Mister Kitty update: not much really. They xrayed him. His pancreas were "fuzzy." Which means ultrasound. And since that will hurt (he already hurts) this means anesthesia.
worryworryworry.
They've got him on iv fluids and nutrition and pain meds. He's still not eating as of 2 pm. He was soooo lodgy when I took him in. Which is what prompted me to burst into tears and run out of the vets' office. I didn't think to look at the cost estimate I signed until later.
I want my old gentleman hornball attention slut back.
Oh, poor Mr. Kitty.
I hope your pussy feels better soon...
(Dude, SORRY. But I really had to.)
Oh man, sara. Poor you guys!
The whole reclaiming "vagina" thing really did the world a disservice, accuracy-wise.
Pudenda is just such an unattractive-sounding word, all pendulous and droopy and faintly grey-sounding.
My default term for the whole apparatus is, I am faintly embarrassed to admit, cooter or cootch, but my actual favorite terms are cunnie and quim.
(Dude, SORRY. But I really had to.)
S'ok. It was a prime opportunity. I knew it was gonna happen!
You are at once charmingly white-trash AND medieval, pussy-wise!
I think pudenda sounds bouncy. A bit bouncier than I'd like, really.
My mother's favourite nose-in-the-air term was underpinnings. She's quaint some times.
Krav alert:
The Tyra Banks Show
"Surviving a violent attack" A team of experts teaches young women how to save their lives in the critical seconds following a violent attack.
Tonight at 5 in my market--one of the instructors in my instructor group will be appearing on it.
Which reminds, me, I asked our Jessi about her appearance on the psychic show Alibelle mentioned, and she was terribly self-conscious. And surprised it had already aired. And amused that I knew the name of the show as soon as she told me the station.
