I'm glad it's treatable, ChiKat. I felt the same way when I had a cat with seasonal allergies.

Yay Mickey, youll be fine! You'll be fine and you'll be fine! Yay Mickey! Yay Mickey!

Thanks for the earworm, Aims.

I'm glad it's treatable but I find the irony of a cat with allergies irresistible.

sj, I'm late to this but I am so sorry for your friends' loss. My mind won't quite wrap around the loss of a child but my heart goes out to them.

Sorry, sweetheart. I'm still a bit stoned from the albuterol, I think. Either that or the codiene. One of those.

Thanks for the earworm, Aims.

Heh. I requested that song from ND at the Madison f2f prom, and as soon as it started to play, a bunch of the smokers poured inside and onto the dance floor, praising my song choice.

Just make sure you have a Holocaust Cloak.

Always.

Chi, so glad to hear you have a dx and treatment course. My Kittenish is also hyperthy and those meds have been amazing for her for six years and counting.

I've read all of Natter and Spikes, but usually don't have time to post as well as read (I choose read when it's one or the other!).

But I am poking my head in to ask bonny to repost her link to the pet food delivery? I bookmarked it but want to make sure bonny gets the referral!!

Oh, thank you so much Java! I'm off to Press to do just that. Much obliged.

Honestly, I love those guys. I ordered some treats last week and they came the very next day...for $5. Score!

Oh man, you guys. I'm just posting because Tim's not home from work yet and I have to get this out of my head:

I am So. Over. Goddamn. Death.

Another of my uncles, one of my dad's brothers, passed away this morning. He was the one who was horrifyingly ill-appearing at my other uncle's memorial service in September. My dad said that today he was maybe 85 pounds. Honestly, I am surprised he made it this long. He was only 64. So that's 2 uncles younger than my dad who have passed away. It was marginally funny the summer that they all started having heart attacks within weeks of each other, but dying in close proximity? Not cool.

I don't even know what, ultimately, it was that killed him. Dad doesn't know. It wasn't the same heart disease that the rest of them have -- he's the only one who never had a heart attack or stroke or any cardiac procedure. But he drank and smoked in prodigious quantities his entire life, was not a healthy eater, nor did he exercise, and he refused to see a doctor. So -- liver failure? General failure of everything? Don't know.

I am having a (gluten-free) beer in his honor right now. If I had whiskey in the house, I'd have whiskey. I will not have a ciggie in his honor because I don't smoke and the prospect of bumming a smoke in my neighborhood runs the risk of an encounter with (1) a gang member or (2) a hipster, neither of which I want to deal with.

Fuck, man. My *mom* is 64. My dad just turned 69. I know it happens to everyone eventually, that's the deal. I know that. But damn. God damn. I've really had enough.

That's really young, Teppy. I am sorry that you and your dad have suffered such loss.