This made me cry. I’m sorry, Cat Whisperer. I better go snuggle my kitty while I still have the opportunity.
I just came in here to complain that it’s really hard to find a ficus tree on short notice. 
I think that’s it - she’s not in any obvious pain, I think she just feels like shit most days. I don’t think I’d want to live like that, even if I wasn’t in huge pain.
Thanks for the support, guys - we do know what we have to do - the only question at this point is when.
A real one? Or a fake one? IIRC fake ficus trees are in every Michael’s/MJ Designs and, if you’re so inclined, Hobby Lobby.
Never seen a ***real ***ficus tree.
ETA: that was obviously for olivesmarch4th
ETA II: it never gets easier. It’s just what you gotta do. hugs
Fucking Shockwave Flash! I like Chrome, except that Shockwave Flash crashes in it all the time. Also, I liked the Web better in the good old days when everything wasn’t a video. And when are we going to get a browser with a goddamn mute button? I do NOT like it when ads suddenly start making noise.
If the universe really did take things like that into account when deciding who gets to have a baby and who doesn’t, there would be a lot fewer unintended pregnancies out there. Not to mention that fetal alcohol syndrome and the problems caused by smoking during pregnancy would not exist. It sucks, but it’s not the universe’s judgment on you.
I will take a picture of my TWO* when I get home, upload them and then post a link.
- One grown from a three leaf snippet of the other.
When I tell you to do it before you regret it, it is because I failed and will regret it to my dying day.
When my best bud in the world Little Guy was dying back in 2006, I hung on because I wasn’t willing to let him go.
Then one day I heard a thunk in the night and figured my cats had just knocked something over, rolled over and went back to sleep.
In the morning I found Little Guy at the bottom of the stairs, in agony, in his own urine and feces. Because I had just started a new job and was on (job) probation, I couldn’t call in sick. It took two days, two horrible days, for me to get him in to let him go. He never got up from the blanket I placed him on in that time. That was a serious, terrible error on my part, and I regret every second of the pain he suffered for my weakness.
Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s going to take some time to compose myself again from just typing that out.
My rant is that the tapatalk app keeps skipping loading posts, so sometimes I miss parts of conversations until someone else quotes them or makes a comment that causes me to deliberately go back and refresh.
I’m sorry about your kitty Cat Whisperer. It’s never an easy decision to make.
No, that’s cool guys. I don’t need any sympathy for my actual dead cat. Save it all for Cat Whisperer.
How old are you? Maybe it’s time to make an appointment for some preliminary testing?
Oh, shit, I’m sorry - this is pretty much all-consuming for me at the moment, but that’s no excuse. I’m terribly sorry your kitty died (our cat is named Max, too).
My condolences, Little Bird.
Now the dark, unnecessary bit; probably for the best, as he would have just eaten you eventually. 
Sorry, sorry, so so sorry. But with a user name like that one…
And in other news - the express line at Walmart 17 days before Christmas is not the place for your full shopping cart, then all your fucking around with splitting orders and getting gift receipts and price checks. 15 fucking minutes* to buy a pair of socks for the Christmas party tonight and a gallon of milk, with two customers in line in front of me!
*It may have been less - I didn’t time it. It was way too fucking long, regardless.
ETA: Today’s posts brought to you by the word “fuck,” apparently. 
I’m so sorry, Little Bird, I somehow scrolled right past your post. I’m sorry you lost your best kitty. Thanks for doing the right thing by him, and I hope that your memories of him (I think? based on being named Max … ?) help you through this weekend.
** hugs **
Express lane at Rainbow last weekend. Fucker had like 4 items, his total was $4-something. Less than $5. Fucker then hands a fistfull of coupons to the cashier and asks her to figure out if any of them are good for what he bought.
Thankfully, she just flipped through them really quickly, said NO and handed them back.
Then the fucker walks 10 feet to the service counter to have them go through the coupons for him.
And me without my mace. No, not the spray kind. This one.
A real one. I’ve been a Buddhist for like, ten years, but this year I decided I actually want to celebrate Bodhi Day tomorrow, which commemorates the Buddha’s enlightment under the bodhi tree, or ficus religiosa. I’ve always wanted a bodhi tree. The tree was kind of a last minute idea so I was going for the more common variety, ficus benjamina. Not available anywhere.
So I settled for ordering a baby ficus religiosa from Texas which won’t arrive until well after Bodhi Day, but anyway, it’s stupid how frustrated I am about this. I pretty much spent my entire day on it, neglecting all the other preparations I actually could realistically do, like buying milk for the milk-rice.
If it sounds like I know anything about plants, I don’t. My lucky bamboo is dying for Christ’s sake. Ficus are touchy plants according to the internet, and I think there is like a 90% chance I am going to kill this poor baby plant when it finally does arrive.
Am I enlightened yet???
ETA: Little Bird, Little Bird, so sorry.
Can you dig up a maple seedling (or whatever passes for “weed” tree seedlings in your neck o’ the woods) for the holiday?
touchy? Huh. I’ve had mine for 20 years, through 5 moves. They seem pretty resilient. (although that may be a size thing, since mine are 5-6’ tall) I throw them on the deck in the spring once it’s safe from frosts, and bring them in when frosts threaten in the fall. They’ve been outside through a number of nights that dipped into the upper 30’s and blown over by the wind too many times to count. They’re both in 12" pots and get an entire quart of water dumped on them once or twice a week depending on the weather (two per week when outside during the summer, one per week during the winter). As I said, I’ll take pics when I get home and post a link.
I use Adblock and FlashBlock. I haven’t had to put up with an audio ad in a LONG time.
(offers a hug)
I’ve had to take too many for that final trip myself, and it never gets easier, but it’s part of what we sign on for when we bring them home to leave all those pawprints on our hearts.
(sniffle) Must go hug Allie, even if she’s napping.
I got Max when she was about six weeks old and still small enough to fit in one hand. She’s been feisty, energetic, very talkative, and affectionate from Day One, so to see her take such a dramatic turn and slide so rapidly into this condition following her checkup a couple months ago is tearing my guts out. We’re keeping very close tabs on her state of affairs and we know it’s probably only a very short matter of time before she reaches a point where we have to make that terrible decision.
My condolences to you for your loss. I’m not looking forward to having to make the same decision for my Max.
Very sad story, Chimera. Thanks for sharing and giving us that cautionary tale to keep in mind. We’ll do our best to make the right call when the time comes and not put her through any undue suffering.
Fuck renal failure. :mad: