Darth Fluffy

"The Human has stopped coughing and is sorta up an  moving.  And he wants to sit in this chair.  Meh, might as well let him" - Explorer the Cat.

 
Whatever you send the human, make sure the box fits the cat.
 

Chat GPT? I've seen jacket covers that had obvious spoofs of the author's life. Write about how your parents sent you to Earth before your home world blew up, and you were adopted by traveling folk singers.
 
 

Oh what fun it is to sing a slaying song tonight!

I have never met this "Holly" person, but she must be a great warrior if we are encouraged to deck our halls with her bowels. 

No worries! Stress comes with the job right now, thanks to osteomyelitis. You have fun on Christmas day yourself, ya hear? 

Sorry, I did not mean that to be stressful. Hope Christmas day goes well. I saw grand kids today, going to be with family tomorrow as well.

I am home, with home-based intravenous antibiotics. We start infusing through a Tunnelling PICC line in the upper right corner of my chest Sunday morning shortly after 10am. Wish us luck.

My white blood cell count is down, from 15.2 to 11.9. I'm going home today, barring any last minute screwups. End of line.

"You got up out of the chair.  That means it's my turn" - Explorer the Cat.
 

"Time to do some running!  I like to run in the morning!" - Explorer the Cat.

 

 
You can't spell NAP without RUN.
 . . . .
 
It loses something when translated out of Feline.
Or so I'm told.
 

According to the timestamps on the "X" (Twitter) and Tumblr announcements, around 1 AM EST.

"Thinking about what to do today.  Napping is high on the list of things to try out!" - Explorer the Cat.

Surgery went well, and the bone biopsy is still cooking in the lab. So far, nothing has grown. Meanwhile, the 1-2 punch of vancomycin and cefepime appears to be knocking back the infection in my leg and knocking out the infection in my foot. I've been advised that, if nothing grows off of the bone biopsy sample, I could be sent home as early as Thursday with just oral antibiotics. That would please Mrs. Prof to no end, since it would allow her to take me down to the Austin area for her family's Christmas get-together on Saturday. Only time will tell.

"Yay!  The Human is out of bed!  Gonna mark this box because I didn't mark it while I was on the bed with The Human" - Explorer the Cat.

Maybe she should read the comic, to get some background on them.

"The Human is moving slow, says his ankle still hurts.  At least he got out of bed.  I'll get close to him in a few, but right now I need to do some running." - Explore the Cat.

"Got the red Dot!" - Explorer the Cat.

 

Good point, and ouch! Maybe you can still squeeze it in? Here's hoping . . .

What makes things worse is that my surgery will probably be pushed off into 2024, when the deductible count resets. I'd met my catastrophic out of pocket deductible for 2023, so the surgery *was* going to be free. Not any more. Sigh.

"The Human got up late.  He didn't sleep well last night.  He's not a happy camper right now, so I'm gonna help him this morning." - Explorer the Cat.
 

Hope things go well for you.

She is a canid.
Several years ago we saw a fox going through the RV park we were in. It had stolen a toy that the folks and dog in another RV had left outside. The fox was throwing the toy (about as ineffectively as you'd expect) and then chasing it. Four or five times that I saw.
 

That’s not a picture—it’s a mirror. We are seeing Smol Namase from the back in the mirror, with her feet on the “X marks the spot” on the floor.