kaffyr: Diane/Leo Dillon illo of young black girl (House of the Spirits)
Quiche In the Oven

The crust is awful and patchwork, because I can't roll out a crust to save my soul, especially when it's recently thawed pie dough, but the quiche itself is going to be pretty decent, I think. And I managed to clean up the kitchen (more or less; I'm going to get BB to clean the frying pan in which I tried the bacon), and I'll be setting the table soon. This is all good. especially since I spent a lot of the day driving to get groceries, or laying low because of a headache that seems to want to become something more. 

Poor BB is fighting some ailment of his own, and I very much hope to at least cosset him with dinner. And then, I'll settle down with a new drink I learned how to make yesterday; gin in a martini glass that's been coated with four dashes of bitters. Last night I made it with orange bitters, although it's supposed to be made with angostura. Tonight, I'm going to try two mini-drinks, one with the proper recipe and one with the orange bitters, to see which I think is better. 

I had one of my acrylic nails peel off today. It's the first time that has ever happened, and my finger looks naked without a nail. I'm calling the nail salon tomorrow (they're open on Sundays) to see if I can get in. 

Also in the "First World Pampering" category, we've made an appointment with a new groomer for Vincent. He doesn't know it yet. but he's going to get a bath, de-matted properly, and be gifted with at least a modified lion cut to prevent more matting. I'm sure he'll be very excited. 

Yesterday, there was a mass shooting in Aurora, IL, not far from Chicago. A man who'd just been fired from his job, and who had a history of violence, domestic and otherwise, who'd had his FOID card revoked, but who still had a gun, left the building and came back and killed five people. He's dead. too. Six sets of parents and kids, six mothers, sisters, wives. all with gaping. bleeding holes in their souls. Because someone had easy access to guns. Another day in America. 

Fuck the NRA and fuck the culture it has nurtured.
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
What We Did on Valentine's Day

1. Took an extremely constipated ginger cat to the vet. 
2. Cleaned the carpet, bed, blankets, etc. to the best of our ability thereafter (because constipation in cats comes with liquid matter that squirts out around the blockage as kitty attempts to expel it and yes that is indeed TMI, but hey, you've read this far and we're past it.)
3. Did three smallish but smelly loads of laundry as part of the cleanup. 
4. Cleaned another section of rug that I discovered our other cat had, sometime in the past two weeks, used at least once, as a secondary litter box. Two applications of baking soda and vacuuming have made it better. Unfortunately, the location included some extremely important audio/visual wiring. I'm amazed none of it went out. The wiring has been very carefully wiped down with Lysol. Fortunately, the area hasn't been used as a loo recently, so I assume it got used prior to our installation of the new litter-loo. Go, us.
5. Ruminated unhappily on our vet's comment that changing dry food to wet probably wouldn't help minimize constipation and its concomitant problems, because cats who eat wet food drink less, which defeats the purpose of switching the food types. Sigh. 
6. Fought headaches all day. 
7. 
Made our bed up with fresh linens
8. Had some whisky
9. Loved the fact that BB and I got through this and were able to make jokes occasionally. Go, team kaffyrbb!

kaffyr: (NaruOMG)
Cat Tales

Sitcommish heck commenceth hereunder )
kaffyr: A happy smiling superintelligent Corgi (Ein is happy)
Updates Are Us

I can't believe how long it's been since I actually posted something, or responded to other folks. Here's my "n things makes a list" post. 

1. Vincent is settling in, and Opie, while continuing to growl, seems to be getting used to him. I was saddened when I saw Vincent awaken to the fact that "this other little ginger guy actually doesn't like me! Why?" but I'm hoping that they'll eventually get comfortable with each other. We got a new cat litter pan, or more accurately, a "litter loo" that is essentially a mini-shed for holding the real litter pan. It's taller than our old Booda-box, which allows Vincent to get in, turn around, etc., without getting his fur into the litter or his own leavings (and that is still a big problem; I can hardly wait for his Feb. 2 grooming date, during which he'll have the fur around his butt trimmed. Cleaning a very big cat's behind is an exercise for two people, and it's tough to do well even with two.) The litter loo has the added benefit of being a small table, providing another horizontal surface in a kitchen that needs them. 

