What are people doing this weekend?

Working tomorrow, unfortunately. At least I didn't get saddled with the surprise urgent side project that threatened to materialize today.

Yay?

that's what I do, mac, nsm. In fact, she barely jumps with me at all, only today when I was squatting down to pull weeds, and then jumping at me, not up. clearly she thought it was some play thing where I should wrestle with her.

msbelle, that's fantastic financial news. Whoo!

With the cat, I'm just trying to get through the giving-antibiotics phase, and then worry if he's not better. Cortez could skip the wet food completely for all I care -- he drinks plenty of water, and is plump and healthy and perfectly happy.

The Biscuit does that too, he thinks anytime you're near the ground must be playtime. He loooves yoga, too. He stretches too.

Percy the Emo Cat is having an inappropriate relationship with a green plushy blanket on the couch. He's holding it in his mouth and rolling kneading with all four paws and like dry-humping it. He is fixed, but... this is weird. He's never done that with any of the other plushy blankets, all of which are brown, so maybe he just really likes green?

I don't know if washing it will be sufficient. I may throw it out. Or maybe I'll put it on his bed and let his forbidden love go on.

Why not let the love flourish? He'll move on eventually.

Kripkat's thing this month is massage. Anyone in a prone position gets a belly massage, sometimes followed by a belly sit. He never used to make biscuits, now it's like 13 times a day.

Eh, let him. Mister Kitty, in his younger days, use to try to , um, hump my shoulder or side, depending. No matter how I told him he had NO BALLS, didn't do any good. If I diverted him, he'd just come back for a cuddle and it would start all over. Crossed wires somewhere in there.

My SIL's new cat, Zeke Sugarlumps (to my undying amusement, she calls him Zeke. My brother calls him Sugarlumps) is totally in love with one of those plush fleece blankets they have on the bed. He nurses on it. He also sleeps on my brother's face, even though PJ is still his main person for everything but 4 to 6 am.

Loki is currently kneading my thigh, totally blissed out, purring even though he's falling asleep while doing this.

Yours is adjustable, Sue? (Also, you're in Canada, tight? Probably works differently there.)

Yeah, it's a variable rate, prime -.9%...adjusted every 90 days. It started out at 4.1 five years ago and is now, 2.1%. That's why I can afford to pay more on my mortgage. I just agreed to renew at a fixed rate of 2.99% for four years. (I don't know why but the best deal at all the banks was a four year rate.) It's a great rate, but still disappointing compared to what I have now.

Anxiety can be treated, even if the memory loss can't; however the anxiety aggravates the memory loss, so treating the one will likely help with the other.

My mom has probably had anxiety issues for years, but she's of the stoic generation that does not deal with their mental health. She also is pretty hard of hearing, which also may lead to her thinking she hears one thing and painting crazy pictures. I am hoping that her doctor will see some of this and get her to agree to treat it. He's told my dad that they will probably need to go slow with my mom, since she's not willing to admit she's got problems.

ETA: Oz, also fixed, tries to hump my throw cushions. I always make him stop, insisting he has to buy them a drink before he can hump them.

msbelle, if he can manage it, it's best to just turn away from the dog when she jumps, rather than shoving her down or giving her any kind of attention.

Dana is right. If you can get him to pretend to ignore her when she jumps, she'll learn that it doesn't get her what she wants (which is playtime & reactions).

My mom has probably had anxiety issues for years, but she's of the stoic generation that does not deal with their mental health.

Oh, Sue, that's so familiar, other than the hearing issue. My mother steadfastly refused to get any kind of therapy, but she loves pills. So pills it is, lots of them. They keep her anxiety somewhat manageable, so long as nothing unexpected happens (like a visitor) on any given day.

I keep telling people: get your mental health issues resolved before the dementia sets in, before it's too late to do anything about it!

... I laugh, but it's not really funny. Sigh.

Switch had a brief, very torrid affair with a fuzzy white glove of mine for a while.