kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
Phil's Very Bad, No Good Day

Poor Phil. Our little black kitty, who we've been treating for the past couple of weeks for ear infections - and taking to the very nice vet twice in those past couple of weeks - has been, finally, diagnosed with an ear polyp. It's bleeding when it gets jostled, which is why one ear has been smelling nasty; old blood. Eurgh. It doesn't seem to hurt him too much, and it's not awfully itchy, as ear mites would be ...

... but he needs surgery. And the surgeon our vet recommended is 30 miles outside the city limits (in Buffalo Grove, oddly, where I spent 19 unpleasant months covering the community. In fact, when our vet handed BB the booklet, I thought "I'll bet this is somewhere way the fuck out, please let me be wrong," and of course I wasn't. Fucking Buffalo Grove.)  Since Phil goes unhappily nuts for the 10 minutes it takes us to drive to the regular vet, this promises to be extraordinarily stressful for him, and for us. Especially since he'll have to go out for a consult, and then back out for the actual surgery. 

It's going to cost, too, but to not do it would be wrong. There is also the possibility, we're told, that the polyp may have grown through the eardrum; and that may mean they can't remove the entire thing, and that it may grow back. Aaack. 

Poor guy, he's really so forgiving of us. He's already climbing back into my lap, and wanting to be petted. I love him, and I hate stressing him out.

In happier human news, I feel much better. And it's the weekend. So there's that. 

Dept. of Mittwoch

Wednesday, 22 March 2017 08:52 pm
kaffyr: (Maia airships court)
Wednesday Observations

1)  I was driving home this afternoon, and I noticed one of those little bobbing-head dogs in the rear window of the car in front of me. Then I realized it was a real dog. A little mop dog, with a little sweater-thing on, poor thing. It was somewhat bigger than the bobbing-head toys, but not that much. His or her head wasn't bobbing. The little thing had its head on its paws, and it looked as if it wanted to be somewhere else. Or perhaps it was just enjoying the sun. I'd like that to be the case. 

2) I'm trying to figure out a way to feed Alex canned pumpkin. All the veterinary advice (from his vet and from Teh Intarwebz) on what might be his particular problem states that feeding a cat canned pumpkin provides much needed fibre and - wait, what? 

Yeah, send me the addresses of cats who actually willingly will eat mashed up vegetable gourds, and I'll show you ... nothing, because, no, there are no cats - No. Cats. Ever. - who will willingly eat pumpkin. I am as sure of this as I am of my own soul. I like pumpkin. I really like pumpkin. But I am not a cat. My cat is a cat. He looked at me with as much disdain as a cat can muster when presented with this. And cats do disdain very well. He actually moved backward to get away from the pumpkin. And, asyouknowbob, cats find it very hard to back up. "Back up" is not in their lexicon. 

Except when they are presented with mashed pumpkin. 

We already know he hates all the various petromalt-type goos that cats are supposed to love. Hah. He eyes that with the same extreme distaste with which he eyed pumpkin. Possibly because we've taken to rubbing the goo on his paws and/or muzzle in a desperate attempt to get it into him by forcing him to clean himself ....

Maybe if I put catnip in the pumpkin?

3) To all those in the world today dealing with war or terror attacks, from Syria to London - my thoughts are with you. 
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
My Cat is Sick Again

Alex is once again defecating - or trying to - all over the house. He's miserable. This is the third time since December, and the second time in less than two weeks. I am very worried, as much for BB as for Alex, because he loves that cat like crazy. I love him, too, but the bond they have is something quite special. I am afraid that this signals something quite serious, and that it could require very serious decisions on our part. 

Damn. 

Dept. of Good Things

Thursday, 13 October 2016 05:44 pm
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
Stuff I'm Happy About

Since I think I've spent too many recent posts bitching and moaning about stuff, here are some random — very random — things about which I'm happy. 

I remembered, thanks to this neat piece at Tor.com, how much I adore Cordwainer Smith. He is, as the writer states, one of the Great Peculiars of SF&F. Anyone out there a reader of his work? 

