I throw Vicodin up if I take more than one (learned THAT the first day or two after surgery, when pain was bad: Rx said 1-2 for pain), but yes, it can be lovely.

I took it 3 days/per month for about 2 years before I finally had the hyst, and it was quite nice, as well as dulling the Cramps of Satan to non-fetal position, no sobbing levels.

GITS: Now that you have saved my life, do I gather from films that it is human custom that I must have sex with you?

Sweet zombie Jesus, no thank you.

So, we gave Xanax to Trinian last night. To say she is not thrilled about the kittens is putting it mildly.

Did it help her? Poor noodle.

Did it help her? Poor noodle.

We thought it did, but she just completely flipped out again and lost it at Ruthven. (Who cannot understand why Trinian is mad at *him*.) So another 1/8 of a Xanax, and she's back in the kitty chill room for a little bit.

When I was in the kitty chill room with her, I told her that I must love her, since I'm sharing my Xanax with her.

Poor kitty. I hope she finds her equilibrium soon.

I told her that I must love her, since I'm sharing my Xanax with her.

Heh. There's a guy I know in the neighborhood who does the opposite: he has a Xanax script for his dog, who gets way too worked up about balls and such, and you'll see him hand Cookie one and then pop one in his own mouth.

I told her that I must love her, since I'm sharing my Xanax with her.

Yes, indeed. Heh. I hope she settles in soon.

I just lost a whole long post. I have been doing that so much lately. Annoying.

Daniel, I'm glad you're home resting. Feel better.

Poor, Trinian. I hope she gets used to the kitties soon.

We went to a church flea market my aunt was running today. I ended up with a CD rack for $1. Then I took a nap because I was exhausted for some reason, and tonight dinner with the in-laws.

Displaced aggression, Jilli. She's not mad at Ruthven, she's lashing out at the most convenient target, given it's not likely she'd go for you or Pete, and her tiny brain might actually be afraid of the kittens who are making her angry/threatened/afraid.

TC used to go for the nearest human when seeing a cat outside would get him amped up. And then he'd come to the bleeding victim seeking reassurance and comfort.

Walnut brains, IJS.

Daniel, glad you're feeling better. Ginger, I've got no good advice, just extra-strength wishes for speedy departure of your too-affectionate cold.

So, we gave Xanax to Trinian last night. To say she is not thrilled about the kittens is putting it mildly.

Oh, poor Trin and you guys. And Ruthven.

Cats, man. Puppycat just puked and I was eating oatmeal at the same time. Was. Blech.

Walnut brains, IJS.

Oh, I know. Trin is legendarily dumber than the average cat, so the whole WORLD is making her angry and she doesn't know why, poor fluff.

I'd be fine with her being grumpy and hissing at the other cats, I'd even be kind of okay with her wandering around making grumpy noises randomly; it's the complete freak-outs, flailing, and yowling that I want to stop. Poor dim fluffy cat.

On the other hand, Ruthven and the kittens have been scampering around after each other.