Xusa has a Mom pick me up pick me up pick me up noooowwww.

DJ, do your cousins know how we know each other? I know some people are sensitive about that.

Jeeves makes this obnoxious blatting sound when he wants something.

As for hydration, he only eats dry kibble, and has refused any and all attempts to give him canned food. The only "people foods" he likes are: greens (the bitterer the better - he once ate an entire flat of arugula seedlings), Parmagiano Reggiano, and stinky blue cheese. All other cheese is of the devil as far as he is concerned, but he will come running if I pull the roquefort out of the fridge. I don't think cheese is an adequate medium for getting more moisture into his system, no matter how runny it might be.

Fortunately, he loves water, and is constantly begging me to turn the faucet on for him. I can also not leave water glasses unattended any more. I'm hoping, therefore, that adequate hydration won't be an issue with him. Having the Drinkwell fountain has gone a long way towards preventing UTIs with him.

I am supposed to administer subQ fluids for him, but I find I just can't do it - not to him. He's so fearful and sensitive that I just can't bear to do something that would harm the trust he has in me.

I get this. There are things I can't do to Sammie. I've been pilling cats for over twenty-five years, and I can't with her. That's without pulling the big guns of the blanket burrito. I can't bear the thought of making her struggle that much. If faced with having to administer subQ fluids, I would have to take her to the veterinarian every time. And while I am able to trap Harvey in the bathroom to collect a sample for a UA, not so much for Sammie. I can't. I can bring myself to drag her off to the vet, but I can't listen to her cry.

Oof, Barb. I'm glad Mooshu is better, scary vet bills or no.

Safe travels, Nora and smonster. May you have a delightful time in NO, hard work and all.

That's part of why I am still so grateful to you, Andi, for the pill pockets rec. I am so glad that Lucy's six months of hell were not compounded by me having to force pills down her throat every morning. The week or two I had to do that were traumatic on both of us.

OOf, all the kitty trouble is so hard.

I like it better over here, on Toddson's neck. With the candy.

ChiKat, make sure you see the video once you're home.

Okay, that eye candy video made me spit on my screen. But I do worry about the firefighters not being protected enough.

It's okay, ita. The babies are protecting them.

Koogie once said "Mommy" quite clearly, and I said "Yes?" before I realized I was speaking English with the cat. Hubby confirmed that I had not imagined what he said.

Shadow is pretty non-verbal, but he's got the "fill the water bowl, human" glare down good. Hubby speaks Cat much better than I do.

My Mom's dog, when she was a puppy, once looked at me and said my real name.

We tried to get her to do it again but she never did.

Blah, treasure them while they are young and cute. Just got back from a friend's house where we were sitting outside with her extremely drunk son forcing him to stay awake and drink Gatorade and water. Some girl gave him a plastic cup full of tequila which he drank. He then went to a club (kid place, no booze) where he proceeded to crap his pants and pass out. They took him to a friend's house and got him out of his clothes and hosed him off. (at least we are in Florida) At this point at least one of the kids had the good sense to call his mom and she brought him home then called me to give a call on whether to take him to the ER.

My son has taken over for me in the keep him awake and annoyed with us and drinking fluids game. He'll be ok, but man is he gonna be unhappy tomorrow. 17 and full of stupid. Kids! (My son was at his GF's house and wasn't around for the actual drinking stuff - this time)

Blah, treasure them while they are young and cute...

We had a nine year old get completely ripped at my sister's wedding! The lemonade was Lynchburg, he didn't realize it. Another guest was a pediatrician, she declared him fine. The next day he was pitiful, but that night he was a hoot. He dancedupa storm... A trashed fourth grader is pretty cute.

I've been home with my ankle hurting all day, and my sleep schedule is all off.