In what is a first for me, or certainly for the first time in a long time, I started and completed a news feature story in the same day, without the nerves and trepidation which that task has lately engendered in me; what's more, I feel as if I've done a good job. 

After two days of undoubtedly necessary rain, we had a glorious fall day. 

I managed to confirm that my iPad and laptop bag, which I'd mistakenly left in a union meeting when I grabbed the wrong bag, was safe, and that I could swap the bags tomorrow. Relief!

I am not achy today, and that's good. 

Kitties!

And tomorrow is Friday. Hurrah!

Dept. of Cats

Sunday, 14 June 2015 11:28 am
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
Opie Update

Well, the twins are now in the hands of my lovely daughter of the heart and her sweetie. I am so grateful to them, and I will check in regularly, to see how the twins are treating her and her own two kitties. Their place is much larger than our tiny condo and that should, in theory at least, give all the cats room to be away from each other. 

TMI stuff )

And there you have it, the Neurotic Cat Report for Sunday. As for the rest of the day, I'm going to make some salsa verde, do my exercises (which have been upped to some very challenging ones, which is why I'm hanging around online and not doing them, augh, and go Costco-ing. Because that's my idea of a fun Sunday. Heh. 
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
Well, We've Decided

If the young lady who originally offered to take Tommy and Lily is still willing, and if FB is OK with it, we're going to move the twins over to Sarah's place. Poor Opie can barely move from one place to another, and he's peeing and defecating at all hours of the day now. And he's clearly miserable. The twins have taken to following him around - I'm fairly certain it's not because they're sadistic little twerps; I think it's more that theyr'e noticing something off about Opie. 

Ultimately, it doesn't matter. I want my Opie to stop being so miserable. 

Sigh.
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
Cat Problems: Answers? Anyone? Bueller?*

I love my cats, for a multitude of reasons. Alex, the senior partner, is an impressive blend of leonine gravitas, dog-like generosity, and impressive lolling ability. Philip, our sidewalk rescue, is easy-going beyond all belief, trusting, and happy to sleep with one. Opie ... well, Opie is a huge ball of insecurities, nerves, largely un-repressed desires to become a mother, and other quirks. He also has the loudest purr of any cat in my recent experience, he's a cuddly round ball of need who makes you want to pet him and tell him everything will be all right. 

Opie was rescued from a cat hoarder, and I think his quirks are directly or indirectly tied to that experience. At least one thing I tie to his living in an apartment with at least 7 or 8 cats as a kitten is that he gets very upset when new cats (beyond Alex and Phil)  show up. However, the last two times FB's kitties were fostered with us, Opie eventually reached a nervous detente with them.

We thought this was what would happen when FB and Miss Emily dropped Tommy and Lily off with us for the summer. Nope. This third visit apparently tipped Opie over the edge.

During the day, he's more or less OK - just hiding and growling, which by Opie terms is at least a B- in socialization. However, starting about five days ago, things have gone to hell once deep night falls. 

Icky problem ensues under the cut )

* I use that line, or a bastardization of it, so often that it comes as a shock,even to me, that I've never seen the movie. Since this year marks the 30th anniversary of Ferris Bueller's Day Off, I really should take the time to watch it. 
kaffyr: Doc Yewl from Defiance (yewlyay)
Good Things on a Weekend


  • Knights of Sidonia has been renewed for a new season. For my money, the best recent straight up drama anime I've seen. Complicated story, interesting world, computer art that fits with the story. Yeah, good news.
  • I cleaned my tub and toilet. Yes, that's good news, and no, they weren't horrible to begin with. Well, the jets on the tub needed to cleaned a whole lot ... and I finally got my act in gear and did it.
  • We will be down to three cats in three or four days. I'll miss Tommy and Lily, but I won't miss the second cat box, and everything that goes into it. And my poor little Opie cat will be able to relax, once scary Lily (who is maybe half his size) is no longer around to make life miserable.
  • And of course the reason that Tommy and Lily will be departing after being fostered here for a year is because Andy and his lady-love are moving in together. And that's a good thing. Emily is bright, confident, openly in love, and in like, with my son; and she is comfortable around BB and me. That last is one of the biggest reasons I think this relationship has a strength and potential for growth that simply wasn't there in the previous situation. Why? Because family interaction is very important for BB, FB and me. If someone isn't comfortable with that, then one isn't going to be comfortable with any of us.
  • Defiance continues to be damned good. I am a happy fan. (Right now, I'm not doing much reviewing or talking about it, but I'm happy that Doc Yewl is on my screen once more; although (gah!) as of this week there seems to be less of her to be on screen. Yet another reason to despise the E-Republic.
  • I got shopping done, I got cat boxes changed, the sun is, unexpectedly, shining. I listened to lots of Brazilian music today, and now I'm listening to lots of The Mambo Express, all of which serves to ease me back into the week. And the week is only four days long. At the end of it? Fireworks, and a birthday party.
So, yeah; not too bad, by my lights.

