In which June remembers more stuff she didn’t tell you

I forgot to tell you that last week, the woman who owns my house, fmr., texted. Her name is also “June” but she spells it differently. Let’s say she spells it Karin.

“There’s a package here for you,” she wrote. I’d given her my contact info just in case Steely Dan comes back, which I realize at this point is a long shot, but I can’t give up hope. I love all my pets, even Lily,

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but sometimes I extra-special love some of them, and those are always the ones who drop dead or disappear.

“I’ll be by Wednesday,” I texted Karin, pronounced “joooon.”

So, Wednesday after work I drove the old way to my little house in the neighborhood where the neighbors have all their teeth and likely a whole dental plan and so forth.

The year I lived abroad I went back to my old house a couple times, and I felt strangely removed from it. I passed that off to being so ridiculously in love. But now that I went back to my house as a normal person in a house on my own, I still felt strangely removed.

When Karin (pronounced “joooon”) went to get the package, I stood on the porch looking out. It looked familiar, yes, but I didn’t feel like I was dying to be back there or anything. Sometimes I do have the regretsies about moving to a hood where CPS appears on the regular, but it’s mercifully quiet here and everyone’s been nice to me. Extra-special nice. One neighbor even gave me macaroni and cheese and little toys for my kittens.

Anyway, it was a book on vintage roses, the package at Karin’s, and which of you sent it? There wasn’t a card, but that was so nice of you! I’ve managed to kill the knockout rose on my fence line already, and they’re, like, practically weeds, they’re so easy to grow. I worry about my new chosen hobby.

Why is it so hard to grow flowers but so easy to grow weeds??

I also think I forgot to tell you that my Gumby chair got recovered, and here it is. I say so many things on the social media that I forget what I have and haven’t said here. Iris claimed it immediately and has pretty much lived there ever since. This is her dating profile.

But speaking of Iris, her fur is falling out in great clumps. Does anyone know what this means? Her fur that managed to stay on her so far feels thin and dry. Should I take her to the vet? Now that I’m writing this out loud, of course I should take her to the vet. She never really rallied from that dog attack, not all the way. I can tell, when my computer sleeps and I get a slide show of old photos, which photos that pop up of Iris are before the attack and after. She never had full Iris strength and poofiness afterward.

I was scrolling up to get a photo of Iris but instead I saw this and died a hundred deaths. Oh, messy Frida. Lily was delightful with the kittens. She licked them and cuddled with them and let them crawl on her like Gulliver’s Travels.

Iris hissed. Maybe her fur fell out in protest, but she didn’t seem that annoyed. She lived her normal life till she sensed one nearby, hissed, but never left where she was, which is more often than not staring at a wall.

I like how I go to the house I lived in for 11 years and feel nothing. I get kittens for three weeks and die of sad when they go.

I know that there was something else I forgot to tell you, and now that I’m sitting here before you I am a blank. I’m a blank canvas. Shootin’ blanks.

Since I’m sitting here blank, look. Here are my birthday cards. My ex-mother-in-law sent the one with kitten Milhous in a cape.

I accidentally took this this weekend and I like it.

Sigh. I guess I’m not gonna think of whatever it was I had to tell you, which gives me something to live for for tomorrow. So, meanwhile, here’s 24 seconds of Edsel having to play with a cat toy a few weeks back when we lost Blu. FR Fay sent him two new Blus so now we’re back in business, which is good. Because Edsel with that toy is a sad statement. That thing came with Milhous when I got him at the shelter and he seems to like it, Milhous does, so I’ve kept it. Me having to keep a giant iteration of an emoji is a special kind of insult, but I muddle through.

Stoically,
June

P.S. I REMEMBERED!!! Oh my god. The other day when I still had kittens, I was rounding them up to go in their kitten room so I could go to work. I couldn’t find one and it was driving me berserk.

Edsel was at his dish, eating, and there was Jackson, standing right under Edsel’s giant legs, trying to eat dog food. And Eds was just letting him. He coulda snapped that kitten’s head clean off, but instead he just ate like nothing was happening.

