(I suspect Kato secretly likes getting sick, because he knows it means he gets rice with blanched chicken.)

That is how I knew we had to go to the vet.

I spoke to the early in the day and they suggested boiled chicken. I let his tummy rest for a few hours and gave him about 3 tablespoons.

He kept that down for a few hours. Success, I thought.

But, no. When it came time for his supper, he refused to eat it.

Cagney. Not eating.

Cue Bill Murray. "Cats and dogs, living together...MASS HYSTERIA."

He just keeps getting up and moving around. Stretching one of his legs behind him and just generally moping.

I dragged him out for a walk this evening and he threw up in the street.

I turned on the a/c for him and am wondering if I should leave him out of his crate to sleep...but that seems like a bad plan. Maybe if he is confined, he'll sleep out of boredom, if not comfort. If he DOES get sick again, I have materials ready for at two bed changes.

Poor boy.

Do you have a tarp and old towels? Maybe line the bathroom and have him sleep there? He can move if he needs to, but still bored enough to sleep.

am wondering if I should leave him out of his crate to sleep...but that seems like a bad plan. Maybe if he is confined, he'll sleep out of boredom, if not comfort. If he DOES get sick again, I have materials ready for at two bed changes.

Will he stay in the crate with the door left open? That way he could vacate the crate if he has to throw up, but otherwise can snuggle up in his den.

Poor Cagney and poor bonny! I hope that whatever it is has worked its way out of his system and he'll be fine tomorrow.

Glam, they are so super cute.

I am feeling a little better today, if still kind of murderous towards my boss and the universe in general. I know I shouldn't judge my insides against others' outsides, but it was graduation this weekend and there seemed to be an awful lot of well-to-do parents and college kids swanning about the commercial strip where I was sweating my ass off, many of them freely staring at us while we worked. And inside I was resenting them all for being at leisure. Really, gotta work on my zen. This whole bitter hag thing is not good for me.

Oh GC, Ford is such a cutie! And I love love love that photo of him sleeping. Utterly scrumptuous.

hugs to you, smonster

Always nice to see your pixels, Cindy.

The news coming out about the tornado provides yet another reminder that, despite how trying the last few weeks have been, my situation could be so very much worse right now.

Indeed, Frank. It isn't so much that seeing the devastation makes my burdens any lighter, but it does remind me that I do have much to be thankful for too.

Indeed, Frank. It isn't so much that seeing the devastation makes my burdens any lighter, but it does remind me that I do have much to be thankful for too.

I'm pretty much in this headspace, too.

wrod. I have to say I hope the dead-fish metaphor doesn't catch on.I don't love it, but it could be that I'm in the minority, as with the whole "spoons" thing. But that feeling is hard enough without being dogged by the reek of dead fish. OMG, somebody actually made the "LOL" mistake from the Newsroom last year? Although that was only *stupid* given to an eager twenty-something production assistant who may have been texting since third grade.

Andi, I can relate. It seems like everybody wants to tell me "I'm doin' it rong," but all they come up with is old stuff that doesn't work. Or me trying to date another SPED under some ultra-romantic "Two birds, one stone" attendant agency principle...that guy wasn't new to the *internet*...he was new to, like, making sentences. That's flattering.