Bunny wobble
Well, I think Bunny got a bit cold this weekend.
I'm sure her anemia is progressing, (hopefully it isn't to the point of needing shots, because that means that there is officially an expiration date on my cat) consequently that means her tolerance for anything that requires extra blood flow is slim to none.
Its kind of disheartening to see her a little more out of it and it was freaking me out.
The good news is that she just slept a little harder after eating (and she's still eating well) and I managed to not muck up her fluids while I topped her fluids tank off (I did a crap job of it the other night and she's a little wary of it now – which breaks my heart. She forgives me right after, but looks at me askew when I set up for it.)
She is fine today, though; yelling at Tex for brushies and eating well.
I'm the mess in this situation.
I hate emotion.
Bunny and the disembodied Hand of Tex (cue scary music here)
I've also cleverly scheduled some time off at the end of the year which will give me 10 days in a row for the price of 4. No plans yet. Well, I might plan some cooking and some footie jammies time with a whole lot of knitting, but that's about as ambitious as I plan to get.
My fuel pump is still suspect in Beast, so I drive it only to get to work and back, with very few other stops and starts. I also keep the revs under 2500 rpm to not really stress it… I get freaking amazing gas mileage this way but I get flipped the bird a lot more as well. I did get confirmation from my mechanic that the part I found on the web is the right one, so (4 weeks later, thank you Merc Rx communication errors) it is ordered. We'll see how long it takes to get here and get put into service.
I've also developed what I believe is tennis elbow (I haven't talked to Dr. Google yet) from schlepping my 7 pound work laptop home everyday just in case my car dies at some inopportune moment (when do they ever die conveniently?) and I get stuck at home for several days. Its my own fault for lifting it with my left hand, but now I need to get my arm fixed as lifting even a dish send excruciating stabs through me. I can lift my arm, I still have range of motion, but lifting is out. Fun.
Tonight is Mabon, so I will be cooking this ( http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/roasted-corn-pudding-in-acorn-squash-recipe.html ) as the Mabon feast. I'll edit here and there on the recipe, but the corn chowder in the acorn squash thing sounded yummy… and how can you go wrong with something covered in cheese? (I'll let you know if I manage to do so…)
Anyway, that's all there is. No wait, I did get new shoes…
That's really it. Yes, really.
Go home now.
Happy Anniversary Bunny!
One year ago she crashed… I’m so happy she’s still here.
Il Buono, Il Brutto, Il Cattivo
Sunday we spent the day at Mikey's having the pre-birthday celebration for Tex (cupcakes and puppy dog noses trying to get in the cupcakes) and was a pretty good day. We got back to the apartment and fed Bunny, who was acting pretty normal, though she started slowing down about an hour later and then her front leg seemed to fill with fluid very quickly.
She wasn't acting right so I carried her on to the bed to pet her.
Her leg was tender, it was swollen so it would be tender, but I couldn't find a break or a cut. But she also wasn't putting much weight on it, so there was something wrong.
She started acting disoriented, but not in pain and it was one of the things animals do before they die… I really couldn't deal with THAT decision right then, so I tried to get her to settle and talked to her to keep her calm.
I thought I was losing her.
I turned up the warming pad in her bed to keep her comfy and just talked to her for about an hour. I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I was going to lose her at that point.
When she finally stretched out on the heating pad and sighed a little Bunny sigh, I figured we were out of the woods. Poor little kitty doesn't have very much blood as it is, when she gets cold I supposed it gathers center mass and leaves her brain to its own devices. Also, her leg drained nicely and she rested for a while as long as I stayed there. So I didn't move.
I fell asleep sideways on the bed and woke up about 3 am with my legs killing me (from hanging over the side of the bed) and had to pee like mad. When I got up, she stood up, all perky-like, meowed and hopped off the bed as neat as you please to go to the kitchen for her 3am snack.
I was still worried about her the next morning even though she was moving around well, eating like a little lion and generally acting her normal self. Tex was home all day Monday, so I went to work and left her in his care (he was a wreck at this point). I called the vet and told them about what happened and asked my vet to call me back with a yay/nay on bringing her in for a look-see and also what her test results were from last time.
