Purple robe, purple robe

I just sprayed root cover-up on my legs instead of tanning stuff. Hashtag being a natural woman is hard.

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Edsel doing his guillotine impresh. One day this needy animal is gonna snap his head clean off.

I realized it'd been two entire years that I'd taken the cats to the vet, other than the time I rushed Iris there because I was trying to kill her with flea meds, so I made an appointment. Because I haven't given that place enough money lately.

Since the beginning of the year–and did you know it was January 1 that Talu first peed in the house? I had felt guilty because I thought maybe I'd been up too late and slept too long and there she was waiting for me to wake up and she had to pee on the floor. Anyway, since the first of the year, I've gotten to know that staff pretty well. So I was kind of excited to see everyone.

First, I had to put everyone in the kitty carryall. See what I did, there? Little Brady Bunch reference for ya. $_35

My cats are not as nightmarish to put in a crate as others, and I am not at all thinking of Francis. Who required that you put on a HAZ-MAT suit and hawk gloves and get your affairs in order.

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It's funny, that picture is right where I'm sitting now. With a different desk and a whole nother set of cats. The hatred still exists, though. I've never noticed his OTHER angry foot before this. And look how just, like, chunks of things have flown off him. Chunks of hate. He was swinging at poor Lu, who Marvin was holding.

Anyway. I got Lily in there first, no problem, and then I was Leonard Nimoy: In Search of…Iris. Was she sleeping in the linens? Welcome to my home! Here're some hairy sheets and a fuzzy towel. Was she in my bed? Welcome to June's House of Discipline.

She was in the back yard, sleeping on the outdoor furniture, as she is wont to do.

She also went in there without incident, but as soon as Lily had someone to complain to, here is what she said for the next 1o minutes while we drove to the vet:

"MEOW! MEOW! MEOW! MEOOOOW!! MEOW!"

She also added, "MEOW!"

Lugging these two cats to the car was relaxing, but I got them in there, and you won't believe this but Lily said MEOW, and when I was at a red light and could look in the carrier, not only was Lily caterwauling (get it?), but Iris's nose had turned bright pink and she was panting like a dog. It looked like fun in there. 

"MEOW!"

We were maybe a block away when Lily decided, Hey, now might be a great time to pee all up in the crate, and while I'm up, why not drop a couple of logs off, as well?

Iris panted.

I brought my meow box into the lobby, where Marilyn, who always wears a snake necklace, greeted us. I like her. "Ooohhhh, Iris looks a lot better than last time she was here." At this point, Iris's tongue was magenta and she looked like a husky, with the panting.

"MEOW!" added Lily.

We got to a room and let them out, and the vet tech and vet exclaimed over how pretty they were, and you know how I am. I act like I knitted them personally. Iris wasn't too keen on leaving said crate, so we had to tip it up, and that is when Mrs. Brown and her friends rolled out the barrel.

"I'll clean that up," said the tech, whose job I do not envy other than the getting-to-kiss-kittens portion.

"I'll put the blind one on the floor. I don't want her to fall off the table," said the vet, handling Iris like she was the Magna Carta.

"You don't have to be all gentle with her, she's good," I said, to deaf ears, as the vet sat her on the floor like, "Iris, this is the floor. It's under you. CAN YOU HEAR ME IRIS" oh my god.

Turns out, everyone's fine, and you won't believe this but there's only a pound of difference between sleek Iris and Lily, who Ned calls the Round Mound of Meow. It's some sports joke. I don't know.

$280 later, we were all set. They got their rabies tags, and I really should have remembered to spray shaving cream around their mouths for the visit. Next time.

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scru mom and vetz.

Look at Lily, all daring on the dog bed. Lillee been threw the chit. she do not feer dawg.

Also,

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yay, I…you know, guess. Talu's ashes are here. "You turned our dog into a speaker?" Marvin texted when I sent him this picture. The whole package was nice, though. They had a card and in it were some additional materials, including a thing on grieving I totally identified with. They said it's normal to hear the click of nails on the floor or to think you see the pet out of the corner of your eye, which I totally have.

They also had another card in there with a dog-shaped paper on it. "Plant this and wildflowers will grow in memory of your beloved pet" the card read. I so want to do that. How do you plant wildflowers? I mean, where? And should I buy dirt? Tell me.

And finally. In summation. To conclude. I feel terrible about Prince. We're all wearing purple today at work. I fucking loved Prince; I loved him when I was 15 and Dirty Mind was a record, and I never stopped. I saw him in concert twice, and oh my god, the charisma he had. I think I still have my Prince concert t-shirt somewhere.

I'm so glad my old movie theater showed Purple Rain a few summers back. The place was packed, and we all knew what he was talkin' about so we went on and raised our hands during Purple Rain. They turned on purple lights during the finale of the movie. It was great.

 

I wish he could have seen it.

P.S. Just when I put on my purple clothes, it started to rain.

