Leo was weighed at the vet Thursday: 14 freakin' pounds. She pronounced him "perfect", and speculated jokingly that he might be part puma. I suspect he can put all 14 pounds weight on one foot, too, if that foot is on me. He's a long tall cat.
It's my humble opinion that the usual instructions for feeding cats isn't enough food for many of them. Percy was fed exactly the "right" amount of food by his previous people, with a measuring cup even, and he was a skinny miserable thing when I got him. Now? Not so much. At first he would gorge himself on food and then, of course, throw up, but once he realized (I guess) that the food wasn't going to go away, he got a lot calmer. Now he seems to just eat when he's hungry, as does Leo. (I free-feed.) He goes for his check-up Tuesday; I'm expecting him to be over 10 pounds.
I really need to go to the library, but I do not want to get dressed
I really need to get dressed, but I do not want to go to the library.
My friends are taking me to afternoon tea at The Palace Hotel today for a very belated birthday celebration (one of them was out of town for three weeks). I've been looking forward to it for weeks! Yay!
But right now I am a middle-aged cliche waiting for "Rizzoli and Isles" and "The Closer" on TNT.
Norming. I mean, Morning.
Cooofffffeeee. GNAR.
Morning. I went dancing last night, and got to hang out with DancingCrush, but seem to have further determined that she is not interested, and also that she is probably too vanilla for me anyway. Must keep that in mind.
Today, I need to run some errands, and then am going over to a friend's who has a pool, and hanging out, and later tonight maybe clubbing.
I went out and about to run errands with Amyth this morning, but now it's 93F and humid (heat index of 108). So I'm spending the rest of the day inside, hiding in the AC.
I have a baby shower that is segueing into a party afterwards. It's hot as hell here; I'm going to try to find a little cool dress at Target when I get the gift.
I just had a cinnamon roll. NOM NOM NOM.