44 thoughts on “In which June remembers more stuff she didn’t tell you

  1. It honestly took me a couple of minutes to figure out why your neighbor made macaroni and cheese for your kittens. Also, I love your purple pants. I can’t seem to stop wearing brightly colored, patterned, or both pants. It’s an addiction.

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  2. Those kittens are adorable. It must be so difficult to let them go…but what great cats they will be. I am sad that Iris is losing her hair. From the other comments, I am hopeful that it is going to be an easy fix.

    Lovely post, lovely June!

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    • I think “ease of growth” might be the characteristic that decides whether something is a weed or a flower. Looks pretty and is time consuming and dies easily? Flower. Looks pretty but grows anywhere and doesn’t suck up all your free time? WEED.

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  3. In my worldy, weighted opinion, it seems like the older Edz gets, the more Germany Shepherdy he looks.
    Awww.

    All hail Blu(s).

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  4. My siamese lost clumps of hair like that and it was thyroid problem. She went on medication and it improved!
    My Mr. Peaches, orange cat, was getting bald. Vet said he was “over grooming” – due to anxiety. Good grief! So they prescribed a $20 “calming collar.”
    Sigh. It seemed to help but mostly I just gave him extra attention.
    He missed my ex – Good God in heaven, I will never know why as that man just tried to let him out the door every chance he got… idiot! (second ex from very short marriage!)

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  5. If diabetes and thyroid issues are ruled out for Iris, it could be worms unless, of course, she’s on a regular dewormer. When I moved to the country, I started letting my previously indoor cat go out and didn’t realize how frequently he would need deworming pills until his fur started mysteriously falling out and generally looking bad. He quickly got his glossy fur back after the deworming and continues to terrorize the local voles.

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  6. Poor Iris. I hope you can get her problem figured out. Like everyone else, I am guessing thyroid or maybe diabetes.

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  7. Lilly with the tiny kittens and Jackson trying to eat with Edsel just about killed me. My reaction was, “Awwwww”.

    My Christmas gifts to each member of my family for the past umpteen years has been a lovely wall calendar of their choice with all family birthdays and anniversaries marked on them. That’s about the only way we can all keep up with them.

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  8. Sweet Edsel. I luff him.

    I hope Iris has a simple fix for what ails her. Poor girl. She does look lovely on her recovered chair.

    We sold the house we lived in for 20 plus years almost 3 years ago. Our old neighbors keep us apprised of what’s going on with it. The woman who bought it only made a few payments on it and let it go into foreclosure. It was bought by a company and used as a rental. The last tenants trashed it and when they were evicted the sheriff wouldn’t allow their furniture to be tossed outside because it was so heavily infested with fleas. One of the neighbors sent us pictures and it about broke my heart.

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  9. Our long-haired cat lost a ton of weight and ate all the time. His fur was also in a bad way and I took him to the vet. Keep in mind the last few times I took an animal to the vet they didn’t come home with me until I picked up the ashes and why so afraid to go to the vet?(Sickness situations, not regular checkups, I should clarify that.) I thought I was going to hear the C-word but it was his Thyroid, and pills have made all the difference. I hope it’s just that for sweet Iris.

    I’m glad you feel that way about your old house. It would be terrible to regret leaving it, I think, since you can’t just go get it back. It shows that your spent the time there you were meant to, and now it’s time to be somewhere else.

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  10. Poor Iris- when was she attacked by a dog?! The horrors. Our old house is a few minutes from here. I designed a beautiful front door with celtic design glass/stained glass window in the door a few years before we moved. It was not till after we moved that our window guy suggested we remove the glass part and put a different glass part in it so we could someday reuse the door window at our new house (that still 11 yrs later has a very ugly door) in a new door. Duh! My gut does a flip when we drive past that old door. Sigh. Sorry about roses dying. I am not a great gardener. No advice. Love that the other June is spelled Karin. Wink. Wink. That sleeping kitty pic is super sweet.

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  11. Have your vet check Iris’s thyroid levels – TSH 3 and 4, I think. Dry, thinning fur, low energy/lethargy, etc., are common symptoms of hypothyroidism.