52 thoughts on “Purple robe, purple robe

  1. Yeah, it was quite weird here. Like Megsie said, The Current was playing all 39 Prince albums fully, and in order. The bridge over 35W (the one that “fell down” in 2007) is being lit in purple all weekend. Even 3M did this, plus I’m sure others.
    The three of us in our row at work all wore purple today. They’re doing dance parties at First Avenue both early Friday & Saturday mornings, i.e., 12 midnight on to the morning.
    It’s all very, very sad. My favorite songs: When Doves Cry and Sinead’s version of Nothing Compares 2 You.

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  2. I do remember Miller Drive. Those old homes on officers row were/are beautiful. I understand they are on the National Register of Historic Places, so I doubt if anyone can push them over for new construction. I worked with the Military Police (CID), it was the most interesting job I ever had. I got a street education working in that office. I wasn’t a MP, I was one of the clerks in the office.

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  3. Okay. I have read the comments now. I have also calmed down. I laughed right out loud at Marvin’s observation, because it does sorta look like a speaker…but my beloved Ralphie is in a tiny cardboard box behind the computer. He has been there for years. That is where he will stay, because it is now his PLACE. I am glad the kitties are all okay. And I love it when Lily talks, she is so dignified. In my previous comment I was typing so fast that I didn’t capitalize Prince–twice. Forgive me.
    I would die 4 U.
    Excellent post, beautiful June.

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  4. Oh. Stupid me, Sadie. I guess June wants to scatter them on the walking path, or at least I think that is what she said many posts ago.

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  5. I never skip comments, but today I just had to because I am SO SAD over prince I can’t stand it. I also wore purple, and yesterday when they were doing a prince marathon on The Currant a rainbow came out and I knew it was him. Minnesota is in mourning. And I just feel like my dad started all this YEAR OF DEATH. Why? He was such a nice man.

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  6. I have 2 dogs ashes in my closet. I can’t bear to think of parting with them. I guess they will be mixed with my ashes someday and my kids can deal with it.
    Lovely post, even lovelier than usual, Pretty June.

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  7. It was traumatic picking up my dog’s ashes but so comforting when we brought them into the house and back to our bedroom where he liked to be. He’s still there 3 years later and I can’t think of moving him.
    I hope having Talu’s ashes home where she liked to be soothes your heart.
    Talu’s box and my dog’s box are so much more dignified than my dad’s black plastic box with a plastic bag of ashes inside. Dad would have gone for the black plastic but, still.

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  8. Hilarious post! I laughed aloud a few times. I love the picture of Fran; I can just feel the hatred spewing out of him. Talu’s urn does look like either a speaker or birdhouse from a distance. My cat went number 1 & 2 at the vet once, then did it again the next year and the tech said, “oh I remember her!”

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  9. We loved, loved, loved Ft. Mac. We lived on Miller Lane right across from the old Oclub. Ken was the Post Chaplain. We walked to chapel every Sunday. Em was a lifeguard at the pool which was right behind our house. What did you do there? I was so sad to hear that they closed it. Our quarters there were amazing. It’s beautiful there.

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  10. Me too. I’ve gone down a rabbit hole…watching his performance at the 2007 SB half time show. Then I had to watch MJ at the 1993 SB half time show, and then I had to stop because their music were such a part of my life and I was fearing a depression coming on.

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  11. Marilyn’s real name is Marlene.
    Putting Lu’s ashes to wildflowers is a wonderful idea. They will come back year after year. Yes, get some new dirt, in case the dirt you have is old and tired and won’t grow things. Much like my uterus. Anyway, dig a little bit down but not too far, and mix in the new dirt with the old. I would imagine you also would mix the ashes in at that point. Put in the seeds, then cover up with just a little dirt (not too deep, but not too shallow or the birds will eat them all). Then water – unless rain is expected. I think there is a better time of year to spread wildflower seeds than other times – you should check when that is before you do it.

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  12. I wonder if somewhere there will be a speaker with a label that says:
    PRINCE
    June 7, 1958
    April 21, 2016
    Too soon?

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  13. I act like I knitted them personally!
    I had a kitty who always peed on whatever was under him on the way to the vet. He even peed all over me. Good times! That was the first and last time I carried him, out of the box. Thankfully, other than him, none of my other kitties have that bad of a reaction.
    My Macy, who passed away a few months ago, used to get so scared that she was stiff as a board the whole time she was up on the table, with her face buried in my stomach. Every muscle was stiff and it’s almost like she held her breath the whole time. I swear, you could pick her up by the tail, and she’d be a cat-sicle!
    I planted a tree and put Macy’s ashes in the hole. I like thinking the she’s under there, in the back yard.

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  14. Do you have your cats’ teeth cleaned? I let them do it to my old girl cat last year and it cost as much as a dozen years of my dental cleanings.Prince was rich enough for this nonsense, but me, not so much. Do you think he had cats?
    Also, here is a link to his fridge.
    http://heavytable.com/whats-in-princes-fridge/
    We could do a fridge day in his honor, no?

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  15. You lived on Ft Mac?! I worked there for five years. The Army has closed that facility and
    Tyler Perry is trying to open a movie studio on that post.

