Kristin-I've known several tripod cats and they all were totally at ease with it and got exactly around like their more-legged brethren.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
Thank you. And I meant to say earlier to everyone that I don't need any more brackets and don't want to continue to dominate the thread--I just know many of you wanted updates and thought I would give them here. Please don't feel that you have to reassure me over and over.
Thank you everyone for your love and support. I'll let you know how he's doing when I get him home. These first few days are going to be the hardest and more heart-breaking, but I have to remember that he's going to recover and be his loving self again soon.
Kristin, we care about you and we care about Byron. Please continue to update us. I know it will be easier on both of you when he is home being loved.
Kristin, you'll do great. Also, you have a nice little nest for him to come home to.
Well shit. I'm at the Red Cross and can't donate due to low iron. And of course they pick today to tell me my blood type (O-, neg some other factor) is typically used for kids with cancer, so I feel doubly bad.
I get that all the time, GC.
I tend to have oddly high iron. Consistently a bit above the "normal" range. I've asked my doctors about it a few times, and none of them had any answer other than, "That's weird."
I really don't want to be out here at sea right now. I want to be home with Kristin and my kitty.
Go Gloomcookie, universal donor! It's not your fault your iron is low.
Mm, the cupcakes and brownies sound delicious!!
I was woken up at 8AM by some stupid debt collector who can't figure out that "Dax Carson" does not live at my house. Gah. I think I managed to call them back and tell them that.
Then at 9AM a friend called to invite me to a Purim party and dinner at the temple. What does one wear?? I didn't realize when I agreed that this was going to mean I can't attend the Washington State Mr/Ms Leather contest this evening. Ah well. I was waffling on that anyway--was going to not go, to avoid the GILF, but then thought there might be OTHER hotties there that I could meet....but ah, they probably have girlfriends anyway. Sigh.