Pillow Provided

Day 43: There are only a few days left of Tippy's tenure in the Cone of Shame, so I feel compelled to explain that certain concessions to comfort have had to be provided at the expense of my trying to get anything else done. He has been such a good boy throughout the ordeal, first allowing doctor to perform surgery with only a local anaesthetic and then not protesting the Cone in the slightest. He's popped out of it twice accidentally, the first time when it caught the edge of the footstool as he leapt down to the floor and the second when he attempted to get onto the window sill behind the couch and fell between the couch and the wall. He did not resist or struggle when I reinstalled it. I suppose the least I can do is provide a soft pillow even if it means I'm not getting any needlework done. Sound asleep in this photo, he remained in this position for twenty minutes before shifting off my hand.

Old Treasures

Day 128: I have very little memorabilia from my mother's side of the family, none at all from my father's side save for his military records and medals and a small handful of personal items, but those few things I do have are precious to me. The larger kitty you see here came across the Plains on my great-grandmother's lap, held to protect it from the jouncing of a buckboard, or so the family story goes. The black kitten was my grandfather's, of a somewhat later manufacture than the gold cat, but identically posed. The Double Wedding Ring quilt was a wedding gift to my parents, hand-stitched by my maternal great-grandma, its pieces cut from the calico flour sacks of the era. Both the quilt and the pillow are stained and worn, and the gold kitty has many scars and scratches, but in no way does that diminish their value in my heart. Sentimental? I'm not ashamed to admit to that.