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  16. I’m still dealing with the image of two cats in one Kitty Karry-All. Fran would have had to be in one carry-all inside of another carry-all inside of another carry-all like those nesting dolls.

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  17. When I had two cats I took them in two carriers to the vet. Oscar Snuggles always ripped the newspaper apart and spit it out that was in the bottom of the carrier. Sweet Pea ALWAYS pooped in the carrier. That’s why they were lined with newspaper and I carried a roll of paper towels with me.
    I can’t believe everyone is not jumping at the chance to tell you how to do something. So, I’ll make a suggestions about the wildflowers. You can dig up a small area, probably 4’x4′ and add some organic potting soil, mix that up with the yard soil, then sprinkle the seeds over the prepared soil and gently rake the dirt over the seeds, which you can do by hand. Water gently and wait for them to pop out of the ground. This would work well up against a fence rather in the middle of the yard.

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  18. Once when we only had one car and my husband was out of town, our dog jumped thru the window and cut her leg. We lived on Ft. MacPherson in Atlanta. A small army post. So, I decided to take all four girls and the dog and walk to the vet and then on to the commissary to get a few groceries. Elisabeth was driving her power wheelchair and pulling our wagon with it’s little extra car behind. Amy and Kit were riding in the wagon. I was wrangling the bleeding huge dog.(bandaged sorta, but oh so lickable) Emma was walking after us. We were our very own parade. All went fairly well until after we got groceries and the additional weight tipped Elisabeth’s wheelchair over backwards in the middle of crossing a road.

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  19. I’m wearing purple today, too!
    In your 50th birthday eve eve post on July 14, 2015 you talked about Prince and asked all of us to include his song lyrics in our comments, AND WE DID!
    Lovely post(s), pretty June!

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  20. I love how the way you tell a story makes it possible to see the action in my head like a movie as I’m reading. Great post June! I just looked down and realized I am wearing a purple shirt too, looking like it might rain any minute now here in Seattle (I should go close my sunroof.) RIP Prince.

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  21. Oh my word – the funny! I can’t believe Lily peed AND pooped in the crate. She is my hero.
    A speaker! Am dead.
    I used to live on the same road Prince did back in 1990 when I was a big city girl. I took a walk one time just to see how close I could get (I was NOT a stalker, what do you mean?). Minneapolis did all kinds of cool stuff last night to celebrate his life.

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  22. I took Tasha to the vet which happens to be inside a Petsmart. She screamed – or I don’t know what the word is for that sound but the whole store was foaming at the mouth since it sounded like she was being tortured. They specially opened a new register for me when I purchased her special script food so I could get the hell out of there. Foaming at the mouth reminds me of that dog in To Kill a Mockingbird.

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  23. I am stressed out just reading about taking those two to the vet. I’m surprised the vet tech didn’t get Iris a tiny little cane. Did you tell her about Iris’s murderous ways? Speaking of murderous, Frances looks like he is about to kill with those fangs of his.
    Meow.

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  24. Marvin cracked me up with his Talu comment. I sat here chuckling to myself like an idiot.
    San Francisco City Hall was lit up in purple last night as were so many other structures around the country. Quite pretty. I must drag out my Prince CDs today. Loved that little guy.

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  25. That was a Tracy Catman workout, schlepping those two at once. At last.
    EVERYTHING should be purple. I am a braggart and a boaster about all the great artists I’ve seen in concert, and am sorry that Prince is not one of them. I really enjoyed your post after you saw him a few years ago. There was funny hairintherain stuff, but I really like how you described Prince. THIS IS SO SAD.
    Lovely, pretty!

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  26. When I first saw that picture of Edsel, I thought he was wearing a jaunty hat in honor of the Queen’s 90th birthday. Apparently, he thought it was the Queen of Hearts.
    Sweet Lu, speaking from Beyond.

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  27. I once took all three pets to the vet at the same time and all I needed was a bearded lady, an acrobat and a calliope to complete that circus. Never again.
    That vet tech would have fun with my (blind and deaf) boss. HERE IS YOUR CLIENT. ON YOUR LEFT.

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  28. I once took all three pets to the vet at the same time and all I needed was a bearded lady, an acrobat and a calliope to complete that circus. Never again.
    That vet tech would have fun with my (blind and deaf) boss. HERE IS YOUR CLIENT. ON YOUR LEFT.

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  29. I once took all three pets to the vet at the same time and all I needed was a bearded lady, an acrobat and a calliope to complete that circus. Never again.
    That vet tech would have fun with my (blind and deaf) boss. HERE IS YOUR CLIENT. ON YOUR LEFT.

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  30. Charles Barkley. “The Round Mound of Rebound.” Played forward for the ’76ers with Dr. J. “Wrote” his autobiography and later claimed he was misquoted. I named my First Dog after him.
    That pretty much exhausts my sports knowledge. First Dog’s ashes are still in an urn waiting for mine to join him.
    You’re so pretty. I wish I was as pretty as your cats.

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  31. “Iris, this is the floor. It’s under you. CAN YOU HEAR ME IRIS” oh my god.
    KILL ME DEAD!!!! Too funny!!!!

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