My dad had 'Henry' on his birth certificate, but was always called 'Harry.'

Then, some heinous grade school principal insisted on him being called 'Henry' at school despite my his and my grandmother's protests. After all, 'Henry' was his legal name.

My grandmother (who was seventeen kinds of awesome), went and got my dad's name legally changed to 'Harry.' She then informed the principal that she expected her son to be called by his real name from that point forward.

I am really holding off google+ until this shakes out more. And even if it doesn't I'm leery of a network that also contains the content of my email. I don't let facebook see my google addressbook for a reason.

Y'all, it seems like MK is gaining weight while off the insulin. This is kind of boggling (high blood sugar leads to weight loss.) It might be a learning curve with the scale, but after a plateau, he's up a few ounces. This bodes well. Of course, I have been giving him extra food because he's scary skinny, but that alone would be negated if his sugars were high. It's just something I have to monitor. He goes back in on Monday for a check. I hope it stays simple. At this weight, even the lowest dose technically feasible is way too much, but that could be the weight, or it could be a remission happening, or just a balance happening. As long as he remains the happy old man cat, I don't give a shit. If letting him run a little high means a shorter lifespan, but him happy until neuropathy runs its course? At this point, I'll take that over sugar crash disorientation, crazy er bills, unhappy rides to the er, etc. Dude has waaaay outlived his 9 lives.

Bleh. I think/talk about this too much.

Also? It's positively comfortable outside. First time in at least two weeks. Too damp to open up, but still, such a relief.

But the insulin would have kept his weight down, too, yes? Portion control and insulin certainly kept my weight down, scarily so, because I only used insulin when pregnant.

flea, we're not really sure where it comes from. My grandfather was Dornis, also, and one of dad's cousins and a step-cousin were also saddled with Dornis. My great-grandparents were French and Pennsylvania Dutch! So, where the Dornis comes in to play we're not sure--French or German? I've seen it used as a last name, too, so I've never been able to pinpoint it's origin.

Okay, "Tresabel Dornis" is totally a character name.

You don't have to use google+ with an email account that has all your contacts--I'm not.

Use it!

Actually, the insulin allowed him to regain weight. Not sure if it is a cat thing or what. Basically, if his sugar is unregulated (high) he shed weight rapidly. If kept in balance, he would reach a steady weight and plateau. Keep in mind, when I got him, he was 18 lbs. When the diabetes was diagnosed, he was down to 15. With each crisis, and age, he's dropped a bit more. My kitchen scale now has him at 7 lbs 6 oz. The easter crisis, he weighed in at 8.8 on admit, but dropped by the time he left. Another crisis and he almost lost 2 lbs. He doesn't have much more to give.

My kitchen scale now has him at 7 lbs 6 oz.

Wow. He's a fighter, though, huh?

More of a lover, with bonus extra lives. Seriously, this cat is between 18 and 20, diabetes for 8 years ( which is unusual in felinity) and just keeps hanging on.

WOW. Puck was fourteen (and a half?) and I thought that was remarkable.