Eventually, my very tolerant and long suffering veterinarian calls me back and says that her numbers are improving, that we should keep all her medicines at current levels and to keep doing what I am doing. He wasn't as concerned about the fluid build up in her leg as it had already receded. He did agree with my theory about her getting cold and her internal pumps going a little cattywampus.
Then he said he really didn't need to see her for another 6 months.
*blink*
This kind of floored me because I got the impression from his last visit, because he didn't give out a year’s prescription on the fluids and needles, that he didn't believe she had that long left… and she had lost a little more weight last time, I thought she was starting her final decline.
Such relief that I get to be around her a lot more.
She's such a sweet little cat. She's smart, she's hilarious, she loves me and frankly after 18 years of having her around, I don't know what I will do without her. I was basically a different person when I got her.
So, I still have my little kitty and I'll do every thing I possibly can for her while she still wants to be here.
Punto; full stop.
Have I talked about her lineage?
I worked at a bookstore in Austin and worked with some seriously awesome people. Melvyn (his nickname, I have a thing for nicknames…you may have noticed) and Amy were roomies before Melvyn became my roomie. Amy had Peanut the cat who was a dark brown calico. She had a litter at one point and one of those kitties went to her brother Marshall in San Antonio. Marshall had a problem with not spaying his cats, so lucky for me, she had kittens; I asked for the runt and got Bunny.
She's part siamese, I believe, and part calico. I always hear that she is the most beautiful cat… and she is :) . She started off with dark ears and tail and the rest of her was white with cream spots. Gorgeous then and gorgeous now that she darkened up over time (that's siamese trait) to dark brown, caramel and tan (calico markings). Silky fur and blue eyes…not to mention the siamese talkative thing. She's got quite the vocabulary. She even has special meows for different people; ring tones effectively.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/fredlet/tags/bunnycat/
I've mentioned before what weird luck I have. In fact, I wouldn't call it luck per se, but more along the lines of balance put upon me.
Something horrible happens and then something offsets it.
Bunny seemed like she was dying, then she was ok and I find out her numbers are actually very good.
or then what happened MON night…
My car's Check Engine light came on and I find out its just a little hose that we replaced summarily with a minimum of jostling… and I don't even have to use up my spare $100 part I keep in the car for the more common failure.
At 150k miles, the beast is a work horse. I love this car.
Its comfy, it gets reasonable gas mileage and its of a vintage that its still repairable by a non-dealer mechanic. (Even more awesome is the fact that Tex's nephew is my pet mechanic and we bribe him with computer parts and keep his machine going). I even have a spare ignition coil to fix it on the spot when I get that particular code showing on the code reader. However, it turned out not to be the case in this one. It was the mass airflow filter that we'd replaced a while back, and I didn't have a spare one of those…but Michael looked at it and said "Hmmm, this hose feels funny."
He replaced it and so far, so good.
So, Bunny still trotting around nicely, the tension levels (well, Bunny related tensions) in the house have calmed (ants are back…grr. I don't want to move but Tex is insane when the ants show up. We'll see what happens.(read:if he wants to move my apartment full of crap, he'll get off his butt, go find a place and organize the money to do so himself. I'm busy taking care of Bunny and the rest of life right now.)) and I think I found a reasonable option for keeping her warm when the radiator is off. Summer is coming and in NorCal is COLD.
I got one of those pop-up dog crates. I turned it on its side so that one of the vents was under her, the other one, now on top, I covered with a dishtowel to keep the warm air in and then covered the whole thing with a beach towel for insulation.
Her warming pad and current towel I moved in wholesale and set it all on the couch.
She was not amused.
She walked in and stood there with her tail swishing in that I'm-irritated-with-you way and didn't move for a full minute. Then she turned around, walked out and then climbed all over me (I was sitting in the chair where her bed used to be.) and gave me The Look several times.
After about 45 minutes, she got in, turned around and lay down, but still gave me the look telling me that this wasn't over yet. (I called it "The Oven"… obvious joke of "The Bun is in The Oven" followed shortly after.)
