Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow…
The Koigu socks proceed apace. About another inch and I’ll be able to turn the heel. My mom’s feet are a little smaller than mine, so that should work out right, but I’ll put a lifeline in just before, just in case.
I’m feeling a little under the weather, so I doubt I’ll be going to the weekly knitting meeting tonight. Too bad, I always enjoy those, even when it turned out to just be me and one other woman like last week. Well, hopefully next week then.
Because I’m feeling under the weather, today is mostly consisting of my daughter watching TV. I have an ’emergency tape’ of an entire morning of the Disney Channel for just such an occasion which I pulled out. I’m not thrilled about it, but neither do I have the energy to catch her when she wants to leap off the bed into my arms, and better to lie on the couch than smack the floor.
Fortunately, she was over with her grandmother this morning, so she did get some quality time in. My husband and I dropped her off there while we visited a psychologist who we have heard is good at helping kids with behavior issues. Emily’s issues aren’t of the biting/kicking/dunking your little brother in the toilet variety, thankfully, but she does need help developing her social skills and coping mechanisms. All I know is that we talked with her for about 45 minutes and it cost us $150. I am eternally grateful that I have parents who are willing and able to help us out with this stuff. And believe me, if it’s for my daughter, I am not shy about looking for help wherever I can get it.
Because they have only met with us and not her, they do not yet have a diagnosis code we can submit to insurance. Maybe we’ll be able to squeeze some blood from that stone after treatment gets going.
It might not have been so bad, but the #$(#)* cat had to go to the vet yesterday. I walked out of there with cream for her butt, drops for her ears, twice-daily pills, Advantage for her fleas, more prescription diet food for her flab – but without $171 I had when I walked in. Ironically, this cat, the cat who is the only one left of our original three cats, the cat who is too fat to clean herself properly, this is the cat we got so that the other ones would get enough exercise. Yeah,that worked out great. People who come to our house commonly exclaim, “Oh my GOD!” when they see her waddle into the room for the first time.
I just hate taking her in because they always take her back to clean her up, then the vet comes out and acts hostile and disapproving like I’m a terrible owner for letting my cat get this bad. Hey, I know she’s got problems, that’s why she’s here. I swear, these issues do come upon her suddenly.
Fortunately, once I’m able to explain that until very recently, we had another much more ill cat whose weight we had to maintain, which resulted in Nerys’s current corpulence, and they realize that I am in fact wiping my cat’s butt regularly, and that she’s had ear issues in the past, they become more sympathetic. On the up side, now that she’s the only cat left in the house, I can tailor the feeding schedule to her. From her last vet visit she’s down from 15 lbs to 14.3, so there’s solid progress there. Now I’m supposed to feed her even less. Her screechy meow will not be pleasant to bear.
The daughter goes to my husband’s folks tomorrow and stays until Saturday. It’ll be a nice vacation for her, a nice chance for them to reconnect, and a great opportunity for the hubby and I to do grownup things, like go to movies and restaurants. It’ll be great to be able to do things on the spur of the moment. I’m really looking forward to it.
Okay, off to rest. Later, friends!
Good for you for taking care of the fat cat problem! I abhor people who have cats that become overweight, and insist that it’s perfectly fine for them to be that way. (Your cat’s stomach should NOT being touching the ground when it walks!)
We have a manx, and she’s still pretty svelt. But manxs aren’t know for getting too chubby. They’re already clumsy enough. A few extra pounds would probably kill them the next time they slam themselves into a wall.
Good for you for taking care of the fat cat problem! I abhor people who have cats that become overweight, and insist that it’s perfectly fine for them to be that way. (Your cat’s stomach should NOT being touching the ground when it walks!)
We have a manx, and she’s still pretty svelt. But manxs aren’t know for getting too chubby. They’re already clumsy enough. A few extra pounds would probably kill them the next time they slam themselves into a wall.
The Koigu socks sound like some kind of exotic fish, until I see “…socks…”
My Diva weighs about 14 pounds. I feed her a scant 2/3 cup daily (half of that is at night, ’cause otherwise she keeps me up all night). Oddly, she eats less now that the dog is gone, something that’s really weird when you consider she used to eat dog food, too. Consequently, I’ve cut her back to about 1/2 cup a day, and she seems to be happy with that. Maybe she’ll actually turn svelte someday, too.
Riiiiight.
The Koigu socks sound like some kind of exotic fish, until I see “…socks…”
My Diva weighs about 14 pounds. I feed her a scant 2/3 cup daily (half of that is at night, ’cause otherwise she keeps me up all night). Oddly, she eats less now that the dog is gone, something that’s really weird when you consider she used to eat dog food, too. Consequently, I’ve cut her back to about 1/2 cup a day, and she seems to be happy with that. Maybe she’ll actually turn svelte someday, too.
Riiiiight.