As Willow goes, so goes my nation.

Oz ,'Selfless'


Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


askye - Aug 04, 2007 11:02:46 am PDT #71 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

Mom's cat does the same thing, so she always fixes a glass of ice water for both of them.

I keep meaning to get a water bottle for my bedside, because I like to drink water before bed, but Anna will knock over the cup to get to the water.


beth b - Aug 04, 2007 11:05:54 am PDT #72 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

percey liked running water - but our bathroom sink didn't work.( low faucet , shallow bowl) so we had a glass by the sink. now, he can't really jump - so there is a tall ceramic thing - maybe a vase, maybe a spoon holder fo r a kitchen that he uses. anything more like a glass is better. Ask me why we use waterbottles


Beverly - Aug 04, 2007 11:06:10 am PDT #73 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Katie! ::tacklehug::

So, hi. How are you?

When I'm sick, I want everyone to leave me alone. Ideally, there would be some sort of mechanism that would automatically deliver soup and ice cream without my having to do anything. I am crabby with anyone who keeps checking on me and particularly crabby with people who decide to stop by and "help." I will only reluctantly accept help when the doctor requires it. They won't let you drive yourself home after surgery.

Lord, I am SO Ginger.


Laga - Aug 04, 2007 11:11:40 am PDT #74 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

When I'm sick I want my mommy. No mommy substitutes shall be accepted. This usually means I get left alone when I'm sick since Mom lives too far away to just hop over and rub my tummy.


Katerina Bee - Aug 04, 2007 11:14:15 am PDT #75 of 10001
Herding cats for fun

Ima doing well, Beverly. I got a bike for my birthday, and I am painfully re-acquiring "bike butt" because, ouch. Somehow that was never a problem when I was a kid.

Gracie, OTOH, not doing all that well. I'm getting tired of cleaning up after her beside-the-litterbox messes and the way she flings her food all over the room, which attracts the ants. Tired of the altercations she provokes with her peers. Tired of her stepping on my face at night on her way to my water glass.

I'm actually looking forward to the day I no longer have her in my care. Not quite ready to have her put down, but.... maybe enough is enough for this particular rescue. One good year.

I don't wanna be left alone while I'm sick. I want anxious caretakers hovering over me, offering chicken soup and ginger ale, foot rubs and books and extra blankets.


Anne W. - Aug 04, 2007 11:15:14 am PDT #76 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

When I'm sick I want my mommy. No mommy substitutes shall be accepted

This is very much true for me as well.

Jeeves eats kibble and only kibble. I've tried him on various wet foods over the years and he ignores them. The only people food he will go after are raw veggies. He stays fairly well hydrated thanks to a water fountain, however.


Anne W. - Aug 04, 2007 11:17:06 am PDT #77 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Yay! Katerina Bee! Good to see you!


sumi - Aug 04, 2007 11:17:24 am PDT #78 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

I think I'm going to call my landlord on Monday and ask when the last time this part of the building was snaked. Clearly there are issues.


Laura - Aug 04, 2007 11:47:27 am PDT #79 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I am painfully re-acquiring "bike butt" because, ouch.

Ouch indeed.

I don't mind being fussed over when sick. But I do like the quiet and a number of my family members are not so quiet.


WindSparrow - Aug 04, 2007 12:26:30 pm PDT #80 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

So, would you switch to feeding raw? I've thought about it but realize that I don't even take that kind of time feeding myself.

I can't see how this would get the cats into better hydration, at least not enough to overcome the Ew! Raw Meat! squick factor. I have been pondering the possibility of a homecooked diet, but I am not done researching that yet.

And I have been thinking on getting a cat fountain. We know they would drink out of it, as they happily drink out of the zen-rock-garden decorative fountain we have, when we have water in in it. As a matter of fact, Harvey was quite pleased to drink out of the lead crystal bowl I had floating candles in, a few years back. We don't leave the decorative fountain with water in it, due to massive crunchy water issues. Also, if the cats are going to drink out of it, I'd be happier if it were easier to clean. Hence the desire for a cat fountain, as those are generally meant to be relatively easy to clean. The $160 vet bill for Harvey was planned and budgeted for, but the $180 total for Sammie this month puts a bit of a spanner in the works. (not to mention one of these next days I need to try to get a UA sample from her so we can be sure she beat the UTI).