kaffyr: A happy smiling superintelligent Corgi (Ein is happy)
To my cat-loving Chicago area f'list

It's public service announcement time!

My next door neighbor, who is a wonderful soul with a beautiful smile and a heart approximately the size of Wisconsin, rescues cats upon occasion, cares for them and then finds good homes for them where possible. Mostly recently, one of the cats she is caring for gave birth to kittens, requiring her to expand her "Got Kitties?" message circle.

Here's the message she sent out to her friends; I've redacted her phone number, but included a picture of one of the cuties involved. If you or anyone you know are interested in a) helping a wonderful woman and b) having one or two balls of bright-eyed sweetness in your life, PM me and I'll give you her phone number.

"Hello everyone; born the end of June, two kitten siblings, one B/W male (aka Napoleon) and a tiger striped female (aka Fluffy) are ready to bust, once again, out of the bathroom into a good home. They got a clean bill of health from Treehouse this past Thursday, are healthy (thankfully both FIV, FeLuk negative), are neutered and have gotten vaccinations and are ID chipped. I'm hoping to adopt them together."

 
 
 
kaffyr: Cylon Hybrid leaps into future. (Jump!)
Operation Surprise The Hell Out of Mom Is a Go

Repeat, we are go for the True North.

Tomorrow morning at 8:15 a.m. we head for the airport. I, of course, am a mess, because that's how I roll when it comes to travel. I love it, once I'm on the way. The hours leading up to it? The night before? Not so much.

Also, I've been dealing with severe separation anxiety for the past 48 hours. From the cats. The cats, FFS. (But they've never been left alone before, the little voice mutters, gleefully anthropormorphizing animals with brains the size of walnuts and no inherent ethical barriers to eating me if there was no other food in the house, and I couldn't move fast enough, nothing personal, you understand ... But it's Alex! And Opie! And Phil! And they're going to be lonely, and wonder where we are! No, damnit. Walnut brains, amoral carnivores! No, they're not! They're fluffy warm friends! Oh, I'm such a bad human!)

Yeah. Like that.

Luckily, Bob is around to keep me calm. (I almost said grounded, but that's such an unfortunate word to use in connection with air travel.) And my beloved First Born will be taking care of the cats on a daily basis, and since he's lived with them and loves them, he'll also be petting them like crazy. So, my advice to myself?

Calm the frak down.

We should remain fairly connected over the trip. Taking the laptop and the phone, so I hope to post regular updates.

Wish us luck!

Dept. of Animal Antics

Thursday, 4 August 2011 11:41 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Cat grass)
When Life Gets You Down, Dance With an Owl*

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] canaana  and [livejournal.com profile] yamx  for linking to this. It's so wonderful — and the music is so very hummable — that I figured I'd just present it (via link, because it simply won't embed) for the edification of everyone who needs a smile. It is, perhaps, no surprise that I'm typing this with two cats asleep on my legs.

