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Coco-nut’s Birthday!

Coco the Siamese kitten relaxing on an area rug, splayed out.
Coco relaxing in her “office”. She stores important toys here.

Happy birthday Coco-nut!

The past week has been difficult… Finally some wonderful news! My kitty– a blue point Siamese– turns 1 years old today!

It’s been a wonderful 10 months with her. She’s grown so much since I adopted her last August as a baby.

Day one in on the car ride home with her.
  • Ocoat the window by the door for me to get home.
  • She explores every possible surface in the house she can fit into.
  • She yowls whenever one of us is outside, moving from window to window to follow.
  • She liked to knock things off of desks and tables to play with it. Rocks, pens, nail clippers, twist ties, pennies, a bag of shredded coconut… If she could drag it down and play with it, she did so.
  • She likes to hang out with people. Coco likes to be close by my mother or me whenever we’re home. The first time it was safe to visit after being vaccinated, Coco was social with other humans.
  • Coconut is fascinated with our older cat Lucy. They have (what I imagine) a sisters relationship. Coco bugs Lucy, then backs off like nothing happened.
  • She loves to stand in open windows to look outside.
  • In the hardest year of my life, 2020, she was the breath of fresh air desperately needed. She accepts the world as is, and is fascinated by it.
  • Coco kept me grounded, kept me mindful, kept me sane, made me appreciate every day again.
  • Coco was a constant companion in every zoom therapy group, and therapy appointment. I showed her to the regular “social connections” group like a day after I adopted her. She grew up on camera as I grew as a person working on myself in 2020. I made sure to bring her in on camera for my last time in that group… Which was right before I was hired at my last job.
  • My previous therapist knew her, and would ask about her every appointment if Coco wasn’t around.
  • The most affectionate cat, or animal I’ve ever had. Has giant purrs every time you go visit her. We have this routine where she climbs up me while I’m on my PC, and presses into me for lovies, then settles into my left arm as I hold her curled up. Coco then nuzzles on my neck while kneading. (Like a baby kitten nursing it’s mother) Often into my beard… At times her claws get stuck in my skin, and I have to carefully remove it. (This can be really painful)
  • Her new thing is to beg to go outside. I recently bought her a leash to do so. I gave in after months of her begging to go out. I planned for her to be an inside cat, as I plan to move out, and can’t guarantee my next place will be safe for her to be out. I’m worried someone might steal her because cocos so friendly. She’s in heaven so far.

I love my kitty. Happy birthday Coco-nut! I love you Coco. ❤️ I’m so happy to adopt you into my family. Happy first birthday, hears to many more!


Listen to your emotions & Forgive yourself.

From Pinterest

It’s been an up and down emotional week. Life has gotten in the way, and taking extra care of myself has been the first priority. I’ve been doing better since Sunday, but still having trouble writing. Which happens whenever depression or anxiety overwhelm me. I feel I’m entering a new phase in therapy and life and it’s difficult. As change is. So, I hope these infographics from Pinterest helps someone else going through the same stuff. I’m new at forgiveness, especially forgiving myself for bad decisions I’ve made. I’m working on it.


-This too will pass.

I let Coco out during the snowy weekend and she tried to escape! She was fearless despite the snow being 26 inches!

Remembering Flip.

Flip in his prime, and the best photo of him.

To Flip:

A year ago on 12/18/20, I had to put my 18 year old kitty down. He couldn’t drink water, eat food, or void. Ge couldn’t bathe. His kidneys had been failing. The poor baby couldn’t move around, and his meows… A weak squeak. Despite his health problems he didn’t want to leave my side. So I helped him get on my lap or on my bed. His name was Flip. He was my best friend since I first met him at age 16. He was there every day through the hardest years of my life. And his death marked the beginning of a new chapter of life. he taught me about unconditional love. Loyalty. Patience. And eventually how to love again after devastating loss. Though I never wanted him to leave, Rest in peace Flip. I’ll always love you. Fly on my sweet Angel…

Me sitting on a lazy boy chair with cats Flip (left), and Tip (right) sitting on the chair arms.
My favorite picture of my kitties Flip, and Tip. Such good boys.

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© Reilly Anderson. 2020. All rights reserved.

December blog marathon posts:

My Siamese kitten Coconut

Siamese kitten Coconut sleeping on her favorite living room chair.

It’s been a long time since i last wrote about Coconut. Coconut is the Siamese blue point girl kitty I adopted in August. So, I’ll make it simple and let these pictures speak for her.

The previous Coconut posts:

https://theunknownreillyblog.wordpress.com/2020/08/23/a-kitten-named-coconut/

https://theunknownreillyblog.wordpress.com/2020/09/05/kitten-blocked/



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December blog marathon:

© Reilly Anderson. 2020. All rights reserved.

kitten blocked

I’m fighting for my writing journal and pen as I write this. My kitten, Coconut, born June 13th is attacking my arms, my hands, and the journal/pen. She wants to play. She is nipping my fingers. Chewing on the corners of the page. I’m holding her up as she wiggles in my left hand, chewing on my fingertips. She is half on the journal and half in my hand in a curled ball. I’m the toy. Coconut, or “Coco” for short, is a Siamese kitten with white and grey fur. Blue eyes, grey ears and grey-black tail. in this zoom group she hasn’t been still. She’s been exploring my desk… Walking in front of my webcam and watching the pc screen with intent interest.
I’m having trouble writing because she is lying on the page, like it’s a new bed perched on my office chair armrest. She is entranced with the moving pen as I write this.

