On Friday I went to Kitty City as usual, and it was pretty empty. Most/all of the rescue organizations were holding their annual mass adopt-a-thon, and so all but the most difficult-to-adopt or most-likely-to-freak-out cats were gone. April (old and cranky long-haired back), Henry (walking time bomb short-haired black and white) and calicos Strawberry and Vanilla (rescued as kittens but still semi-feral and certainly extremely shy adults) were the only four in the city. Fortunately, although double the number of those left behind last year, this lot did not try to see who could remove the greatest amount of my skin. In fact, no scratches or bites at all, thank goodness. Of course, they mostly hid the whole time as well.
Outside the city, however, were five very tiny kittens. They're guessing the furballs were 6 weeks, which is how old Thena was when I adopted her. Their eyes are open (still blue) and they have their teeth just barely. Most or all of them have extra toes, at least on their front paws. Two are gray with which socks and mittens; three are black and white, with socks and mittens as well. Someone had been giving them away for free so Jill, one of the other volunteers, had convinced them to turn the kittens over to PACA. This way they'll be fixed, get veterinary care, and hopefully not end up declawed, snake food, or mutilated by cultist wannabes.
Saturday I finally tried to give blood again. I was denied the last two times; first for a low-grade fever and high pulse (blood pressure was fine), and the second over concern of one of my medications. It is sometimes prescribed for a much more serious condition; one which is also a lifetime deferral. Luckily they gave me information for contacting their health regulator or whatever he is, and my psych said the meds were being used to treat my Asperger's. While not strictly true, since Asperger's is not often treated with medication (it can be, especially in more serious cases, but usually isn't) and since I was on this medication before the Asperger's was diagnosed; it was also not inconceivable. A lot of the problem with actually weeding out an Asperger's diagnosis is that it overlaps and coincides with several conditions, including that for which the medication was actually prescribed.
Anyway, because I'm diabetic and take a low-dose aspirin daily, I was resigned to the fact that I could only donate whole blood. I was very happy to discover that this is no longer the case. Armed with the letter from their health director and having taken my temperature that morning, I was talking to the screener and she asked what I would be donating. When I said whole since i couldn't do any other type, she said the only type I really can't is platelets only. They do have a machine on the bus, however, for doing red cells only. They pull the blood out, process it right there, and put the white cells and platelets back. That allows them to take two units (though not two whole pints). Unfortunately I'll need to wait twice as long before donating again, but they said they really need that kind of donation.
I had to fill out a bunch of extra forms and such, and they had to run a blood sample through a centrifuge. Apparently it's rare for females to do this type because they need to have 40% something (red blood cells overall, maybe?), and 40% is the minimum. I was exactly at 40%, so I was able to do it. It was very weird, at least in the put-back phase. A few years ago a friend in NC (clubjuggler or jklgoduke, I believe) had a very bad reaction to the machine, but fortunately I didn't. In fact, they were despairing of being able to hook me up at all since my vein was so small, but they were stunned at how fast I managed to fill up the bag once they finally just up and did it. So long as I'm able I'll probably donate that way from now on. And I can finally donate again!
We got a callback from our landscaper today. He's done a few yards in the neighborhood, so we figure our HOA won't have a problem with his work, especially since we're not planning on doing anything which at least one neighbor hasn't already. Our lot is so small that I don't know if it would be possible to do anything they prohibit. We may go with dwarf fruit trees, and we've pretty much given up on maples or sycamores, at least as long as we're on this lot. Bobby did mention that a Japanese maple might work if we space it just so, so I'll check them out later, as well as check and see if there are such things as dwarf sugar maples or sycamores.
The kitties are fine. Heidi is finally calming down somewhat, and has become especially fond of burrowing under the covers and playing cave kitty. Sean's newest trick is to prowl around the decorative pole in our living room, then jump about halfway up it and cling for a few seconds. I hope we are fast enough with the camera to catch it at least once. We've had a few close calls with water glasses, but we've managed to catch him every time he's had a chance to knock one over.