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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Scenes of illness, death and disarray

Dedded

Well, that went as well as might be expected. I didn't get any leads on friends, but I don't think my blog is a hub of national activity, so I'm happy in the knowledge that if anyone googles a combination of Jamie Florance, Cranbrook School and suicide,* they'll find me here.

Jamie's grave

Many thanks for all your warm comments and suggestions.

Yay!

One very happy outcome of all this was the discovery that Lord Sedgwick and I share a non-blood kinship that made the universe fall into place in a number of ways. One of my favorite family friends is one of his favorite friends, and thus this small beautiful world gets smaller and more beautiful. I wish we'd made this connection when I visited Melbourne earlier this year, but I'm sure it won't be too long before we can all get together over some wine and have a giggle.

I rang my parents and told them about this discovery and was startled to know that my dad has a lot of admiration and respect for LS and his activities, at least for the ones he was doing a few decades ago. I felt a bit young and out of the loop. It's nice to know there are still fun things to learn about your family!


Blerk

I drove a frigging long way to drop sent Bumblebee off to his dad's place on Friday, with stern warnings that B was to have a quiet weekend since he was committed to perform for two solid days at the impending Step into the Limelight extravaganza.

When I got him back on Sunday he was puking and coughing simultaneously, with a high fever. I know he would have picked up the bug a few days before, but his illnesses always manifest themselves on his dad's weekend, and his dad always dismisses them as less than they are. 'It's just a cold', he said. At 10.20pm (the earliest we could get in), I was at the after-hours doctor at the hospital, getting antibiotics and being warned to keep a close eye on him.

This being the night before the 20th anniversary of my bro's death, and almost exactly 10 years after Bumblebee almost died on the operating table with open heart surgery, I got a bit stressed. My life is full of neat little patterns, and I was terrified that this might be one of them.

Don't get me wrong, Bumblebee was nowhere near Death's door, I was just exercising my right as a novel reader, film watcher and paranoid mother to imagine the worst. So I had a fretful night's sleep, going out occasionally and feeling his forehead, checking to see him breathe. And in the morning, there he was, pale but alive. Of course.

He's fine now, and the upside is that we don't have to go to that horrid performance. He was going to be singing and waiting and singing and waiting for two solid days. And we were going to have to be there the whole time. He's NEVER going to have a chance to be a child star because I don't have the patience to allow him to be. Bleck.

Kitty disarray

To add to the 'fun', the cats caught a bird on friday and dragged it inside, where it proceeded to flap up and down the house, beating itself against windows and trying to escape the claws. When I got home from school pickup, there were feathers EVERYWHERE, especially in the bathroom where they seem to have plucked out most of its poor tail.

fevvers

The loungeroom was covered in feathers, and there were scenes of disarray, like on the dining table where BB had just lined up a batch of freshly-filled jam jars, ready to be wiped and labelled.

jam fevver

The cats were sitting on the lounge, not looking terribly excited, so I thought all the action was over, but I couldn't see a body. Then Padge got up leisurely, sauntered over to the kitchen, and jumped up on the bench. It was then I noticed the bird wedged up behind my dishrack, trying to make itself invisible, panting and terrified.

Bumblebee freaked out, so I asked him to lock the cats outside while I caught the bird. Unfortunately, while he was herding them, the bird flapped away and landed on the floor, and they pounced again, which freaked him out even more. Lordy, it was chaos. Eventually I got the cats out, caught the bird, put the cats in, and took the bird outside. I didn't know what to do! My mother would have killed it; she possesses a calm practicality for these things that I can only take so far. I tried to make it comfortable and get it some water; it had only 3 tail feathers left, a bite in its side and a bite near its neck. But the wind buffeted it and it took the opportunity to use the last bit of its energy to flap up into the nearest tree, where I couldn't reach it. The next morning I went out to look and it was dead, cradled in the branches. I hope it didn't suffer too much.

Our cats are well belled, and they aren't allowed out at night; I can only think that Friday's freak winds (very hard, very fast, very loud) gave them an unfair advantage. We praise their mouse catching, but they know they have been bad when they catch a bird, and they've only done it twice in three years. They now have a new name: bird butcherers.

But I don't think it bothers them too much.

Cats asleep





* welcome, if you have done that. The full story is the next post down.

9 comments:

ThirdCat said...

'...pale but alive'

you have nailed so much in there. Beautiful follow-up post.

meli said...

those kitties look obscenely happy. and you can't help but love them for it...

JahTeh said...

You have dirt on Lord Sedgwick and are not sharing. What kind of blogger are you?

Lord Sedgwick said...

A blogger who is, as opposed to you Coppertop, "discreet". (Not that I have anything against your indiscretions ... after all 'Today Tonight' has paid me handsomely for the denouement. $4.99 seemed reasonable)

Ampersand Duck said...

Oh yes, very discreet! Just ask any of my realtime friends... who would snort into their beers if asked.

I think the whole reason I started a blog is because I'm the sort of person who tells her mechanic WHY she needs the car fixed, or gets chatting about extremely personal issues to someone on a bus, so why not just do it on a global basis?

No big secrets, Jahteh, but one can only hope for the future...

Lord Sedgwick said...

Blab locally. Publish globally.

Can't go wrong, after all our Rupert's made several million sqills from that approach.

Lord Sedgwick said...

... and now all that is needed is to see Jahteh in her pre-ordained role as a page 3 girl.

fifi said...

aaah, don't ya hate it when they do that?

the cats. buggers.
If it is a native bird, the vet will look after it for free, but sadly they seem to give out from all the fright and shock.
A dark warm quiet box seems to do the trick.

yes, and sick boys.
I am sure the lack of warm clothes and shoes in these situations turns a sniff into pneumonia. But it got you out of the concert, hooray.

JahTeh said...

That would be page 2 and 3 girl.