I think that it will hold enough heat to keep her a bit more comfy, but I'm sure we'll tweak the setup over time and see if she starts to get used to it.
So, the plan for the next six months it to keep her weight up. We're talking ounces, so a regular scale is useless, she's not featherweight so a kitchen scale is too wimpy, and some of the larger scales seem overkill.
My fabulous find? A travel luggage scale. Works in ounces and is compact. I'll just stuff her in a carrier for a few minutes every few weeks and weigh her; I'm sure she'll love that.
Groundhog Day
Well last week was crummy.
Just after I said Bunny was fine (I jinxed it, apparently) she threw up about 6pm and didn’t eat until 3am. I managed to get a little tiny bit of canned food juice with a dose of Pepcid in there to calm her stomach down and also gave her a bit more subQ fluids, but that feeling of dread and inability to get her to eat gnawed at me until she asked for food later that night… it was awful.
I’ve been pretty fortunate in that Bunny has been pretty stable since last July or so, but I don’t look forward to the ongoing bad stuff since I go from “somewhat calm” to “freaked the fuck out” in about -3 seconds.
Happily, this weekend was pretty low key and Bunny has been eating like a pig since then.
I finally made it to Half Price Books to sell off a lot of old books that I haven’t looked at in years. I’m aiming for about a 90% reduction in books… physical books that is. I still have ebooks out the wazoo. I’m also doing a bunch of books on PaperBackSwap.com so I can still read new stuff and see if I want to buy it for my eReader…then I can post it back up and send it away again.
On the way back from Half Price, we meandered around and, after eating, wound up at a travel trailer lot. There’s no way I could keep even the pared down set of stuff I have and live in a trailer, but I told Tex about my idea of putting everything but the trailer fodder into storage somewhere cheap and then doing 6-8 month contract jobs and just moving in between. He thought it sounded pretty cool.
They were nifty trailers, but not what I would buy.
Did a tiny bit of laundry, but not enough to make a dent in the pile… but I can’t seem to bring myself to care about laundry right now.
I have a HUGE list of things to do to the house. Mostly involving clearing out stuff (nothing different about that.) but it seems to be happening (that is different). I think the trick is that I got baskets and if it didn’t fit in the basket, it went.
I like baskets…also, wine crates, but those are harder to come by… I tried to buy some off of Craigslist, but they flaked on me (really, CL has been pretty good, this is the first bad experience I’ve had.)
The list is taking a while to get through though, I keep getting distracted by the computer in between tasks.
Ah well.
I also test drove the $10 roaster I scored at Target the other week. I was hoping to be able to use it with a brisket, but, while it did cook it, it needed the long slow breakdown to make it tender. So, I’ll probably hack it up and cook parts of it in the oven or put it in the crock pot as stew meat for another 6 hours or so. I’ll test drive a turkey in it sometime. We had it on the Kill A Watt and though it loaded pretty heavily getting up to temperature, it dropped consumption down A LOT once it got there and just did little pulls to maintain temperature.
Pretty efficient after all was said and done; but not appropriate for brisket.
Today, I’m just tired.
Happy Monday.
I’m either getting sick (again) or I’m PMS’ing
Lights are too bright and the human race needs to be extinct.
Tex said “Sounds like PMS to me.”
Bah.
Every 3rd word I’ve said tonight is some variant on fuck.
So, I made spaghetti sauce (its percolating in the crock pot) and petted the Bun who is plump and perky and rather sweet (aside from all the biting). Tonight she stood on her table next to my office chair (office being a 6′x5′ corner of my living room denoted by the dark wood furniture abutting the back of the couch which is the ‘living room’) and she put her paws on my shoulder and meowed in my ear.
She’s awesome. I’m so lucky I get to have her around more…
Also, I noted earlier in the day that the hoodie sweater I have on (of fine gauge stockinette stitch) has elbow pads of cable knit.
That charmed me.
All the rest of this week?
Hell.
(l’enfer, c’est les autres.)
I think I have a problem…
See this?
This makes me giddy.
I stared at it for 10 minutes in Target thinking of all the things I could do with it…
I could have beans slow cooking in one and then set up steel cut oats in another one and then also whip up something for dinner in the third.
