It’s 12:19 am on Christmas, so I think it’s only fitting to say-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS!
As bad as I might be sometimes, Jesus Christ is my Savior. Yes, I’ve heard the stories about how He was probably actually born in March and we only celebrate it now because Constantine moved the date to coincide with Solstice, blah blah…that’s interesting but it doesn’t really matter because *when* He was born isn’t nearly as important as *that* He was born.
Plus we celebrate our friends’ birthdays at other dates all the time-the weekend before, the weekend after, etc. Why would it be a stretch to think someone might want to do this for Jesus? I’m probably wrong, but it makes sense to me.
In this post ,https://theprozacqueen.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/117/ I said I couldn’t get Haley to pose by herself because she was too camera-shy. Well, it took a while, but I’ve gotten her to sit for a few…or, made her, or something…anyway-
Introducing Coney McConerton!
If she looks pissed, that’s because she is. She has to wear that cone because her food allergies (soy, dairy, egg, rice…in other words, every cat food ever made) make her itch so bad she can’t stop chewing at herself if left alone. She’s doing a lot better than before-she takes pills now rather than allergy shots-, but she’ll probably always have problems in the spring and fall. It doesn’t matter that she is indoor-only; the pollen and some grasses around here bother her skin, and all you have to do is open a window. After years of having to buy her special food, we’ve managed to find an over-the-counter food (9 Lives Plus Care) that doesn’t have her allergens that the other cats can have too. It helps with Slater’s (the grey-and-white boy’s) urinary issues too.
She’s a sweet girl, though, and very popular at the vet’s office. If she were human, she’d be the prom queen.
She’s also *smart*-she figured out how to take off her cone within about five minutes of being put in “her room” to be fed and “pilled”, as well as how to hide a pill in her mouth and spit it out when I’m not looking. I think she once even *hid* her cone too-or at least that’s what I thought when I found it under the dining-room table, a place she wouldn’t have been able to get to if she’d been wearing it.
Anyway, I just thought I’d share. Enjoy!