2. Last Saturday, I attended a Pioneer Press reunion-cum-goodbye-for-the-buyouts-and-earlier-laid-offs party. It was one of the most surprisingly positive, and positively intense, gatherings I've recently been to. Somewhere between 30 and 50 people attended, nearly all of them Pioneer alumni of various types. I saw people I hadn't seen in decades; I saw three of my old editors, including one who I'd served under in the late 1980s; she told me that seeing me and my colleagues was the only reason she'd braved the weather that night (it was pretty bad.) I didn't even mind seeing my last editor; he might have been what tipped me over into taking the buyout, but I realized that I could interact with him pretty darned pleasantly when we weren't forced to interact on a professional basis. There were loads of hugs, freely and enthusiastically given and received. One of my buyout colleagues said, .as we headed home, that it was very much like a high school reunion; you realize that even the people you hated or feared as a high school student have turned into people you are happy to see. 

3. A couple of nights ago, I was feeling kind of down - can't even remember why - and my beloved husband put on the first episode of "The War Games," the final adventure for the Second Doctor. We binged the entire adventure over two nights, and it was rollicking good fun. The pacing was remarkably decent, and I was surprised at how much action there was, since I think the received wisdom is that it was the Third Doctor who was action-oriented, and not the Second. The acting varied from "a bit better than decent" to "OMG this is horrible, and it's viewable only as scenery-chewing OTT fun!" The fellow playing the War Chief was marginally better than the guy playing the security chief, and the War Lord was actually pretty good. It was my first encounter with Jamie and Zoe; both actors did well, especially Frazier Hines. Of course, it doesn't do to inspect the plot too closely, lest one break out into snickers and, eventually, guffaws. But I'm so glad I saw it. 

4. We in Chicago are bracing for the coldest week thus far this 2018-2019 winter season. By Wednesday, the high temp. for the day will be -10F, and the wind will put daytime wind-chills close to -25. The night time temps and windchills for Tuesday and Wednesday are even more dire. I therefore went out today and got all the necessary things we'll need; Japanese fish cake, bean sprouts, seitan, fried tofu, Japanese and Korean baked goods, mochi, curry and mapo tofu mix ... WHAT??!?

5. Also? Roger Stone was arrested and indicted. The world got a little brighter ....

Dept. of Birthdays

Wednesday, 16 January 2019 07:02 pm
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
Birthdays. Birthdays and Cats

Monday was 
[personal profile] ljgeoff 's birthday, and I can't begin to tell you how much she deserves all the birthday wishes. And, frankly, All The Things. 

She's got more energy in her little finger than I've ever had in my entire body. She also has a heart that puts the "His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day" Grinch to shame. Put simply, she cares; for people, for animals. for strays, for anyone or anything that needs love.  Her intelligence just adds to the package.

Then, when you further add to that her amazing writing talent, bringing excellent fanfic into the world, as well as original fiction of haunting power, you've got a creative dynamo with a cheerful mien, and a fearless ability to leap into abysses of all kinds, either crossing them in one bound, or rebounding from the bottom to climb determinedly to the top. 

Many delayed Happy Birthday wishes, Lisa - and here's a picture of Vincent. (Under the cut because of size.)
Vincent Routliffe, the Big Grey Cat )He's settled in quite nicely, and Opie is adjusting a little faster than we'd feared he would. We still have to tackle a couple of issues, including some remaining mats, but the vet says his knackering proceeded nicely. He's really lovely, and I'm glad he's with us. (Also, it's weird, but he has absolutely no guard hairs, only the soft under coat, which accounts for the matting propensity. It's the exact opposite of our gingers, who had and have so much top/guard hair that it was and is hard to get to the under coat.)
kaffyr: (Dalek ballerina)
Various Things Make a List