Yegods, I’m a crock pot slut.
(Oh and my grandfather’s recipe for spaghetti sauce is teh awesome in the crock pot.)
So, Bunny.
I mentioned that I am SUPER HAPPY about her anemia backing off… primarily because the hematopoietin that they would have to give her (an injection daily) to stimulate the red blood cell creation (it is normally secreted by the kidneys, which aren’t doing so much lately) and has a high rate of rejection. After a couple of months she won’t tolerate it anymore… and my vet didn’t mention that there were alternatives to that.
So, while end stage renal failure is bad; the time for injections really does mean end-type things. However, the vet said we didn’t need to come back for 5-6 months after the last appointment (Dec ‘08) so that will put us in May… 1 year from when she crashed. This is not too bad for a cat in renal failure. When he has her come in more frequently that will not be good. So far all her appointments have gotten progressively farther apart. (Doesn’t mean I’ll slack or not watch her like a hawk…we might even run in a little earlier in case of fredlet freak out..)
Mikey’s dog had renal failure and dogs don’t handle it very well at all (Shadow died within several months) but his vet mentioned a couple of things that made my ears perk up…
1. cats seem to deal with it pretty well.
2. there is an alternative to the hematopoietin that doesn’t have the rejection… but need to go grill the guy to find out exactly what it is.
I suspect it will take me going there for an appointment (but I won’t drag Bunny, she hates travel) to talk to him at length and get the information.
While I do love my vet, we’ve been dealing with him and another lady who isn’t there anymore for the last 13 years. So they do know Bun, but if I can find an alternative that he will consider, then I will do so.
Anyhoo, she’s eating and eating and eating, biting me to wake me up to feed her, walking all over me and generally being my Bun. Its lovely and I’m doing my level best to BE HERE NOW and not dwell on the nebulous end…sometimes its hard, but I’m trying to keep my extra-strength imagination in check.
I also got back to walking this week. I plugged in my Nike+ to my nano and did about a mile+ every day and was able to track it and measure it then sync it to the nikeplus website, and I was pretty pleased with it.
Despite the fact that I am horking up a lung, today I went out and did more than a mile (30 minutes today; I did 1.04mi in about 18 minutes the last few days…so maybe 1.7 miles?) but I couldn’t tell you exactly how many miles I did because the little fucker disconnected and wouldn’t resync.
Turns out its quite a common occurrence with no known fix…and a profound silence from both Nike and Apple about the whole thing.
So, you’ll just have to take my word for it. I can’t post my little progress widget that they generate on their site with information synced from my nano to prove it, but I will be manually doing it. And if I can get the thing to read again I’ll try. However, part of the issue is that it poops out in the middle of the workout (today’s poop was at 20 minutes and I walked 30ish) and doesn’t keep track of anything but time.
Gah.
So, the plan is to do 5+ miles a week which is not much, but its a compromise as I get to walk in a safe area by myself and I don’t get sweaty and can go back to work. I can’t stay after work to do it either as I need to get home to Bunny to feed her. (Though I have some things I’m going to try to remedy that to let me stay just a little later in the evening and if I’m a bit sweaty no one will be in the office to notice anyway. Of course I’ll post on it when I get it sorted.)
a quickie
I have a terribly clever entry all written in my head (oh, aren’t they all) but it seems to be being shoved down into oblivion by cotton wool… I’m sick.
So I’ll just give you the short version… vet called, Bunny’s numbers IMPROVED (all of them including the anemia blood count… I’ll go into detail on why I am so happy about that later.)
Le sigh…
OK… off to stuff my cat full of as much food as she’ll eat. ;)
When I think of 2008
This is how I remember the months.
January: Meatacon
February: Bento Boxes
March: Texas Road Trip
April: resurgence of my ulcer
May: Bunny.
June: Bunny recovering.
July: stupid, zombie, mutant, evil ants.
August: 39…and an almost broken foot.
September: Seattle road trip with my cousin
October: Proposition 8 and becoming very, very disappointed in the festering, bigoted shitheads who voted to remove rights from people in this state.
