Lannie I wish we lived closer to each other because if we did, I'd bring Mocha over to visit you. I really believe the love that girl has in her heart would help heal some of the holes you have in yours. Especially once she laid her head between your shoulder and your face and starting giving those huge sighs of contentment while you scratched her ears, face, and neck
Oh, thank you! I just sat here with my eyes closed and let my imagination do the rest, and it was almost as good as the real thing.
I felt her warm neck, and her tight little cheeks (on her FACE, you pervert!) and her whiskers tickled the side of my neck and she was so warm and firm, and yes, those sighs were great. I could feel her warm breath, too. That felt good, and tell Mocha thanks for "sharing."
Also, and I hate to keep going on about this, but there was even MORE good news yesterday, which I desperately need right now. Missy has been reading (and responding to) my horribly spiky energy these past several days, and she's trying her best to "help me" by reprimanding the cats for the least little infraction. And sometimes for no infraction at all. (Her job is Senior Cat Monitor.) Problem is, all these cats get into a fair amount of trouble on a regular basis, like clawing the crap out of the carpet to sharpen their claws, or sneaking up on the counters to check for food, or the old standard, knocking things off the table or shelves or whatever. So ever since I've been so stressed, every time I even twitch like I might be going to stand up, she leaps up from wherever she is and hammers the closest cat. Sometimes said cat is actually guilty of something, but sometimes, I was just getting up to get a glass of water, or more coffee, and some poor, hapless feline who was walking across the kitchen gets a face full of Missy. (She doesn't ever put her teeth on them, but she has a fierce snarl, believe me! LOL!)
Anyway, I've been trying to ACT more relaxed, but you know, you can't lie to a dog, and she sees right through me. But since we sent Oliver home and the "no milk" problem is solved, and I figured out I can clean Chicklet's cage with a damp rag (it's messy, but it works) instead of half a roll of paper towels, my stress level has gone back down close to normal. No kitties got in Missy-trouble yesterday at all.
But that wasn't even the good news, just the back story as to why I NEED some more good news.
I called the neighbor yesterday to warn him about Oliver maybe hearing Cricket yelling for him, and to keep an eye on him in case he attempted a jailbreak, and he said yes, Oliver WAS hearing Cricket and had been answering her all day, but so far was still safely ensconced behind the fence. OK, good. Then he asked if we wanted him to bring a couple of big round bales over right away and I said sure, so he loaded up two big rounds AND a bale feeder (our old one was destroyed and not usable anymore, but they're very expensive, so it's not replaced yet). I was surprised, to say the least, but he said it was an old one he wasn't using anymore and we were welcome to it. So the girls have their hay inside a nice bale ring now instead of just lying on the ground where they can tear it all up and waste half of it.
And THEN, our regular hay guy finally got back to Rich and told him he does have almost a full load of bales for us, not just four, like Rich told me. I THOUGHT Clint had said he had another load, but Rich was so certain he'd told him only four that I started thinking I'd misheard him. Obviously, it was Rich that misheard. As usual.
It's not urgent, because we still have almost three of the large squares, plus the two rounds that neighbor John brought over yesterday, but sometime in the next month or so, Clint will bring our final load of good hay. No worries about running out now! We should still have some left when we get next winter's load in October.
And THEN (I know, can you stand it?) when I went out to tuck the cow girls in bed last night at chore time, I saw that Cricket's udder was FULL. She's going to be bursting by milking time this morning! It sounds terrible, but I left her like that, because the more uncomfortable she is, the more likely she'll let down the whole load when I milk her today. I expect there will be at least two gallons in there, maybe more. So we're not in such bad shape after all. If she's still making that much milk, I should be able to keep her milking until her regular dry-off time in August. Fingers crossed!
The snow yesterday didn't stick, by the way, but there's more snow in the forecast for Wednesday through Friday. If it snows overnight, it will stick, but the highs are supposed to be in the low 50s during that time, so it will all melt the next day, and I'M NOT EVEN WORRIED ABOUT IT.
I know it won't last, but today is a good day, and I'm happy again. I'm sure I'll have another meltdown when Rich goes shopping and comes back with nothing, or next to nothing, but aside from cat and dog food, we're OK with the basics and can get by for another month, at least. If we could just get a pack of paper towels and one of TP, we'd be set for a few months.