1. There are several people out there who have had recent birthdays. and if I have any brainpower left over the next 24 hours, I'll wish them proper natal salutations.
2. My company is once again planning its traditional pre-holiday layoffs. This year they come with potential buyouts. I am talking seriously with Bob about whether this is a possibility for me - as in, how desperately poor can we be and still keep the condo, and afford medications. The talk will have to be done quickly, since people have to put in for buyout consideration in less than a week. My company ... swear to god ....
3. Our remaining kitty, Opie, is driving us spare with constant vocalization. but we know it's because he's desperately lonely. We''ll be looking at the idea of finding him a new buddy sometime very soon.
4. Stan Lee has died.He had many faults, and his death wasn't unexpected but I'm still sad, because I
 fell in love with comics as a kid, with Fantastic Four's fight with Dragon Man.
5. Today is Veterans Day in the U.S. I grew up with Remembrance Day in Canada, and the relative diminution of the commemoration down here still bothers me somewhat.

Dept. of Goodbye

Sunday, 4 November 2018 04:34 pm
kaffyr: Fantasia - night and the profile of a hill (Dark and lovely)
Philip Cat Morrison

I'll probably be able to say more, later. Not now. 
He's most excellent )
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
Phil

So the cancer has returned in our little black cat. Bob found two lumps along his throat, that popped up seemingly overnight, and he's been lethargic for the last week or so. Took him in to the vet. She did a needle biopsy, looked at it, and apparently told Bob that there was no need to send it to the lab. Bob said she used the word "aggressive" and I guess it won't be long. When he seems to be in bad discomfort or pain, we'll call for the same vet that eased Alex across the bridge to come. 

Last September, the diagnoses we got was such that we were expecting only two to five more months with him. We got so much more than that, so I should feel grateful. We'd actually started wondering if the initial operation, to take the tumor out of his ear, had been more successful than the team told us it was. I guess not. Still, a few extra months with our most excellent pussycat. I need to remember that. 

What a day. What a fucking day. 

Dept. of Seattle

Saturday, 15 September 2018 07:34 pm
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
Cats Safely Delivered, Humans Recovering

Lots of words and huge pic )
kaffyr: Hayao Miyazaki's Kiki scrubs the floor in animation (Kiki scrubs)
Write In Haste, Repent at Leisure Hope for More Leisure

I haven't posted at all for a few days, and only once during the Labor Day weekend, which was probably a terrible use of my labor-less time, but I plead stress on all counts, your honors. 

I've been fighting back spasms and general pain for the last five days, and for some reason it has refused to go away. I've gone back to my exercises (did I mention this in my last post?) and have taken many, many trips to our tiny bathtub jacuzzi, but the usual cycle of the pain going away doesn't seem to be repeating properly. We'll see if the weekend helps. 

We'll be flying out to Seattle with Tommy and Lily, Andy's and Em's cats, on Friday night, and will stay there until Tuesday. I'll have five days to completely rest, so I'm hoping that will help lay the back pain to rest, if I haven't gotten it properly under control by then. 

This isn't much of a post, I know, but I wanted to keep an oar in. I'll try to respond to other people's posts (I hope) tonight. 

Dept. of the Weekend

Saturday, 25 August 2018 05:43 pm
kaffyr: (Rabbit Mom 2)
Getting Things Done

In less than a week, Andy and Emily will take off for their eight-day trip, u-haul trailer and all, to Seattle. They're in the last crazy days of packing, always in need of more boxes, and terribly behind. Which is absolutely normal for moving, but I feel for them. If I have any evening time this week, I'll go over and offer what help I may. 

I've determined that I have another week of vacation available to take this year, and I'm going to ask to be cleared to take it the third week of September. That will allow Bob and me (wow - that's grammatical, but sounds weird) to fly out to Seattle, with their cats, Tommy and Lily. We'll be babysitting the cats while they drive out and get settled into their new place. Thank god, they found a place they could afford, 20 minutes outside the city. Emily has found a couple of part-time nanny gigs that she can handle on top of her classes, and Andy, who hasn't yet found a job in his field, says he'll Uber until he can. With GPS, one doesn't have to be familiar with where one's driving, I suppose. 

Argh. I'm worried. 