November: Food.
December: Food.
and overall, its pretty obvious that when I think of 2008 I will be reminded of Bunny.
This week…
So, mom bribed me with shoes to get a lot of stuff done for her (it worked) and she said go take care of it.
So I did.
I shopped, she paid and magically, orange keen’s arrive on my doorstep.
I like it.
…and they are NIFTY! Thanks mama!
(and I think I got the LAST pair in my size and on sale even… such timing.)
Bunny did a behavior one morning (at 6 am-when i am not at my most alert) that reminded me of when she was going into the bad time last May.
Of course I freaked out and called the vet and got her in the next moment I could.
Then as I stopped hyperventilating (don’t drive on a bridge when you are seriously wigging out) and started looking at the facts (she probably hadn’t gotten ALL of her aluminum hydroxide as she isn’t obsessively scarfing all of her food. She’s not NOT eating or anything, but she’s at her mostly normal weight and eating habits of maintaining weight are vastly different from gaining weight eating habits) and it was morning and I normally have no idea what she does in the mornings…. this could be normal for all I know. In fact, she could be the one ordering all that stuff from REI in the mornings when I am comatose… no, wait, that was me the other night.
That morning I hydrated the bejeezus out of her (and it kinda leaked out, so probably didn’t do much good) to prevent any sort of dehydration issue that she might have while I was gone for the day. Normally I do it at night, so she was looking at me the whole time like “WTF?”.
Anyhoo, so I took her into the vet, as I didn’t want to reason my way out of possible behavior on her part (still don’t trust myself anymore) that might signal bad things.
Cause, people, this is it… this is the all the rest of the time I have with her and I have no idea how long that is going to be. You bet I’m going to fight tooth and nail to keep her from losing any ground.
17 1/2 years with a cat and you get attached…plus she doesn’t act like she wants to go. So, fine, stay.
The vet laughed when I told him my story and my theories, said she looked good, turned her around to face me (“Hey Bunny your mama can be the bad guy”) then poked a thermometer in her butt. All was normal, she lost 2 oz, but he wasn’t concerned by 2 oz and was pleased that I got her all onto 100% renal food finally (she wasn’t doing perfectly on just the one kind…so we mix and match stinky stuff that makes her fur smell rancid when she grooms with stuff the consistency of snot, which has kind of offset the stinky fur issue) and she doesn’t degrade into weird poo.
He told *me* to stop getting up at 6 am (you try it when she’s biting your hand to get your arse out of bed to feed her… apparently you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds, but biting one that hasn’t fed you yet seems like fair game.) and told me he’d see us in 4 months (hah, I’ll show him… I’ll see him in 4 months from the last consultation – 3 months from now.) Then we mocked morning people for a while and he said go home. So I did.
He wouldn’t give me x@n@x though… I probably could use it.
$52 panic attack.
Fine with me.
This week was also “week of flu-type thing” where I have no idea what it was, but I got in bed every night after doing Bunny maintenance, slept until it was time for doing different Bunny maintenance or going to work and did nothing else.
Total crap.
I feel better today and have managed to get a sheet on the bed (don’t laugh, its been awful lately) and 2 whole loads of laundry done.
Damn, its good its a weekend, though a friend’s dog is going through renal failure as well (he’s a 5 year old, so its confusing WHY) and he hasn’t eaten for a while, the vet is running out of options, so it might be his last weekend….so I’m not especially looking forward to after this weekend.
Awful.
Mom is packing up her house to move and I don’t especially like that either.
Apparently I am a mama’s girl.
I don’t want to talk about it.
Weekend recap
Priority items first: Bunny is GREAT. (I didn’t post on Saturday and Mama texted me a little worried – she knows I just shut down when bad things happen, I think I posted it on Facebook though.)
No bloodwork back yet, but the vet was super impressed that she gained 2 whole pounds and is eating all the time.
He seemed concerned and asked how much regular cat food I was giving her but wasn’t all that upset when it only turned out to be about 10-15% of her food all day.
He said he had planned to test for hyperthyroid, but that since she hadn’t lost weight (and kept it on without me using the anti-nausea medicine AT ALL) he didn’t need to test for it.
