Man, Dev's got a burr up her ass tonight (um, not literally. The problem is keeping stuff in.) She's attacking everything. Poor Mister Kitty. Since she sometimes is like this anyway, I'm assuming she's feeling good, not out of sorts. I'm getting better with the flagyl. Still fucking flagyl though.

Good luck with Teddy's recup.

ION, HOT WATER HOW I LOVE THEE LET ME GO SOAK!

Yay Teddy! Great news, FredPete.

sarameg, it cracks me up when one of the cats gets into the MUST ATTACK EVERYTHING mood, but I do always feel badly for the other kitties.

In other cat news, we just discovered that the kitten has tapeworms. Fun. Vet says that fleas cause it--of course because the kitten doesn't go outside, we hadn't bothered to Frontline him. We=dumb All three cats are now Frontlined, and we're picking up worm meds in the morning. I really hope that they're liquid and not pills, because all three of the cats suck at taking pills. Argh.

FNL: I missed last week's ep. Coach Taylor is back to be with the family, I'm guessing? What happened to other coach? Huh. Maybe I missed more than one ep.

Too much TV.

Jen, they fired the other coach (after Buddy told Coach T he could get him his job back and it was a little bit iffy and Coach T quit the college thing and discovered after how unfirm the Panther's offer really was) and he cleared out after a final visit to Eric.

I don't envy the pilling. I envy the liquid even less because it is nigh impossible to get the liquid into Devi. The pills, I can crush up and dust on wet food.

The liquid with the plunger seems to work pretty well for me. Pills, nsm. The cats completely refuse to eat anything dusted with ground-up pills, and I cannot get them down their throats any other way.

As a chronic singleton, I'm way enamoured of those single servings of wine and champagne one can now buy. I can open stuff for cooking without being reproached by a dying bottle of wine.

Better evem yet is the facility of making myself a mimosa--just one, should I so desire.

Okay, ER part of the weekend is done with. Survive Saturday, witness lovers becoming spouses Sunday, and then I think we start back at the top again.

Sticking anything in Devi's mouth is a dicey game at best stares at punctured fingernail and scratches up and down my arms. If I can get something in her without getting near her mouth with my body parts, that's a score.

I guess it's good to get the weekend ER visit out of the way early ita.

I've located my flashlights, but I had one of those boxes of tapers from Ikea and I haven't been able to find it since I moved. Of course the trick is if/when the power goes out to be near a flashlight/candle and matches. Inevitably they're nowhere near and I'm in the one room without windows.

We got lucky. Our dog is loony, and likes pills. He used to get all excited when we got his pill bottle out and would beg. We tried disguising them in food, but he would eat the food, drop the pill, and then pick the pill back up so he could chew it. Crazy.

In other news, I need to go offline, because I caulked windows and ran speaker wire today, and my mousing tendons are sore. I am so slow. I hope I get better at it soon, or the drywallers will be ready before I am, and I have to leave shortly. I have one million things to do. But am I going to do them? No. I am going to have a hot bath and a lie-down. And maybe later a jalapeno burger.

I envy the liquid even less because it is nigh impossible to get the liquid into Devi.

If I can get something in her without getting near her mouth with my body parts, that's a score.

I am glad that Kittenish doesn't do that. Hates it, will hide really effectively, but once I pin her, she "lets" me force her mouth open with the tip and shoot the liquids back.