The sad sack in the photo is a Dungeness crab on its way to dinner -- to be dinner, that is. A couple of crab boats were docked near the fisheries at the end of the pier at Pillar Point Harbor, and we spent a few minutes watching them hoist trash cans full of the critters off the boats. It's surely a tough life, for both man and beast.From the feline front: Both of our geriatric kitties, Doc and Jessie, are still hanging in there. Jessie has had a tough day or so. She decided to make a rare foray outdoors yesterday while I was next door having tea with my neighbor. I turned the house upside down looking for her before I started searching outside. Luckily, she likes to yell when I call her name so I found her fairly quickly and she seemed to be fine. Later in the evening, though, she started having seizures and had them fairly continously for over an hour. This is the first time in over a week that she's had any whatsoever. She settled down finally, spending most of the night wrapped up in a sheepskin in the middle of our bed. As I type, she's curled up asleep next to my elbow on the dining room table. I think she's exhausted -- that was an awful lot for a 17 year old puddy to endure. Given her age, there's not much we're going to do about this except keep her safe and as comfortable as we can. Needless to say after her adventure yesterday, I've blocked off the doggie door so no one can get outside. Since we're dogless at the moment, this isn't a big deal. Doc will just have to adjust. With his age and health, he shouldn't be wandering about either.
Okay, so there's my very first blog entry. Woohoo. I think I might like this Blogger thing better than Yahoo! Now there's a surprise!
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