Today, we got rid of some medical records and such that go back mostly to 2014, but a few that go back to 2010. None of them are necessary at this point. It allows us to clear out a section of the office which we've sort of planned to make the visiting kitties' space - we have a cat tree, so the old cat tree, which Bob was able to cut down by one level* has been moved in there for the micro-cats (they're full grown and still only half the size of Phil and Opie.) That's where their litter box will be as well, oh joy. Still, it's only for two weeks.

I got my hair cut, and I'm about to take a shower to get ready for karaoke shenanigans. Why karaoke, you ask? 

Because tonight, we're invited to a goodbye party thrown by some of their close friends. It's at a favorite bar of theirs, where, I am reliably told by my first born, There Will Be Blood Karaoke. The party doesn't start until 9 o'clock, which strikes me as altogether too late to get started on partying of any kind. That undoubtedly marks me as a feeble oldster, to which I willingly cop. Ah, well; that we're invited is a mark of ... I don't know - respect? Andy definitely wanted us there. 

kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
Cats Go to Heaven

One of the three little kittens born over the weekend at Tiny Kittens in Langley, B.C., died this afternoon of complications caused by a congenital heart defect. Tesla was her name, and no one had thought she had a problem. It was her sister, Allie, who everyone worried about. As everyone on the Tiny Kittens Youtube Channel chat agreed, at least she was warm, well fed, and loved for the very short time she was here. 

This has happened before. Even in the short time I've been obsessively watching all the kittens on TK's channel, I saw two mothers lose two kittens each, again after just a couple of days of life. None of these kittens are mine, and yet my afternoon was dampened when I saw the news. Poor little thing. This mom, Princess Consuela, is taking good care of her remaining two, Allie and Bentley; I hope she doesn't lose any more. 

It reminds me a) that life isn't fair for kittens, even the ones who are beloved (as Tesla was for her short time here) and cared for, which makes the lives of feral cats even more sad for me to consider, and b) sometimes you have to take comfort where you can when considering these little ones. 

Dept. of Kittehz!

Friday, 25 May 2018 05:17 pm
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
 As I Said In the Subject Line

Kittehz!


More about kittehz under here )
kaffyr: Natasha Romanov, badass (Natasha turns)
Things I've Done Since I Last Posted

  • Gone to see Thor: Ragnarok last night with BB. Laughed and enjoyed myself quite a bit. Chris Hemsworth has a light comic touch (and so does Cate Blanchett as the villain, which was a pleasant surprise,) the writing was witty and light, the plot held together rather well for a superhero movie, and of course there was plenty of Hiddleston/Loki and a very funny Ruffalo/Hulk. Light, colorful, and very few "Blow up the universe! Loudly!" scenes. A perfect movie to take one's mind off of ... well, 2017 in general.  
  • Dealt with another sick cat. Luckily, this is just a bad cold (both BB and I have experienced the delight of having Opie sneeze - wetly, and multiple times in one explosion - in our faces.)  We're giving him a med prescribed by the vet to keep him hungry, since he's lost some weight, at least partly because no one wants to eat when they have a cold. Luckily, he does eat the pill if it's in a pill pocket and then covered with mushy wet food. That's really good, because the one time we pilled him by hand, it was horrendous. He's big, and strong, and very squirrelly. 
  • (Cancer kitty is doing quite well. Apart from becoming too fond of wet food. No more dry food for him, apparently. Heh.) 
  • Done a little more on the final chapter of H&M. Losing hope of finishing it this year, but still working on it.  
  • Watched the 2006 BBC Jane Eyre. Toby Stephens is far too pretty as Rochester (I actually liked George C. Scott as a good Rochester), but hey, Toby Stephens is pretty, so it was fun to watch. Ruth Wilson was excellent as Jane. It made me drag out my copy of Jane Eyre to read. God, Victorian literature is bloody wordy - but Charlotte Bronte manages to keep the story going.  
  • Now I have to go and clean the place, because I have union folk coming over to do union stuff, and I don't want them to think I'm a slatternly housekeeper. 
 

