Draincat update

Every four hours, I squirt food into the tube that the vet sewed into the cat's neck.
He seems to like it, he lies there and purrs the whole time. The antibiotic (or whatever it is) goes with the food. There is also a small vial of pain killer that gets squirted into his cheek. We're almost out of that, his face seems healed enough that we can wash it a bit. He looks much less gruesome with the goo and dried blood off.
Unfortunatly, he seems to have become partially blind. When he walks around the kitchen, (vinyl flooring, easier to clean than rugs) he seems to walk in one direction untill he bumps into something then change direction. Takes him a bit of trial and error before he finds the catbox.
Hence the proscription on rug perambulations.
His name is Polalie, Which is a Chinook word for dust. Just calling him "Dusty" wouldn't be very sophisticated, would it? But it is what color, or range of colors,he is.
He blends nicely with my suede shoes (Pictures to follow, if my picture posting capabilities ever return).
Chinook is a trade language used by the local tribes (must have been a lot of them, there seems to be a casino every five miles or so) to trade with each other and, thier big mistake, with whiteman.
You don't need to speak Chinook to go to the casinos, however, so don't worry about that.
We once had Sherman Alexie come to our house to talk to our book group. we were reading "Reservation Blues" that month. "Indian Killer" is a much better (and scarier) book.
He's not exactly a local. He is Yakima. Over the pass where they have sand in thier
socks and eat rattlesnakes or something like that.
Tribes in the wet side of the mountains, are, like, Muckleshoot, Leschi, Duwamps (Duwamish), Makah (my nephew, Wally, is married to a Makah, the have the lovliest 2-year-old girl (Ruby) Two years old last sunday the 15th) and many more.
Apparently some of them used to "bury" thier dead by stashing them in a tree.
One imagines that, if that is true, loggers must have had some interesting surprises
when they started denuding the place.
I kind of doubt that thay took thier pets to vetrinarian surgeons or ever ended up feeding them through a tube in the neck. Come to think of it, they probably didn't have much trouble with sewer pipes either.
Mutatis mutandis (I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds like "everything changes around all the time" or even "que sera, sera", {quod fiat, fiat})
or Verdi's opinion of "la donna", who apparently are as mobile qual piuma al vento.
Ah, but I digress.............