Windsparrow, many thanks, that link was perfect. I do need to call the vet in the morning to confirm what kind of crystals. I'm pretty sure stryuvite but can't recall if the vet actually *said* that any of the multiple times he's had crystals in his pee, or if i'm just making that assumption because he's young and otherwise healthy.
It sounds like pretty much any decent canned food i pick up (i'm pretty picky about meat meat meat no grains for my felines) will be an improvement over even the best dry food. The vet isn't hard-selling their prescription food yet which makes me love them even more. Well, that and the front desk techs who ooh and ahh over Mal every time he comes in. "Maaaaalachi!!!" they squeal and he pokes out his little head to the chorus of familiar voices. Ok, maybe he's just spent too much time at the vet, but i groove on the fact that they recognize his cat carrier and that he's happy to be petted by someone wholy associated with the eeeevil vet (he always hisses at anyone in a white coat. smart little man is my cat.)
FFS PixDesigns. I kinda wonder at what point the grief becomes so utterly overwhelming that it's not only acceptable but necessary to start laughing hysterically at every new misery that gets heaped onto the pile.
Health~ma for ND's mother.
And, what erin said. At some point, you have to go crazy to keep from going insane.
ND, lots of =ma for your mother and you guys.
Deb got a shout-out on boing-boing [link]
Health~ma for ND's mother!
I spotted this on Shakesville.
I am feeling crabby and not like working at. all.
I think someone just (well, 30 minutes ago) pulled a wire at foot-height, causing me to trip and fall on Jaffa street (which is on constructions). I'm just not sure if that was on purpose or not.
I'm a bit scratched and there was minor bleeding, and it hurts a little bit, and my mouth got filled with dirt (I stopped the falling also with my chin, along with arms, elbows and knees). But since I'm not that clumsy, and since two grown men crossed the same spot seconds before me, and since the wire seemed to be pulled only when I crossed there (and I looked carefully where I'm stepping just before crossing) - and they closed the spot immediately after I managed to pick myself up from there, and since all the people who happened to be religous men that were in my immediate vicinity didn't bother to move a mussle to see if I'm alright - I don't even know what to think. A builder did offer my water, though. This is a pretty nuetral place, even though mostly religous people live there, because it's close to the market. So I'm not sure if this was about my (not-that-big) cleavage.
And I wondered what will make me to kill everyone today. Huh.
Yay Deb!
I spotted this on Shakesville.
Never a fan of the show, and I still went "awww." (And, me being me, relished the subversion of a classic male narrative)
I am overcaffeinated and feeling overwhelmed. Must be [n]day.
