Yay!

 Well...this past week had a large injection of excitement.  Unfortunately, it wasn't the "Afterburner Takeoff in an F-15" kind of excitement. 

 Just thought I'd put that in for one reason or another! ;-)

 No, as many of you will remember WAAAYYYY back in 2016 (Sarge was a young 70 something at the time) we heard a cat scratching on our door.  Seems some animal lover (yeah Right!!) had left a young cat somewhere in our vicinity.  (This would happen several times in the years we've lived out in the country.  If I ever observe that happening, well, justifiable homicide of the perp is a probable verdict.)  

We took her in and nursed her back to health.  For whatever reason, she was named Schmedly.

She fit in well with the other 2 cats (only one of which is still with us) and has been an excellent entertainer in the ensuing years.

We noticed a few days ago that Schmedly seemed a bit under the weather, not eating much, sleeping a lot, not moving. 

Ruh-Roe!

Took her to our vet.  They recommended we take her to the Pet Hospital in San Antonio as it was more serious than they could treat.  Off we go...

Get down there, they take her into an examination room and tell us to wait in the waiting room.  An hour or so later (felt like considerably longer), they emerged and said she needed a blood transfusion. (There was more to the prognosis, but I don't speak Greek, or Geek for that matter.)  Mrs. J and I discussed it for quite a while as it was pretty expensive.  We finally said go for it. 

Got the call the next morning, that the procedure had been successful and she was much better. That's the biggest "Yay" we've had in quite a while.

Drove back down and picked her up, paid the bill after moving quite a bit of cash from a savings account to our checking account.  Loaded Schmedly into her Cat Carrier and put her in the back seat.  She meowed her complaint constantly for the hour and a half ride back home.

That was NOT fun, Dad! Now feed me.  I want Tuna and not Kibble, and I want it NOW!              Yes, my Liege!

 

Frankly, it was music to my ears.

Thank you Lord!   

On a more humorous and less serious note, Mrs J and I were reminiscing a few days ago about the times that "Yay" was the source of a good story.

It's been quite a while since this story took place.  Little J was just starting to talk and walk.  We were on Leave and in a hotel somewhere we wanted to visit.  (The specifics aren't available mentally anymore, nor are they all that crucial to the story.)  The hotel had provided a crib for Little J but the room was pretty small so it was at the foot of our bed.  They had also provided a night light.  We had put him down to sleep and shortly there after went to bed ourselves.  However, being still in the early stages of married life, we took advantage of the "Moment".  Very shortly thereafter, Little J let out a loud "Yay" from where he stood in the crib at the end of our bed with, evidently, an excellent view of the festivities!  Took us a while to get all concerned to sleep.  The elder party had a difficult time stifling the laughter.

As he got a little older and was able to walk, he was intent on trying things like us adults did.  One morning, Mrs J walked in to the bathroom to do her business.  As she sat down, her feet felt a bit wet.  Looking down, well, let's just say the liquid was yellow.  She immediately began to go through the list of probable suspects.  Since I had yet to visit the facility,  she ruled me out.  However, on interrogating Little J, he allowed as how he wanted to "Pee like Dad does" and proceeded to drop his drawers, put his hands on either side of the seat and show her how it was done with a "Yay" of victory.  Unfortunately, his stature was such that the key part in peeing in the pot was about 2 inches below the rim.  He was very proud of the fact that he could do it standing up though.  His mother had a few kind words for him.  We very shortly thereafter bought a step stool he could use.

Those were the days, and I'm looking forward to presenting these stories to my Grandchildren as soon as the get a tad older!  I think they'll view their parents in a whole new light.

Peace Out, y'all!

juvat