Most cats would climb a tree to get some.
I have not tried cantaloupe. I have also not tried climbing trees. You may recall, if you read his autobiography, that my grandfather Black Jack had an unfortunate encounter with a cat-hating stray dog and shot up a tree. Cora had to call the fire department to get him down. So, with that history, I have made it a point to not climb trees. I have also developed my own method of dealing with aggressive dogs which you may have read about in my blogpost, “Veni, Vidi, Vici,” posted on 3/26/17 (I think). If I get a chance I will try cantaloupe and let you know to what extremes I would go to try it a second time. I am so pleased that you enjoy my writing. Thank you.