Mal is hissing at Nico in a very one-sided battle over an empty cardboard box. Mal wants it all to himself. Nico is curled up on a chair cushion utterly uninterested in the box, but slightly annoyed that he's being hissed at for no good reason. Mal is so convinced that the box is the BEST THING EVAH that he feels the need to scare off the other cat. Totally hysterical.

I think part of them is still hoping for a miracle.

Many, many prayers for as much gentleness as there is available in the world for everyone involved.

Makes me wonder whose nephew he is, or if he slept with someone to get the job

I received a very sensitive reply from the owner. It turns out Junior Asshat is in his last week before heading off to the army. The owner hopes he'll learn something there.

I got the sense that she won't do anything as he has terminal short-timer's disease. That's fine. I just feel better that she has policies in place to avoid just this sort of thing happening ("We do all our work out in the open so that clients can watch. I hate it myself when the vet takes my dog away into the back to draw blood and the like.") She got me with that last statement. She gets my concern, so now I'm over it.

I made sure we called his mother to let her know (he's not one for talking on the phone, or I would have seen to it he told her himself).

What a wonderful gift, all the way around, Andi.

bonny, I read the "called the mother" quote as something the owner did for the jerk, and was a little puzzled and such. Like, "your employee sucks so you called his MOTHER? Because he won't talk on the phone?? WT...oh. Oops"

After I hit post I thought to myself, I really should have designated names for the quotes. I totally see the confusion as the result of my being tired and vague.

Sorry!

Oh, I just thought it was funny, bonny! Nothing to apologize over! :)

Hrm. Flight tomorrow, have to leave house at 5:30AM. ...and yet, time to get off couch and pack? Heck no!

Um, is anyone still around? I need advice. There's something thumping around in my attic. At first I thought it was just the wind, because it is very windy here, but the wind has died down and I'm still hearing strong thumps from the attic. I can't get up there - there's no pull-down stairs and I don't have a ladder, and even if I did, I'm not keen on sticking my head up there. At least I'm fairly sure it isn't a person; there's no way a person could get up there from outside, and they could easily have gotten into the house already if it were.

What the heck do I do? Call Animal Control? Wait til morning and see if it stops? It's midnight, and I'm worried.

Aw man, I have NO idea what to do!

Sounds like a critter to me though -- raccoon or squirrel who thought your attic must be warmer than trees.

I can't see how any creature could get into my attic from outside, to be honest. It's got me pretty spooked. It sounds like it's trying to dig its way through the floor - which would be the ceiling of the upstairs hall.

If it were daytime I'd call somebody.

Sounds like a critter to me though -- raccoon or squirrel who thought your attic must be warmer than trees.

Possum!

Some animals can fit through insanely tight spaces, which means Animal Control sounds like a good choice, and also opens up the prospect that you have an octopus stuck up there.