She said her daughter told her what happened yesterday, and she remembers none of it.

Ugh, gross.

I'd tell her that you will indeed call the landlord if there are noise issues and you will call the police if it sounds like violence is happening. Don't let her suck you into her alcoholic head games.

With alcoholics, you HAVE to set boundaries and stick to them. Otherwise you will continue to be subjected to destructive behavior, manipulation, and lies. It's unfortunate that you have been put in this position, but believe me, she doesn't care that she's done so, and will not act in any regard or with any respect for your feelings.

Ignoring this problem will most definitely not make it go away, unfortunately.

Anyone heard from Barb about Mooshu?

He's currently at the vet over the weekend. He had a very bad night on Friday night, just panting heavily and occasionally whimpering, so I had him back at the vet first thing yesterday morning. X-rays revealed a huge amount of gas in his stomach—they were able to extract a good bit with a tube down his throat, then fed him about half a bottle of Maalox to try to settle the rest. He still wasn't feeling great, so we made the decision to leave him there, where the docs/techs will be checking in every few hours, rather than risk bringing him home and if he suddenly worsened, we'd have to be casting about for an emergency vet.

The x-rays are currently with a radiologist just to make sure there's not a twist anywhere in his abdomen causing the gas to be trapped-- they don't think so, but it's a double check sort of thing. The more sobering thing is that his liver enzymes are super high-- this could be any number of things, from the onset of acute liver disease, to indication of a tumor. Hopefully, it's nothing. But if it is, we may have some hard decision making to do soon. We've done long-term care of a pet with a chronic illness, so it's not that, nor is it the money, since I'd sell every damned designer shoe I own to get my pets care, if that's what it came to-- it's more quality of life. He's a good boy and deserves the best.

I hope Mooshu will be all right, Barb.

Thanks for the update, Barb. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that it's nothing serious. Poor Mooshu. He's lucky to have you.

I have a thirteen lb kitty on my chest right now, motor going full speed. Door is open to the porch.

Poor Mooshu. (I love the name.)

Cosmo is starting to try to make banzai runs at the front door again. She wants to go outside SO badly.

I may have to get a cat tube or a hamster ball or something.

With alcoholics, you HAVE to set boundaries and stick to them. Otherwise you will continue to be subjected to destructive behavior, manipulation, and lies. It's unfortunate that you have been put in this position, but believe me, she doesn't care that she's done so, and will not act in any regard or with any respect for your feelings.

I do know this, and TCG and I have an agreed upon set of rules for when we will and will not call the police. We are going to let our landlord know what happened, which covers us if we ever feel we have gotten to the point where we can't live here anymore. Yesterday was bad, but we both agreed that it wasn't necessary to call the cops.

Tons of ~ma for Mooshu.

And now I am going to try to get back some of the optimism I started today with. We are headed to a poetry reading that a friend of ours is featuring at and then home to watch the Oscars.

Sounds goood , sj . and the rest of your day sounds fun.

We are headed to an art reception, soon.

if you ever have a vet suggest assisted feeding through a tube ( like the one in our cat) do it. In just 2 .5 days we have seen a remarkable difference. Andy is much more like himself and is eating more on his own. Seriously, I think his stomach forgot food is good.

Mooshu~ma.

Puppy~ma for Mooshu. Poor guy.

And I'm glad to hear that Andy cat is doing better.

My own pride are sleeping on my bed. In an interesting role reversal, when I got up from my nap, it was Sammie who took over my warm spot, and Harvey who continued being dead to the world.

Oh yay, Andy cat.

And thanks for the ~ma, everyone. I spent most of yesterday afternoon tearing up and feeling as if I'd fucked up utterly somewhere along the way. I so hate seeing the four-legged babies suffer, since it's so much harder for them to articulate what's bothering them, you know?