He said keep doing exactly what I am doing, its clear she’s thriving (and I told him about her being excited about the renal diet food and trotting though the house, then levitating on to the very high bed and he looked thoughtful and said “amazing. at 17 even.”) and I might not have to bring her back for 4 months this time depending on the numbers.
I got a second prescription for a different brand of renal diet food to maybe get her off the regular cat food – it wasn’t a problem with Bunny needing the flavor, but when I tried to move her only onto the renal stuff, she got a bit runny and I sort of freaked out and didn’t want to lose any ground by letting her get anywhere near dehydrated again. So I went back to the previous mix. He said that was weird but if it made a difference, definitely keep her hydrated. I asked if he wanted to give me another script for a different kind of food to try to see if that would work instead, he did and I need to order it today..can’t find anything locally at all.
Saturday had started off way too early.
At 5 am (you know, that time I don’t ever want to see) Bunny was jumping up and down on me a little worried. I figured that she was just hungry, so I rearranged her food only to find that the ants were there before me.
So I dragged my arse out of bed, fed her in the kitchen so we’d have about 5 hours in between feeding and the vet visit (they say 12 hours, but it is just too hard on her to go that long without. I told the vet that and that the last time we came in she didn’t do 12 hours either and the numbers held steady then as well. We shall see, but I’m still not going to torture my cat when I know I can prevent it.). Then I attacked the ants with the Method Grapefruit Wipes and spray. Works like a charm, but I’m not charming at 5 am, so I made coffee and watched some infomercials.
I knew if I went back to sleep I’d miss the vet appointment, but I catnapped anyway and woke up just in time to throw clothes on, catch Bunny and go.
She was utterly unamused by this trip.
Survived the trip there, the appointment and back home (Bunny didn’t unwind as much as she had previously, so she sulked for a little while when I got back.) I knew if I fell asleep I was going to sleep all day, so Tex and I went to Mikey and Lee’s and got some errands done, had some AMAZING ribs then came home to feed the Bunny.
She’d forgiven me by then.
Sunday I got a harebrained scheme to fix my closet that refuses to be tidy. I moved my Elfa drawers back into the actual (and woefully inadequate) closet then decided to add another hanger rod where it used to be (here is a pic of the set, but it is two iterations out of date… the luggage was where the Elfa drawers were and now the new hanger rod.) to hang all my trail clothes/cold weather clothes/favorite new thing du jour.
Have I mentioned I LOVE Stolmen? Its like a closet version of Tinkertoys.
I got more hangers at Ikea on a kamikaze run last night before they closed (I was feeling that manic feeling where I’d never sleep if I didn’t get this done RIGHT THEN) as well as that light that I wanted originally, a new dish scrubby and some skirt hangers. Got it all hung and leveled (with the help of a free iPod touch app ;) ) and my clothes are being arranged slowly. I need a few more of those padded pants hangers from Target, but they were out of stock yesterday when we went. I’ll go today after the doctor’s appointment. (Podiatrist, the foot is immensely better, but still not there… it feel crunchy when I accidentally roll on it and that squicks me out something fierce.)
I’m tired and busy (nothing new) and all I want to do is hang out with the Bunny and either read or design new closet iterations (nothing new).Still need to win the lotto, but it is being recalcitrant.
THE best bday present… bar none.
Thanks to all of you clever and generous folks who sent presents… but the best thing I have this year is right here:
:)
the room progression is slow
It took a couple of weeks to get the latest stuff put up in my latest Stolmen variations. But we finally got a shelf upon high, another hanger pole (not for clothes, mostly for stability and for hanging a light… and the Ringer’s Lactate for Bunny.) and the stuff around them arranged this last weekend.
The other night I went to Cost Plus after work to see what kind of pendant/hanging lights they had for cheap and I almost settled for a lamp kit and a paper lantern, but it didn’t seem exactly right. I pawed through the patio/xmoose lights and saw some that would be ok, but not exactly right either. Then, as I made my 57th pass through the same aisle, I saw a set of lights with Chinese silk shades that were just about perfect (would have been more perfect if they were a bit cheaper and if one of the tassels weren’t missing. Its not terribly obvious though…) So I got those and then came home to put them up.