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  12. The chair looks great! I’m glad Iris has staked out her claim, sweet blind muffin. Hopefully it’s just an easily fixable thyroid issue or something.
    I’m glad you were able to go back to your old place and not pine for it-that means you’re right where you’re supposed to be! I’ve only been back to my old place twice since I moved after my husband’s death…just didn’t feel like home anymore.

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  13. The post in which June is eternally grateful to Edsel.
    Look at that leg…June is shaping up. How is that going, if you have time.
    Look’s like great . Are you physically feeling better?

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    • Oh, do you think? I was just telling the beleaguered woman who sits behind me that I’ve been working out for two months and expected to be perfectly hot by now, despite the fact that I do absolutely nothing besides go to the trainer. But I can see subtle differences in my arms and so on.

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  14. Lovely post, Coot.
    I have those same shoes only in leopard. The print not actually wearing leopards on my feet.
    Poor Iris. Maybe she is like Queen Victoria. She loves kids just doesn’t like babies. And yes, take her to the vet. I don’t know much about cat health but anytime hair starts falling out, it isn’t normal.

    I went back to the house that the asswipe and I lived in and felt disgusted. The house was perfectly lovely but it was the memories which were vile. In fact, I get physically ill every time I go to said city.

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  15. Glad you’re writing again, June. I miss your witty musing when you take a break.

    Just got the Frieda reference! The unibrow. Duh.

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    • I was going to say maybe a thyroid thing, too. Very common in cats and easy to treat. Hope it’s something simple like that!

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  16. Poor Iris. Trauma does weird things to people, and I imagine maybe cats, too. But perhaps also she just needs some extra vitamins or something. I know nothing about cats so I am sure this has been extremely helpful.

    I love that your ex-MIL still sends you a birthday card. My never-Ex-MIL couldn’t even be bothered to wish me a happy birthday let alone send a card. But god forbid you forgot her birthday. Or signed your name “funny” whatever the hell that means. “She signed my card funny – I know what she’s really thinking!” Dying was the nicest thing she ever did for me.

    Lovely post lovely June (spelled the right way). And as we’ve discussed in other media, the chair turned out amazing! Great fabric choice!

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    • Also too I post that Stevie Wonder meme to people on Facebook all the time. And I LOL every time I do it. Lu amused.

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    • Years ago I had a friend who forgot our mutual friend’s June birthday. Then she didn’t do or say anything on my July birthday. So June birthday friend and I made a conscious decision to not send a card for this person’s August birthday, which I realize is petty and please remember this was like 25 years ago. The point is, August birthday friend had A FIT and even wrote aNOTther friend a letter saying how insensitive June birthday and I were for not remembering her August birthday. I’ve never let her know I saw that letter but it always served as a lesson to me about how self-centered people can be.

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      • I am terrible at holidays and birthdays. I have often forgotten to acknowledge my own kids birthdays. If you get an acknowledgment from me for your birthday or holiday, you are special.

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      • Now that I think about it, my husband’s whole family is the same way. I have always made a point of sending a card, or in more recent years, a “happy birthday” text to my husband’s brother, sister, and SIL and never get even a nod from them on my birthday. But if I neglect to acknowledge any of them, they are sure to mention it to my husband. Self-centeredness is not an endearing quality.

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        • It’s really not. You’d think I’d do it less but yet I persist. However, I had a couple of people contact me after my birthday to say sorry they missed it, and I can tell you with absolute honesty I hadn’t even noticed they hadn’t said anything. So I like to think that makes me easygoing.

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        • That reply was not meant for you gladyswhoisalsobee. I honestly don’t care if people make a big deal – or even a tiny deal – about my birthday. I was born right before Christmas and I think I accepted early on that it’s not about me at that time of year. It’s the people who expect the big WOO HOO and THEN can’t be bothered to remember anyone else that irk.

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      • If she was a Leo that is normal her (the getting bent, not the forgetting). Leos LOOK for slights and insults! Oh, the drama.

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      • Ima hold a grudge if you call yourself my sister and you don’t even text a “happy birthday” to me. I can’t learn that lesson about how self-absorbed people can be.

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    • My husband grew up in a Brady Bunch situation. He died in January. I hear nothing from his blood siblings and the two adoptive ones have been great. I am eating my stupid twenty something thoughts about blood meaning more now.

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