*Notice how I manfully avoided using an Edward Lear reference?
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Vizard)
[Poll #1758614]
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Vizard)
[Poll #1758614]
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Ishida's Smart)
Odd Thoughts and Bits and Bobs


  • You know your day is off to a less than stellar start when you fumble in the refrigerator for the soymilk box, to put the stuff on your cereal (hey, sometimes I just like soymilk, OK?) and find yourself pouring beef broth on your Oatmeal Squares.  Luckily, that was a few days ago.
  • You know you've reached That Point in life when you attend the funeral of your best Chicago friends' father, father-in-law, and grandfather, and someone asks, plaintively, "When did we get to be the grown-ups?" And you remember that your mother has already outlived all the women in her family by at least three years. And you realize you really, really don't want to hear the phone ring late at night, And you wish you could go to see Harry Potter with her, because she deserves not to have to go out to see it alone, an 82-year-old woman who hates going out, but is the sole member of her surviving circle of friends who loves Harry Potter, but Nova Scotia is a long way from Chicago. And then you realize that the call is going to come, whether you want it or no, so you re-remember to make phone calls of your own, regularly, to tell her how much you love her, and to listen to everything she has to say. And you remind yourself to pick up her phone calls, even when you think you're too tired to talk to her, because, really, you aren't. And at least the two of you can talk about the movie, after you've both seen it.
  • You realize that perhaps your cats are right to look at you with a jaundiced eye when you replace the perfectly good names they've had for a while now with new ones. And you think calling your cats Peaches and Trouble and Barge is hilarious for more than 30 seconds at a time. Perhaps, you think,  it's sleep dep.
  • You admit that you've been fighting one scene in your OT3 h/c bingo ficathon entry for Too Damned Long now. And then you look at the phrase "OT3 h/c bingo ficathon" and ask yourself just when it was that you learned a new language.
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Ishida's Smart)
Odd Thoughts and Bits and Bobs


  • You know your day is off to a less than stellar start when you fumble in the refrigerator for the soymilk box, to put the stuff on your cereal (hey, sometimes I just like soymilk, OK?) and find yourself pouring beef broth on your Oatmeal Squares.  Luckily, that was a few days ago.
  • You know you've reached That Point in life when you attend the funeral of your best Chicago friends' father, father-in-law, and grandfather, and someone asks, plaintively, "When did we get to be the grown-ups?" And you remember that your mother has already outlived all the women in her family by at least three years. And you realize you really, really don't want to hear the phone ring late at night, And you wish you could go to see Harry Potter with her, because she deserves not to have to go out to see it alone, an 82-year-old woman who hates going out, but is the sole member of her surviving circle of friends who loves Harry Potter, but Nova Scotia is a long way from Chicago. And then you realize that the call is going to come, whether you want it or no, so you re-remember to make phone calls of your own, regularly, to tell her how much you love her, and to listen to everything she has to say. And you remind yourself to pick up her phone calls, even when you think you're too tired to talk to her, because, really, you aren't. And at least the two of you can talk about the movie, after you've both seen it.
  • You realize that perhaps your cats are right to look at you with a jaundiced eye when you replace the perfectly good names they've had for a while now with new ones. And you think calling your cats Peaches and Trouble and Barge is hilarious for more than 30 seconds at a time. Perhaps, you think,  it's sleep dep.
  • You admit that you've been fighting one scene in your OT3 h/c bingo ficathon entry for Too Damned Long now. And then you look at the phrase "OT3 h/c bingo ficathon" and ask yourself just when it was that you learned a new language.

Hot, Sweaty, Accomplished

Wednesday, 7 July 2010 12:47 am
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Good Day for Writing)
On Balance? Not Bad
The last couple of days have been miserably hot and humid here in Chicago. Going out to get some needed groceries (and anti-flea drops, more of which later) yesterday left me overheated and nauseated yesterday afternoon. Today didn't start all that well, either. But by the end of the day, I had:
  • Battled through my own swamp-like writer's block to complete a long overdue feature - and even added a sidebar story for it. I definitely managed to rock the non-fictional keyboard, yup;
  • Set up the carpet cleaner to come and give us an estimate tomorrow. Tomorrow!!!
  • Next, BB and I managed to get that flea medication onto Opie - who I code-named "Peaches" for some reason known only to god during the several days we schemed to head him off at the pass and put the crap on his neck - without horrible injuries to the humans or lasting trauma to the preternaturally suspicious and skittish feline Opie. Bingo! the last of our cats has been successfully treated (Alex and Phil are laid back about treatment, almost to the point of coma. So of course the third cat? Isn't.) Now we get to look forward to this kind of warfare once a month for the foreseeable future. I am so excited;
  • Finally? I got another two or so paragraphs on Chapter 13. Yeah, I know. But believe me, I'm cherishing every hard-won syllable. And I finally - finally - figured out how to get Rose and her companion out of where they are. I am inordinately pleased with myself;
  • Oops, almost forgot to mention that I also managed to remember to get my car's state vehicle license, and its city license. Go. Me.
Oh, hell. It's not the 6th of July anymore. Damn.