Just now

I am physically blocked from writing more. 5 minutes pass. Coco has settled onto my lap, purring. Gazing lovingly up at me, purring. She closes her eyes and takes a nap. I’m free to write again. The joy of having a kitten.

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A kitten named Coconut

My new siamese kitten, Coconut sleeping in the curtains like a hammock!

It’s been a great week! sorry for the late post!

Sunday:

I hung out with my friends D & J, who I haven’t seen in person for 6 months! We wore masks and did a distance visit. His birthday was last month, so I brought a present, and it was a blast! It was like we picked up where we left off last time. We’ve kept in touch over texting, but it’s just not the same as visiting in person. If it wasn’t for the pandemic, I wouldn’t have reconnected with old friends, family and new friends. It took this awful situation to show how much I miss people in my life. While my socializing is mostly limited to Facebook, I’m grateful to have it.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wQTWl4jpiW541ZN2uLbLA?si=Xt1x1UdqRsC8H-KQNUycnA

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Lucy and I, high after midnight

My orca-tuxedo cat Lucy, getting up to pose for a picture, on a yellow sonics blanket while on my bed. In a corner, Green walls in the background.
My orca-tuxedo cat Lucy, getting up to pose for a picture while on my bed.

On Tuesday/Wednesday I Was up until 1227am because I couldn’t sleep. I went to bed at my regular time these days around 8pm. I did everything I usually do, but couldn’t sleep. At about 3 hours, I turned my phone back on and browsed with nightlight setting on, bedtime mode on, and the brightness to zero. When nothing else works, reading puts me asleep. This didn’t work either. I haven’t been able to exercise much the past week because I strained my right foot. I’m only feeling better again today. Long story short, the lack of exercise screwed up my routine and sleep. Melatonin, Valerian root, and magnesium supplements do work to a point. Good sleep hygiene also helps. When everything fails and I can’t sleep, I smoke pot. My main reason for smoking pot has been to help me sleep. (For the pot head readers, it was the strain GMO by the company Dank Czar.) Pot was a last resort after trying many prescription medicines that didn’t help or had bad side effects. Occasionally I get a story like this.

  I had a bowl of pot with the strain GMO loaded. Smoked it. When I came back in, Lucy dashed outside. I’m very careful at night coming back in from the back deck by opening the backdoor slowly, by not opening the door much, and herding her gently with my feet if necessary. Tonight, she out maneuvered me and escaped. I drank a swig of water, and went back outside whispering to Lucy. “Lucy? Where are you?”  She was outside the garage door, on the concrete patio path with her fur proofed out. Ready to fight, or pounce. 

Something with a glowing green eye was in the rundown, lean to, shitty garage. I heard a strange higher pitch animal call. I scooped her up, in my arms firmly so she couldn’t escape and held her against me. Lucy tried to squirm and wiggle free as she usually does when either my mother or I pick her up to hold her and give her kisses. She meows like a teenager would to their parents not being cool. When she’s had enough after 10 seconds, she wiggles around like a snake or worm to wriggle free, as I put her back on the floor.

Complaining with a meow that said: “Nooo! Put me down! I want to see what’s in the garage!”  I whispered: No Lucy, it isn’t safe out during the night anymore. There are coyotes nearby! I quickly walked back inside, as quietly as I could. I fear a coyote. A couple years ago I saw 2 crossing the road about a half mile away where my street crosses Rainier Ave. 

Lucy perched on her cat house, ready to play. She was much like this on Wednesday. Lying on most her toys… The piece of pink wrapping paper, and her blue kitten chew toy. The box on the floor, and old toy she doesn’t use anymore.

As I took Lucy inside, carefully closing the door so she couldn’t escape out again. She dashed to her *Cat tree play toy* in the living room. Scratching the bottom mast, staring at me, eyes crazy, ready to play. I remember at that moment that we are both high. I gave her a double amount of catnip infused cat treats, in her food dish, the moment before I went to smoke. I couldn’t resist her sleepy begging eyes, and cute charm. Rubbing against my ankles helped. Lucy’s my only kitty. Of course I spoil her. 

A black foam roller I use for back and leg massages. Upright in a living room near furniture.
The black foam roller I use for back and leg massages. It tips over easily.

I tried to play with her, but one of us knocked over my cylindrical foam roller (think a thicker pool noodle, black). Flop! The noodle tipped over hitting the living room floor! Lucy disappeared in a flash. I assume all the way upstairs to mom’s room for the night.  She comes back to visit me as I’m tucked in bed trying to sleep, writing this story. She is already purring as she hops onto my bed. She settles on me for like 3 minutes. She leaves again. Lucy is high, lol. I believed that I saved Lucy’s Life that night. Or we could have been both so stoned that we were both paranoid and reacted to nothing. Oh well.

Lucy in 2014. I accidentally spilled the catnip we had then on the floor, and she immediately went to roll in it.

Songs of the week:

Stray cat strut by (Actual band name) Stray Cats

Lucy in the sky with diamonds by The Beatles

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