Final Blog Post for the Year

This is the last post of the year. Not sure what I want to write about, but felt I should write something.

It's 60 degrees outside but supposed to start getting colder as the rain arrives later today. Tomorrow is supposed to have some icy roads. Lisa has to work.

Lincoln is S...L...O...W...L...Y getting a little more comfortable around the house; but still no physical contact. But I am confident he'll come around.

I have my annual bladder checkup for my cancer, or more specifically, check to see if I am still clear. It's next Tuesday.

I can't wait for when I can get my COVID vaccine.

I've read 72 books this year according to GoodReads. And according to another spot on GoodReads, I've read 52. I don't know where the discrepancy lies, but don't have the motivation to find out right now.

We're having lobster tails, shrimp cocktail, and a crab ragoon appetizer. A small chocolate cake with white icing is for dessert.

Hot dogs and sauerkraut for New Year's Day.

I think I'll come up with a few goals - not resolutions - for the new year. When I'm done, I'll post them.

That's it for now. Happy New Year!

Lincoln

 Yesterday, we got a new cat. I told Lisa it would be her Christmas gift. She's been wanting another cat for some time. Ally had passed away a year ago September. 

Lisa made out an application with the local shelter and went down yesterday to look at the cats they had had available. Because of COVID, you have to make an appointment. Hers was at 3:00 pm. I told her it was her decision as to which one she chose. She said she would know once she got around them. Anyhow, before I say any more, let me introduce you to Lincoln!

He's three years old (born on July 2, 2017), a domestic short-hair. and only about 8 pounds! He actually is a smaller version of Smokey!! He came from a hoarder situation of 26 other cats and most probably one of the smallest, if not the smallest of them.

That clipped tip of the ear is not from a fight, but it's what many shelters do nowadays. If a cat would get away again for whatever reason, they would know that it has already been neutered or spayed, and wouldn't be a priority for re-capture. Sounds harsh maybe, and many people don't like the look of it. I told Lincoln to tell folks it was from a knife fight.

He is very shy right now, but has eaten and drank and used the kitty box which are all good things. Right now he is hiding somewhere resting. I've got my normal easy listening music on so he can get used to things around here.

When Lisa comes home she will get down on the floor and try to play with him. She has a way with cats. That was what drew her to him. When she first saw him, he was very shy. But when she went back into the room, he came up to her and rubbed her arms. She knew then. But it was difficult to choose.

Lincoln's name at the shelter was actually Link from the Legend of Zelda game. All of the cats received names from games. I went online and l read about Link and saw a picture of the character.

 I don't think he would want to be associated with that type of person. Better our 16th President of the United States, right?

BTW, here is a picture of Smokey. It's from my post of January 7, 2014, the day we lost him to cancer. But the picture was about 6-8 years earlier.