Yay contracts and bizniz getting done!
Boo Pix's back taking too much time to accept restored functionality :( May each adjustment bring more relief.
For whoever mentioned cats not having emotional issues, my younger cat, let me tell you about his behaviour last night. This is Malachi (or Mal, or cap'n tightpants) who is already on Prozac for his "anxiety" issue (why is a cat anxious? what about his life is so hard? that i do not know, but he was peeing on my bed while i was sleeping in it and nothing else worked. long saga of environmental and treatment attempts, only the prozac helped.) Mal is my lovely cat. While Nico sits nearby, just out of arm's reach, Mal will snuggle up on my lap and purr while i pet him, occasionally looking up at me with loving, dilated eyes.
Last night, after an hour of lap-sitting pet-loving he moved over to the stool where Nico likes to lounge. I went to pet him and after several minutes of petting he calmly reached out and swiped my face. No growling, no ears laid back, no indication at all that he was displeased (aside from the fact that he was not purring, but he doesn't always pur when pet.) Slashed open my eyelid with claws i had clipped not an hour before. I immediately screamed in pain and surprise, and whacked him across the face in retaliation.
After some minor first aid (very shallow scratch) i went back out to see WTH was going on with him. He saw me coming and ran. Just ran. I tried talking to him softly and gently and cat smiling at him with my no-longer-bloody eyes but he just looked at me like i was the scariest monster ever and hid.
This morning he ate heartily and followed me around, but ran off anytime i tried to pet him and watched me very warily.
I don't know what is wrong with this cat and sincerely hope that another vet visit is not in the immediate future. He's been eating well, hasn't missed a dose of the prozac, wasn't being harrassed by the other cat, allowed me to rub his belly with no problems an hour before striking out at me with no warning and no provocation. I just don't understand his moods. It's happened twice before - once to my friends toddler which was understandable (what cat doesn't strike out at a grabby toddler relentlessly pursuing around the house?) and once to my cat sitter which was upsetting but i rationalized away because she was an unknown person and i was out of town. But this time? No rational reason. He's got issues.
Great to hear the news, Hil! What a relief.
Happy Birthday to Tom Scola! I hope you are having a wonderful day.
I rehung the 3 curtains (price of having a clawfoot tub)
I feel you.
Much less productive here, unless you count going to brunch as Taking Care of Bidness. (We also went to the grocery store. And I am taking Kato for a walk shortly, since it is 73 and sunny. Then -- ugh -- I have a sinkful of dishes awaiting me, as well as a filthy bathroom. I keep telling myself that if I clean the tub, I can take a bath. It's not motivating me.)
Congrats, Hil!
Aww, Mal, feel better!
I also had a productivity lapse, as I took a bath (necessary! and I am dressed now!) but then lolled around on the bed for a while and cried because the SO reminded me to feed the dog while he was gone and I took it as a condemnation of my fitness as a dog owner and thus human being. Which he so was not saying, poor thing, but he's awesome and hugged me and talked me down, and I read a few chapters of The Good Earth, and now I'm back!
Okay. So linens laundering, and for once I did things in the right order and dusted the fanblades above the bed *before* laundering the bedlinens. And I need to check how long the pork loin roast needs to be in the oven and then I think it's time to head up in the attic to install the final storage panel and move some empty boxes up there.
Mal. Don't do that.
I brainstormed, packed a backpack, switched the laundry all around, and now by all that is holy I am leaving the damn house. Frankie's coming with, so he'll get a nice long walk. I think I might get dinner out as a reward for being so productive, especially since I'll be hungry in an hour or so.
Mal. Don't abuse your human servant.
Mal, Harvey would like to recommend walking on your human servant's hair as a means of asserting your authority - it does less permanent damage.
Was at a fandom friend's wedding this weekend. It was truly beautiful. Victorian gothic theme, with one of the most gorgeous wedding cakes I've ever seen, and her dress was incredible. And someone kept bringing me double vodkas.
Wishing mental health to all non-human companions of Buffistas. (I'm fairly sure Hamish had social anxiety disorder. And I think she was nearly blind, but that's quite possibly normal for very small hamsters.)
Isn't Hamish a boy's name? Large, redheaded Scotsmen's name?
Generally, it is. We have odd pet names. Our previous hamster was named after a seaside town in Yorkshire. If we get a cat or dog, which we are thinking about doing (if we can find a breed to which The Girl is not allergic), I might start naming them after electrical household objects. Or schools of philosophical thought. Or sociologists. "Walkies, Bourdieu!"
I have purple nails.
