We were at Reagan National Airport in Washington, D.C., in time to watch the sunrise yesterday morning. And we were at home in Kaaawa in time to pour a glass of wine and watch the reflections of the sunset from over the mountains. That’s a pretty amazing day.
So we’re catching up after being away from home for a week.
If you follow the saga of our eight cats, here’s the latest chapter. On the way from the airport, we stopped to pick up the two diabetic boys, Duke and Silverman, who board at VCA Kaneohe when we are out of town.
Their stay at VCA turned out to be anything but normal. Duke was scheduled to have his teeth cleaned, but instead turned out to need a number of extractions. We got a large bill for the dental surgery along with a baggie of bloody teeth, kind of like getting the engine parts back after getting your car repaired. But Duke came out of the experience doing well, eating enthusiastically (as always), etc.
Silverman wasn’t quite as lucky. Several days into his stay, Silverman started vomiting, and his appetite fell. He seemed constipated. He was given fluids and an enema and, after consulting with us by phone, our vet did a diagnostic X-ray. It showed Silverman was indeed constipated, but also showed that he had been shot with a pellet gun three times in the past, leaving one pellet in a shoulder and two somewhere in his rear end. More importantly, it also showed he ate a piece of what is probably a chicken bone which is now somewhere in the middle of his plumbing. With any luck, it will soften and pass through. In the meantime, all of this somehow sent Silverman’s blood glucose levels into a spin, alternately dangerously low, then back up very high. So now the problem is getting his system settled down so that we can recalculate his proper daily insulin dose. So Silverman didn’t come home with us last night, and instead spent another night under medical supervision. We’re waiting for a medical update today.
Bottom line–the cats got great care, but cost more than all the expenses associated with our trip to D.C.
So it goes in our extended cat world.
We returned to find that my sister, Bonnie Stevens, has started a new blog to share her passion for genealogy, Family Hunter (http://famlyhunter.blogspot.com).
This from a post on Thursday:
Several sources link my maiden surname to a lowland Scots farm called Mosshat from at least 1650 to 1800.
I first heard about Mosshat in the mid-1990′s when I received a copy of a letter written in 1949. The writer, a Canadian, was recounting for her younger relatives the stories her own grandmother had told of life in Scotland before several siblings moved to Canada nearly a century earlier. She said that the family were lairds, landowners, at Mosshat Farm, but had to sell out about 1800 when an epidemic swept through the sheep flocks, killing sheep “by the hundreds”. She named her grandmother’s grandparents, the earliest known generation; her grandmother’s parents; and added that there was an Aunt Betts who married a Watson, and an Uncle Tommy who “farmed at Cobbinshaw”.
The Cobbinshaw reference was pivotal. A cousin had already documented that our direct ancestor Thomas Lind was farming at Cobbinshaw by 1800, and that his sons and grandsons continued to farm there until 1884. Our shared great-grandfather was born there about 1839. We were reasonably certain that our Thomas was the “Uncle Tommy” referred to in the 1949 letter. But where was Mosshat?
By the time she finished this post, she had searched through old maps and then used Google Earth to visit the area.
If you’ve got any interest in tracking you genealogy, or in watching amateur historians put the pieces of the puzzle together, you will find her new blog rewarding.