Hot, Sweaty, Accomplished

Wednesday, 7 July 2010 12:47 am
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Good Day for Writing)
On Balance? Not Bad
The last couple of days have been miserably hot and humid here in Chicago. Going out to get some needed groceries (and anti-flea drops, more of which later) yesterday left me overheated and nauseated yesterday afternoon. Today didn't start all that well, either. But by the end of the day, I had:
  • Battled through my own swamp-like writer's block to complete a long overdue feature - and even added a sidebar story for it. I definitely managed to rock the non-fictional keyboard, yup;
  • Set up the carpet cleaner to come and give us an estimate tomorrow. Tomorrow!!!
  • Next, BB and I managed to get that flea medication onto Opie - who I code-named "Peaches" for some reason known only to god during the several days we schemed to head him off at the pass and put the crap on his neck - without horrible injuries to the humans or lasting trauma to the preternaturally suspicious and skittish feline Opie. Bingo! the last of our cats has been successfully treated (Alex and Phil are laid back about treatment, almost to the point of coma. So of course the third cat? Isn't.) Now we get to look forward to this kind of warfare once a month for the foreseeable future. I am so excited;
  • Finally? I got another two or so paragraphs on Chapter 13. Yeah, I know. But believe me, I'm cherishing every hard-won syllable. And I finally - finally - figured out how to get Rose and her companion out of where they are. I am inordinately pleased with myself;
  • Oops, almost forgot to mention that I also managed to remember to get my car's state vehicle license, and its city license. Go. Me.
Oh, hell. It's not the 6th of July anymore. Damn.
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (My poncho boys)
I Like Salt
And therefore, salt mines are good. It's back to them tomorrow, after one week of unpaid vacation, starting with an interview at 10:15 a.m. With a police officer. About traffic safety programs. I am excited.

And what have we done on vacation, she asked herself... )
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (My poncho boys)
I Like Salt
And therefore, salt mines are good. It's back to them tomorrow, after one week of unpaid vacation, starting with an interview at 10:15 a.m. With a police officer. About traffic safety programs. I am excited.

And what have we done on vacation, she asked herself... )

Weather or Not

Friday, 11 December 2009 01:40 am
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (ChristmasTARDIS)
Cold, Warm, Frigid and Frosty
Here in the chilly Sahara that is our condo right now - goodness, but dry cold makes for unhappy skin - I have come to the realization that when I am cold, I get tired really quickly. And it is unpleasantly cold here in Chicago. I do not begrudge the weather gods, because it has been (to my ecologically wary mind, anyhow) far too warm this fall. We were having mid-50s in December, folks, and that's not good. Still, it is more than time for BB and I to haul out the shrink wrap for our domicile windows. A job for the weekend; until then, I shall simply stay under the covers.

In the meantime, here are some pictures of folks who make me feel warm all over. )

Weather or Not

Friday, 11 December 2009 01:40 am
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (ChristmasTARDIS)
Cold, Warm, Frigid and Frosty
Here in the chilly Sahara that is our condo right now - goodness, but dry cold makes for unhappy skin - I have come to the realization that when I am cold, I get tired really quickly. And it is unpleasantly cold here in Chicago. I do not begrudge the weather gods, because it has been (to my ecologically wary mind, anyhow) far too warm this fall. We were having mid-50s in December, folks, and that's not good. Still, it is more than time for BB and I to haul out the shrink wrap for our domicile windows. A job for the weekend; until then, I shall simply stay under the covers.