They look fantastic… I really love them.
I also got a “branch light” (that looks like a tree branch with no leaves and LEDs out the end) and was pretty excited about it, but when I plugged it in at home and half the lights weren’t working I was less excited. Then I sat back and couldn’t really figure out what I wanted to do with it so I will probably just return it rather than exchanging it. The good thing about this is that I will get some moola back, the bad thing is that I will be near to the red picnic basket that I virtuously resisted the other night. We’ll see if I can resist it again.
My closet is still a war zone, but I think I can get rid of a bunch of stuff (cross your fingers) and get it usable again. I’ve already gone through a bunch of shirts/pants and hung them up nicely and weeded out a bunch of clothes on hangers I really don’t need there. Anything that didn’t get on a hanger (or in one of the very few drawers I actually have) might just have to get gone.
I’ve been doing a lot of cooking lately… no idea why, just have wanted to. Tex is requesting alfredo sauce on a daily basis, so I guess he likes that. I still do my strange “have one thing for dinner” on occasion, such as Sunday night we had corn on the cob for dinner (organic white corn, yum.), another night I had an artichoke, etc. Though I did another roast bird (cornish game hen) and splurged with mushrooms, carrots and potatos! Wow! Variety!
Still haven’t figured out my next big meal. Might involve butternut squash (since I have one mocking me in the dish on the cabinet.) but might turn out to be a cassarole. Tony Bourdain ate an ant egg frittata on No Reservations when he was in Laos, but I don’t think I want to make that.
Leo Yahoo Horoscope
I hope I’m not repeating myself and if I am that you can forgive me but it really is a case of “hang on in there” right now for you. The Sun is slowly but surely coming to the end of its annual stay in your 12th House, which is basically the darkest part of your chart. When the Sun is here, it means it’s been 12 months (nearly) since your birthday and ergo 12 months since you last had the rejuvenating glorious rays of the Sun in your sign. Which, in a nutshell, is why you’re so ex-haus-ted.
In other news, its been 8 (7+1) years since I got married (and subsequently divorced) I am a whole new person now-cellular and otherwise.
Good.
I have to get the closet area cleaned IMMEDIATELY. Bunny now looks attentively at the floor from her bed upon high like she is sighting a mouse. It wouldn’t be out of the question in this old building, but it would be out of the question for one to be in my bedroom, thankyouverymuch.
So, I need to get everything tidied and make it so that there are fewer places for hiding. We’ll just hope she’s hearing it scurrying around in the walls or along the outdoor wall of the building.
Bunny is super well.
She was batting around a piece of paper on the floor the other day… its so weird having an actual cat again. (She never has done it for long… 10 seconds is her max at playing, then she gets weirded out and runs away). Still trotting around, eating incessantly, REALLY hating the fluids now that she’s so full. Its a struggle to be consistent about it, but I can’t even remotely give her the full amount each night so we settle for at least half every day and I sneak in lots of water in her food bowl.
She’s working out all the mats and grooming (hence the hairball the other day – nifty.) and looking really good. Her fur is back to Bunny silk again and its nice to run my hands along her and not feel boniness or rough fur.
I am trying not to dwell on it, but HOW THE HELL DID I LET HER GET THAT BAD?
I’m a bad person.
Gah.
…but every day I still tell her thanks for wanting to hang around with me and I send of mental thanks to the universe for the ongoing gift that is Bunnycat.
Some SERIOUSLY GOOD news
Just got the call from the vet, Bunny is really doing well.
No drops in blood count or renal capability numbers and the aluminum hydroxide is making a huge difference. He said do exactly what you are doing and he’ll see her in 2-3 months!
Goddess… such a relief. I’m always afraid to hope and I just stay absurdly happy each day I have her feeling well.
Total fucking gift.
And I just went and hugged the Bunnycat and kissed her little Bunny head and she looked all irritated.
That’s my girl (but she can’t fool me, when I am in bed, she’s in her bed and I lean over and kiss her little Bunny head, she purrs…)
