Sail Cat, Very Flat!

I don't know how to draw on my photos. But notice in the photo below that the window is double, and that the top parts open.

In an attempt to capture those pesky pigeons that sit outside and torment her, Crooky leaped from the CD player up there this morning. Where she teetered with her front paws on the outermost window frame and her back paws on the innermost one.

Only her tail was still in the kitchen.

Which I grabbed.

And pulled her back inside.

That would have been fun trying to explain to the children over breakfast. I would have to use my father's method:

"All of you with a cat, step forward."

"Oh. Not you."

In a New Topic: Did I explain about the latest doctor visit? The one where we determined Skittles had three NEW cavities (she averages 2-3 each visit), and I am a lousy mother?

This came about because I scheduled appointments for the girls and me to have our teeth cleaned. And, at the same time, I scheduled an appointment for myself with the General Practitioner to discuss why I am so damn itchy ALL THE TIME and what, if anything, I can do about my plantar fasciitis.

But that plan got scuttled because Skittles had headaches every single day last week (no doubt triggered by a massive drop in pressure). So I gave her my appointment.

We talked to the doctor about what we can do to treat her headache pain because although Advil (ibuprofen) works really well on the headache, it upsets her stomach. Last spring she developed a small ulcer even from it.

So the doctor gave me something she can take with the Advil to protect her stomach as well as an alternative drug called Efferalgan (a French paracetamol that effervesces like Alka-Seltzer). And asked about how much exercise Skittles gets.

"She walks to and from school every day . . ." I said as the doctor shook her head. Okay, once I explained how long the walk is, she conceded slightly.

"But it's not aerobic. What does she do to get sweaty?" she asked.

Bloody little.

"How about horseback riding?"

WTF?

She actually suggested HORSEBACK RIDING! Here? In Moscow? I mean, I know people who do it, but these are people with cars/drivers and much richer lifestyles than I will ever have here.

Horseback riding. I don't get to go fucking horseback riding. And I'm the one who is actually into it.

She suggested a swimming pool then, and it seems reasonably priced, although it could be more reasonably located for my taste. I mean, it's do-able, but the thought of dragging swim suits, goggles, and towels for three (because she can't go by herself) to the pool after school twice a week and then dragging all that and two tired and cranky kids who still have to do homework back on the Metro during rush hour . . .

Maybe my glass is half empty and I'm making it more difficult than it is. But I returned home after the appointment and just cried because I couldn't provide my kids a nice way to get sweaty a few times a week here in Moscow.

Then I had a brainstorm.

Yeah, they both have these at home in the US. But we aren't in the US 10 months of the year. And yeah, Moscow isn't scooter-able for a good part of those 10 months. But it is now.

One of the few good things about Moscow is that you can get anything delivered. The Spouse ordered two scooters via the Internet on Thursday. And I accepted deliver this morning.

Baboo and I scootered over to Starlite Diner to meet The Spouse and a very surprised Skittles.

It is certainly aerobic. And lots of fun.

We may need another scooter. Maybe two.