Yay! The Cat's Not Dead.
Last night we spent the evening over at the vet's, waiting, sans dinner, in a fog of depression on account of it was so clear that Maggie the Cat, Girl of the Streets, had renal failure, and so in the middle of unpacking boxes and discussing where to put the clocks we were going to have to dig a grave out in what is, luckily, about 2 acres, which does give you a lot of room to pick out cat graveyards.
And I wasn't making this up out of tired overwrought hysteria, you understand; the vet thought her kidneys were failing too, as he told us when he finally gave us the blood work results, which revealed that Maggie, instead of being about to die, had a urinary tract infection and needed antibiotics, which we were supposed to put in chicken flavored baby food.
Well, Maggie is fine today, and she's pretty damn perky, too, on account of the loveliness of the chicken flavored baby food, which apparently beats cat food all to hell and gone.
Also the vet told us that the new wisdom among vets is that elderly cats should be fed what they like best, so both Maggie and Lila are now supposed to get all the canned cat food they want.
Hilarious, really. So here the cats are; they've got loads of new room, they've got places to explore, they've got mice to catch, they've got an entire woodland scene to look at through the window, and now they get all wet cat food, all the time, and they have just gone to kitty heaven.
Maggie's fine this morning. Ran down the stairs, rather than dragging herself along. Failed to pee on things as she went along, which had been her mode of behavior before we took her to the vet. Is pretty damn excited about the wet cat food.
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Now, in a change of pace, I'd like to address questions Ancarett put to me (I can't link to Ancarett's Abode this morning! What's going on! Where is she!), back when I asked her for questions so that I'd have something to blog while I was moving and distracted, but then it turns out I was so distracted I couldn't answer the questions.
But she was very kind to ask me these questions, so now I will answer them. In honor of Maggie the Cat not being put to sleep this morning.
(How many among you are reminded of Monty Python and the Holy Grail? "I'm not dead! I feel happy!")
1) What's your guilty pop-culture pleasure? You know, I don't think I have any guilty pop-culture pleasures, not because I am such a high-minded academic, no, no, I'm fairly low-minded, but because I just don't feel guilty about my pop-culture pleasures. No, wait, I tell a lie. While I don't feel guilty about my occasional obsession with Civilization II, I DO feel guilty about my tendency to use it, when I'm really angry, as an outlet for my feelings, by playing the Valhalla scenario, being the Stygians, and whopping the hell (literally) out of all the other players, including the elves and the mermaids.
2) You discover a new and enthralling knitting pattern. What would it be and why? Hmm. Hard one, today; I've done no needlework since May, and it's out of my head. Oh, I know. I'd like to work with beads, only not too many of them -- not an encrusted item, but one with a scattering. And textures to the yarns -- several different textures. But the same color. Yeah.
3) What do you love best about Britain? Well, though I truly admire the tea, and those little desserts in pots, and the bags of cut up fruits and vegetables you can buy over at the Boots for lunch, what I love the most about Britain is that last year, on Big Brother 5, the country voted for Nadia as the winner. Excellent country.
4) One of those TV design shows offers to come in and remodel a room in Bear's Retreat. What room do you think it would be and what would be your reaction? It's the kitchen, and I shoot them, because I want to do it myself. I wouldn't mind hiring architects to figure out how to do what I want done, and I wouldn't mind having contractors to get the work done, but I'm pretty picky about how things look, and it's never the way anybody else would do it, and if anybody comes in and messes with my house while I'm out, they are dead meat.
5) What's your worst academic nightmare? That somebody discovers, in the Ely civil court documents, some giant damn court case involving players, musicians, and a couple of bearwards, that goes on for months and all the way into the Star Chamber, that I missed. That would be bad.
Thanks, Ancarett!
Off to unpack more books.
And I wasn't making this up out of tired overwrought hysteria, you understand; the vet thought her kidneys were failing too, as he told us when he finally gave us the blood work results, which revealed that Maggie, instead of being about to die, had a urinary tract infection and needed antibiotics, which we were supposed to put in chicken flavored baby food.
Well, Maggie is fine today, and she's pretty damn perky, too, on account of the loveliness of the chicken flavored baby food, which apparently beats cat food all to hell and gone.
Also the vet told us that the new wisdom among vets is that elderly cats should be fed what they like best, so both Maggie and Lila are now supposed to get all the canned cat food they want.
Hilarious, really. So here the cats are; they've got loads of new room, they've got places to explore, they've got mice to catch, they've got an entire woodland scene to look at through the window, and now they get all wet cat food, all the time, and they have just gone to kitty heaven.
Maggie's fine this morning. Ran down the stairs, rather than dragging herself along. Failed to pee on things as she went along, which had been her mode of behavior before we took her to the vet. Is pretty damn excited about the wet cat food.
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Now, in a change of pace, I'd like to address questions Ancarett put to me (I can't link to Ancarett's Abode this morning! What's going on! Where is she!), back when I asked her for questions so that I'd have something to blog while I was moving and distracted, but then it turns out I was so distracted I couldn't answer the questions.
But she was very kind to ask me these questions, so now I will answer them. In honor of Maggie the Cat not being put to sleep this morning.
(How many among you are reminded of Monty Python and the Holy Grail? "I'm not dead! I feel happy!")
1) What's your guilty pop-culture pleasure? You know, I don't think I have any guilty pop-culture pleasures, not because I am such a high-minded academic, no, no, I'm fairly low-minded, but because I just don't feel guilty about my pop-culture pleasures. No, wait, I tell a lie. While I don't feel guilty about my occasional obsession with Civilization II, I DO feel guilty about my tendency to use it, when I'm really angry, as an outlet for my feelings, by playing the Valhalla scenario, being the Stygians, and whopping the hell (literally) out of all the other players, including the elves and the mermaids.
2) You discover a new and enthralling knitting pattern. What would it be and why? Hmm. Hard one, today; I've done no needlework since May, and it's out of my head. Oh, I know. I'd like to work with beads, only not too many of them -- not an encrusted item, but one with a scattering. And textures to the yarns -- several different textures. But the same color. Yeah.
3) What do you love best about Britain? Well, though I truly admire the tea, and those little desserts in pots, and the bags of cut up fruits and vegetables you can buy over at the Boots for lunch, what I love the most about Britain is that last year, on Big Brother 5, the country voted for Nadia as the winner. Excellent country.
4) One of those TV design shows offers to come in and remodel a room in Bear's Retreat. What room do you think it would be and what would be your reaction? It's the kitchen, and I shoot them, because I want to do it myself. I wouldn't mind hiring architects to figure out how to do what I want done, and I wouldn't mind having contractors to get the work done, but I'm pretty picky about how things look, and it's never the way anybody else would do it, and if anybody comes in and messes with my house while I'm out, they are dead meat.
5) What's your worst academic nightmare? That somebody discovers, in the Ely civil court documents, some giant damn court case involving players, musicians, and a couple of bearwards, that goes on for months and all the way into the Star Chamber, that I missed. That would be bad.
Thanks, Ancarett!
Off to unpack more books.
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