In the meantime, here are some pictures of folks who make me feel warm all over. )
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Cats and Oxygen and Us
     The first doesn't have enough of the second, and the third has a whole lot more of it than expected.
     Which is to say that Our little ginger, Opie, has a head cold - the first cat of my acquaintance to be so afflicted.
     And afflicted is the word. When we realized late Sunday night that he was miserable, it was rather frightening. A mouth-breathing cat is a confused and unhappy animal, more apt to an unnervingly rapid heartbeat than is pleasant to see.
     A cat with a cold is also potentially in a hell of a lot of trouble, so off he went to the vet's this afternoon. He came back, courtesy of BB and FB, with a couple of appetite enhancement pills to be forced down his poor throat, and an intense desire to lay low. We'll coddle him as long as is needful.
     As to the rest of the household, we now have a large canister of liquid oxygen standing, frosty and intimidating - no, make that completely horrifying - far too close to the marriage bed.
    The LOX is there to fill up BB's brand new travellin' tank. A full six or seven hours of time for independent rambling. And a potential propellant for the inhabitants of CasaKaffyr to better the American moon landing record by one. (I eagerly await those of my friends who will hasten to assure me that LOX doesn't work that way. I know. Now hush;  the irrational power of my fearful imagination is of far greater magnitude, and a hell of a lot more twisted fun, than all your fannishly and/or scientifically fueled realities. Heh.)


kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Cats and Oxygen and Us
     The first doesn't have enough of the second, and the third has a whole lot more of it than expected.
     Which is to say that Our little ginger, Opie, has a head cold - the first cat of my acquaintance to be so afflicted.
     And afflicted is the word. When we realized late Sunday night that he was miserable, it was rather frightening. A mouth-breathing cat is a confused and unhappy animal, more apt to an unnervingly rapid heartbeat than is pleasant to see.
     A cat with a cold is also potentially in a hell of a lot of trouble, so off he went to the vet's this afternoon. He came back, courtesy of BB and FB, with a couple of appetite enhancement pills to be forced down his poor throat, and an intense desire to lay low. We'll coddle him as long as is needful.
     As to the rest of the household, we now have a large canister of liquid oxygen standing, frosty and intimidating - no, make that completely horrifying - far too close to the marriage bed.
    The LOX is there to fill up BB's brand new travellin' tank. A full six or seven hours of time for independent rambling. And a potential propellant for the inhabitants of CasaKaffyr to better the American moon landing record by one. (I eagerly await those of my friends who will hasten to assure me that LOX doesn't work that way. I know. Now hush;  the irrational power of my fearful imagination is of far greater magnitude, and a hell of a lot more twisted fun, than all your fannishly and/or scientifically fueled realities. Heh.)


kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Sofa Fandom)
Thoughts. Random, You Betcha
  1. I love Mythbusters. Love, love, love. Adam and Jamie are eighteen kinds of awesome, and Tori, Grant and Kari are at least sixteen different kinds, each one of 'em. And Kari's a babe. A fantastic, scientific babe. (But I'm actually in love with Adam.)
  2. I officially have Too Much To Do at work. There was a time I'd have been ecstatic. But  now? Not so much.
  3. Bye Bye Birdie sucks as a movie, as a musical, and as a representation of how women were supposed to act and think. Oh, and a more than usually horrible effort by Broadway and Hollywood to co-opt rock and roll. Christ, it's bad.
  4. Our house has three cats. Three. Wow, that's a lotta cat.
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Sofa Fandom)
Thoughts. Random, You Betcha
  1. I love Mythbusters. Love, love, love. Adam and Jamie are eighteen kinds of awesome, and Tori, Grant and Kari are at least sixteen different kinds, each one of 'em. And Kari's a babe. A fantastic, scientific babe. (But I'm actually in love with Adam.)
  2. I officially have Too Much To Do at work. There was a time I'd have been ecstatic. But  now? Not so much.
  3. Bye Bye Birdie sucks as a movie, as a musical, and as a representation of how women were supposed to act and think. Oh, and a more than usually horrible effort by Broadway and Hollywood to co-opt rock and roll. Christ, it's bad.
  4. Our house has three cats. Three. Wow, that's a lotta cat.

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