"I think it's adorable that Tuck is able to thread your needles."

Tiny meeps the English Ivy that grows unchecked up onto the western wall of the house next door. Not good for a shingled house to be covered by a rampant -- albeit beautiful -- vine. Moisture accumulates between plant and wall to the eventual deterioration of the wall. The house used to be owned and well maintained by our beloved ailurophilic neighbors Eddie and Rose, but they are long gone now, and no one seems to be looking after the place.

"You are reading like a 14 year old," Goomp's ophthalmologist told the Energizer-Bunny octogenarian -- and he wasn't referring to reading comprehension --  when our Papa went for a follow-up visit last year in connection with his cataract surgeries -- five years apart, starting ten years ago, on both eyes -- as he reports in comments to our previous post, "through a lens darkly."

Cats see things we don't, of course, and Tiny never disappoints.

"You will be happy with the results," comments blog friend Tara:

My father had the operation 5 years ago and he was thrilled with the results.

"Celebrate the fact that you can have this done relatively quickly here in America," adds the ever wise and witty Teresa:

Sometimes surgery is the better alternative. Especially since we don't want you going blind. :-)

More wit and wisdom from our imail correspondent this afternoon:

She: Did you go ahead and make an appointment?
We: No. Will wait till Monday.
She: I love how Dad is in the vanguard of "procedures." He's wicked brave, on that score.
We: Never do today what you can put off till Monday.
She: Is it really like looking through a glass darkly?
We: No. Like having a white cloud . . .
She: So, things look "milky"?
We: Yes. Good word. Try closing your eye part way . . . Like that.
She: I think it's adorable that Tuck is able to thread your needles, since, historically, he and David had the worst eyesight in the family.

We used to be so proud and superior in the God-given 20-20 vision of our youth. One of our all-time favorite things ever was to be the first one to spot a buoy predicted by the charts in real time on the horizon while under sail on our own bottom in the waters off the New England Coast. Fascinating to be the one in the family now with the worst vision of all. 'Specially with our having been gifted with the thing we often humorously refer to as a "good eye" for beauty in unexpected places. 'Guess we owe it to our fans to take care of the thing at the earliest opportunity.

Update:  Pam of Pamibe in the comments says "My Mom had it done in her 80s and was very pleased with the results, I know you will be too. :)"

Update II:  You will be very much pleased with the 118th Carnival of the Cats at Pets Garden Blog.

Comments

[goomp]

Actually in my case it didn't seem as dramatic as having a broken tooth removed. I don't think it took much longer either, but I did have to have someone take me to the eye operation and bring me back.

[Tara]

After it's all over Sissy, you'll wonder why you didn't have the operation sooner.

Really.

[Teresa]

I'm grinning as I picture Tuck threading your needle for you. You should have gotten a picture of it.