Dept. of Phil

Sunday, 29 October 2017 12:46 pm
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
Kitty Update

Update and picture )

Dept. of Bad News

Wednesday, 25 October 2017 11:39 am
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
Because Of Course This Would Happen

I got home from last night's meeting this morning at 2:30 a.m., where BB met me with the news that Dr. Wood, Phil's surgeon, had called in my absence. Not only had the tumor gone from "probably cancer" to "definitely cancer," the cancer had metastacized to his lymph nodes. She recommended chemo and radiation. 

We don't have the money. We spent what we could on his ear, after being assured that the tumor was generally localized and taking it out would probably prevent more cancer. I should have paid attention to the "generally" and the "probably," I guess. 

We'll call the oncologist to see if we can get even a rough estimate of expected lifespan. As long as he's not in pain, I don't want to do anything. But once that kicks in, we call the goodbye vet for her second visit to us in a year. 

Learning all of this at 2:30 a.m., and seeing how it affected BB was bad enough. Now I have to write a story from last night's meeting, and my brain is not working. I have a 3 p.m. deadline. I want to get it done before that because I want to crawl into a hole.
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
The Good News Is...

Phil's home, and with both external ears. I am amazed at the lack of communication that can occur over the phone; I specifically heard the other doctor say the external ear had been removed, and I specifically asked about that - and was told yes, the ear was taken. Apparently "external ear" means different things to cat owners and vets. No matter: that's good. 

What's making this an awful, bad, no good day for everyone is the medication regimen. We're supposed to give him an antibiotic once every twelve hours, and two painkillers: gabapentin, again, once every 12 hours, and hydromorphone, once every 6-8 hours. 

Since we got him home yesterday afternoon, we've gotten one gabapentin dose in him, and one antibiotic dose, and, we think, one hydromorphone dose. He is horrible about opening his mouth, and literally twists himself upside down to avoid doing so. We're supposed to keep up this regimen every day for five days (the hydromorphone) and 10 days (the antibiotic). This may or may not happen. He's gotten so stressed; at one point, losing control of his bowels. Poor little guy. Jesus ....

Also? He has to wear the cone of shame for 10 days, except when we take it off him to let him eat, drink, and - ha - take his medicine. The poor guy is running into walls and everything else, we've had to take the top off the catbox because he can't get in with it on, and he definitely can't get up or down to places he normally wants to go. 

He slept on me for much of last night, after I lifted him to the bed. I didn't get much sleep, nor did BB. I called in sick today, although I'll try to get at least a couple of things done; if the hydromorphone we think we got into him 15 minutes ago takes hold and he sleeps again, I'm going to catch a few wink. 

It's like having a baby again. Except one with claws, some teeth, a lot of stress, and stitches. 

Gah.
kaffyr: (Love is for children)
Because Of Course Nothing Goes As Expected

So, almost as soon as I'd posted my last more or less positive comments about Phil, we got a call from the surgeon. She got the biopsy results from the growth a bit faster than I'd expected.

It's a tumor. 

Of course, the surgeon (who really is quite a nice person, don't get me wrong) emphasized that the tumor might not be anything but benign. 

However, she said, she advised that we undertake the operation to remove Phil's left ear canal, to prevent any possibility of non-benign tumer growth. 

And of course we're going to, although we told her we wanted to talk about it over the weekend. 

We'll do it. A lot of my retirement money is going to go into taking care of Phil. And I'm a selfish enough old broad that I'm begrudging those dollars. 

But it's Phil; it's our little kitty, and it's only a month or so since we lost one of our other beloved kitties. 

Poor Phil; he's not in for a good time. 

But I'm hoping that this will help him live beyond his current 8 or 9 years. Had he already been 14? Perhaps the decision would have been different. 

But he's not 14, he's only 8 or 9. So we'll fork out the retirement funds, and pay for something that will, I hope, make him ultimately feel better. 

Fuck. 

On a scale of 1 to Las Vegas, this is, of course, not a big thing. 

But, fuck. What a fucking way to end the week. 

Dept. of Friday

Friday, 6 October 2017 07:52 pm
kaffyr: (Maia airships court)
Very Quick Precis of The Week 

Phil )

Book )

Work )
The world is too much with us, plus exhaustion )
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.

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