Today was Olli & Nazca's checkup at the vet's. They both freaked the heck out when I was trying to get them into crates to go there. Olli, we found out when we got there, peed in his crate and then soaked in it. I'm pretty sure that's why he was rocketing around inside his crate - to avoid his own pee. Poor guy. Nazca bounced off the walls of the house (literally) and made several impressive escape attempts, including moving the box with which I had blocked the opening in the pet gate. He peed outside the crate when we finally cornered him. Not fun to clean up, but better than him soaking in it like his brother.
My cats smell great now.
We got both of them chipped in case they escape the house and go for a meander around the block. Also I told the vet how Nazca is the least athletic cat ever (when it comes to jumping) and she was a little concerned. She tested his vision but he was so freaked out that she couldn't tell if he wasn't reacting because of vision issues or because of the freaking. She also drew blood for a blood test for cardiomyopathy. I'm hoping he's just a weirdo. More expensive medical issues we don't need.
After all the excitement I am worn out. We're planning a quiet evening on the sofa, catching up on Warehouse 13. And I think the weekend will see some blissful sleeping in.
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Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Too tired to think of title. But not too tired for alliteration.
Long day. Long, long day. Hungry day, too. And it wasn't just me. JD was hungry also. We are both drinking hot drinks after dinner in the hopes of convincing our tummies that we are full.
I went to bed early last night in preparation for today, and I think I'll go to bed early tonight too. An extra two hours of driving and 30-40 minutes of horse care make my day feel much, much busier. I hope that by the end of the week Pluto will start cooperating so that I can dash in, rub his ointment on him, and dash out. At the moment he is drawing it out. He steps toward me, he steps away. He wants his cookie but he doesn't want to cooperate. I hope he figures out quickly that the goop makes him feel good and that I'm not going to do something horrible to his owie.
So, here is a summary of my day:
Get up 45 minutes early. Race through breakfast. Forget to take vitamins.
Drive to farm. Try to convince horse to let me put goop on him. Halter would have been helpful.
Drive to chiropractor, where she tells me that my pelvis is all tilted. Again.
Drive to work. Frantically try to get things done before..
Driving over to pick up DeLee to go to the Asian Pacific American something or other luncheon. Try to restrain myself in the face of yummy food. Sadly succeed and remain hungry after inhaling a small plate of deliciousness.
Drop DeLee off, get several minutes of work done.
Walk to other building to sit through incredibly boring two hour presentation.
Take the long way back. Realize am tired. And kind of sore.
Work frantically. Find mistakes I made last month. Fix them. Eat emergency popcorn.
Drive to farm. Repeat dance with horse, this time with halter.
Drive home. No husband, no dog. Frantic dog manages to wake husband from pre-dinner coma so she can run downstairs to yarp at me.
Too hungry to wait for dinner. Start noshing on anything I can find. Mmm, raspberries.
Eat dinner. Get the sriracha sweats.
Still to come: cleaning litter boxes, falling into bed.
I got very little actual exercise today but I'm exhausted. Various parts keep hurting. Then they stop hurting. I feel like I'm a puppet and somebody is yanking my strings.
The last time I had to go out twice a day to take care of Pluto, it was a very, very long week. Kind of wishing the horse lived closer. Glad he doesn't require five times a day care like that one time when Playboy hurt his eye.
PS I just heard rustling, clanking, and crashing. One or more of the cats somehow managed to remove the end knob from a wooden curtain rod about eight feet up over the door, and pulled the curtain off the end of the rod. A) How the hell did he do that? B) Which cat was it, or was it a collaboration? Andy looked indignant when I accused him. C) What are the chances they'll leave it alone if I put the curtain back up?
I went to bed early last night in preparation for today, and I think I'll go to bed early tonight too. An extra two hours of driving and 30-40 minutes of horse care make my day feel much, much busier. I hope that by the end of the week Pluto will start cooperating so that I can dash in, rub his ointment on him, and dash out. At the moment he is drawing it out. He steps toward me, he steps away. He wants his cookie but he doesn't want to cooperate. I hope he figures out quickly that the goop makes him feel good and that I'm not going to do something horrible to his owie.
So, here is a summary of my day:
Get up 45 minutes early. Race through breakfast. Forget to take vitamins.
Drive to farm. Try to convince horse to let me put goop on him. Halter would have been helpful.
Drive to chiropractor, where she tells me that my pelvis is all tilted. Again.
Drive to work. Frantically try to get things done before..
Driving over to pick up DeLee to go to the Asian Pacific American something or other luncheon. Try to restrain myself in the face of yummy food. Sadly succeed and remain hungry after inhaling a small plate of deliciousness.
Drop DeLee off, get several minutes of work done.
Walk to other building to sit through incredibly boring two hour presentation.
Take the long way back. Realize am tired. And kind of sore.
Work frantically. Find mistakes I made last month. Fix them. Eat emergency popcorn.
Drive to farm. Repeat dance with horse, this time with halter.
Drive home. No husband, no dog. Frantic dog manages to wake husband from pre-dinner coma so she can run downstairs to yarp at me.
Too hungry to wait for dinner. Start noshing on anything I can find. Mmm, raspberries.
Eat dinner. Get the sriracha sweats.
Still to come: cleaning litter boxes, falling into bed.
I got very little actual exercise today but I'm exhausted. Various parts keep hurting. Then they stop hurting. I feel like I'm a puppet and somebody is yanking my strings.
The last time I had to go out twice a day to take care of Pluto, it was a very, very long week. Kind of wishing the horse lived closer. Glad he doesn't require five times a day care like that one time when Playboy hurt his eye.
PS I just heard rustling, clanking, and crashing. One or more of the cats somehow managed to remove the end knob from a wooden curtain rod about eight feet up over the door, and pulled the curtain off the end of the rod. A) How the hell did he do that? B) Which cat was it, or was it a collaboration? Andy looked indignant when I accused him. C) What are the chances they'll leave it alone if I put the curtain back up?
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