The thing is, this was purchased for the O'Beast, and he took to it immediately, just as I knew he would. Cattitude stole his cat bed, and he's gotten too hefty to easily fit on my lap like Kitten, so I figured this could be something that the O'Beast could make into his own personal comfort zone.
While he did indeed make it his own personal comfort zone, Kitten has taken it into her head to work a little discomfort into the mix. She too has taken to hanging around on it, and fairly frequently both she and the O'Beast share the butt-sling, taking it to within a pound or so of its advertised weight limit. In defence of the manufacturer's statements, the butt-sling has stretched, sagged and drooped, but it has not yet actually given out and dumped its contents onto the floor three feet below.
Kitten, however, has been developing attitude about the butt-sling. Even though she only takes up a fraction of actual space on it, she's taken to insisting that the whole space is hers, and will not give way to O'Beast when he makes the jump up to claim his territory. Before, I've only seen the O'Beast either settle for what little corner he could claim, or simply walk away and find some other cozy spot. Not this afternoon though.
Maybe it was because it is in the mid-nineties here, and too hot to go foot-padding off in search of a nice spot to nap. Maybe it's because it is Indepence Day, and the O'Beast had decided he'd had enough of a little twerp of a dictator pushing him around. Or maybe the O'Beast was just too tired to do anything else. Whatever the reason, today, when the Kitten refused to move, O'Beast tried a different tactic.
He sat on her.
There are hidden reserves of spunk in my little O'Beast that apparently go untapped most of the time. I love this cat.
Otherwise, it's been a fairly quiet day today. I continue to feel good and make progress, and in fact I went out for a meal today. This was my first meal out since the surgery. We went to a buffet place close by, and I actually had TWO (count 'em) plates of food. OK, they were small helpings, but it's still far more than I'd been able to eat in one sitting up till now. I think that fabled "Steroid Appetite" is starting to kick in. If so, then I can see why people have to really watch themselves when they have to take prednisone. At my current rate of inactivity, too many meals like my lunchtime pigout will have me back into maternity-sized outfits in no time flat.
I've begun to lose the water weight in a big way. I still wear the maternity pants, but that is as much because they're comfortable over the still-healing incision as it is because I need them for my girth. My belly-button no longer threatens to become an outie, and I can finally sleep for limited periods of time on my side. I can manage the stairs in the apartment just fine now, and can walk for short to medium distances without becoming breathless or so tired that I need to sit down. So I guess it's Independence Day for more than the O'Beast around here. I'm starting to get my sea legs again.
I've also finally gotten enough brain cells kicked back into gear that I am able to start catching up on diaries. That's kept me fairly busy the past few days. Today, actually, I did little more than spend time on one diary, going out to eat when I was about half-way through it, and returning to finish reading after I'd stuffed my face. It's about time I started taking an interest in other people's lives again. Far healthier than getting so hung-up on my own.
I just won another bid on eBay, after telling myself that my eBay days were over while I was on disability. Perhaps I should write to the eBay administrators and ask them to lock me out of their site.
Meanwhile, a friend from work sent me a gift cert for $25.00. Somewhere out there, a copy of the new Harry Potter book has my name on it and is patiently awaiting me to come save it from the hands of some juvenile delinquent. I wonder if I can talk the Socialist into taking me to a bookstore tomorrow.