it's been long enough
ok, it's been about 2 weeks since i've posted. nothing pisses me off more than stalking someone's blog that i've saved the link to, only to find they update it maybe once a month. so... here i am, so satisfy my loyal audience. heh.
the only news i have to report is that i think we've finally gone through the majority of the boxes we moved. i found my paper towel holder, thank god. but i hate it when i move and i put things in places and say, "ok, now, don't forget where you put this." days go by and when i go to look for it, i can't find it. and they're things you don't use all the time, but need them to function eventually, like my cell phone charger and my digital camera battery pack. my ipod sync cord. tape measure. dust rag. road map (i still haven't uncovered that). but i know where my supersoaker is. and my napkin holder. it's all about priorities.
besides looking for strange stuff i thought i'd never need, scott and i spend our time separating our cats. they don't get along, to say the least. and we can never catch them in the act (to see who's starting it), but we always come in to witness puffs of cat hair and squealing cats hiding under beds and couches. but his cat, which is a male, officially got my cat, which is a female. we found an open wound on her back and had to make a $100 trip to the vet to get it looked at. bijou was shaved (only in that area) to reveal a recently broken absessed puncture wound from a claw or a tooth.
and when the vet stuck an irrigation needle into the wound, under my cat's skin, and squirted sterile liquid into it, scott almost passed out. it was then declared that i would do the irrigating from then on. so, now we have to cram a pill down my cat's throat twice a day and stick a plastic needle tip in her back. ah, it's like having children, except you can't tell cats to stay the hell away from each other. they just don't learn. we've already broken two supersoakers trying to teach them. so we're learning to live with the growling couches and beds and the hissing and yeowling. and if my cat shows up with any more open wounds, i'm turning loki into mittens.
the only news i have to report is that i think we've finally gone through the majority of the boxes we moved. i found my paper towel holder, thank god. but i hate it when i move and i put things in places and say, "ok, now, don't forget where you put this." days go by and when i go to look for it, i can't find it. and they're things you don't use all the time, but need them to function eventually, like my cell phone charger and my digital camera battery pack. my ipod sync cord. tape measure. dust rag. road map (i still haven't uncovered that). but i know where my supersoaker is. and my napkin holder. it's all about priorities.
besides looking for strange stuff i thought i'd never need, scott and i spend our time separating our cats. they don't get along, to say the least. and we can never catch them in the act (to see who's starting it), but we always come in to witness puffs of cat hair and squealing cats hiding under beds and couches. but his cat, which is a male, officially got my cat, which is a female. we found an open wound on her back and had to make a $100 trip to the vet to get it looked at. bijou was shaved (only in that area) to reveal a recently broken absessed puncture wound from a claw or a tooth.
and when the vet stuck an irrigation needle into the wound, under my cat's skin, and squirted sterile liquid into it, scott almost passed out. it was then declared that i would do the irrigating from then on. so, now we have to cram a pill down my cat's throat twice a day and stick a plastic needle tip in her back. ah, it's like having children, except you can't tell cats to stay the hell away from each other. they just don't learn. we've already broken two supersoakers trying to teach them. so we're learning to live with the growling couches and beds and the hissing and yeowling. and if my cat shows up with any more open wounds, i'm turning loki into mittens.
posted by mikraas at 9:53 PM
1 Comments:
I knew if I relentlessly checked your blog you would eventually buckle and show a cat with two butts.
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