I could smack one of my friends. I emailed him a question. He calls me. I’m at work, he knows I’m at work or he should. He actually called twice, because apparently me sending him straight to voicemail the first time wasn’t enough of a hint.
(I know, what am I doing making personal emails at work. That’s not entirely relevant.)
Mr. Shoe and I have both sworn if we ever catch our own Bad Cat in the act, that human-on-cat peeing will commence. Even if I just went, I promise, I’ll conjure up a few drops. (Luckily for Cat, he’s been a Good Boy lately…)
Why the FUCK is the old-skool “Batman” theme stuck in my head?!? I’m sitting here trying to work, listening to constant nonstop “nah-nah-nah-nah-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-*nah-*nah-nah-nah-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-BATMAN!!!” in my skull.
Atomic batteries to power! Turbines to speed!
And he messaged me on Facebook. I responded - he says he’s trying to answer me. EMAIL ME! That’s why I emailed you! FOR FUCK’S SAKE.
(He does this sort of stupid shit all the time too. Any time he has news he insists it’s too important to talk through text and we have to do it by phone. Where if he would just TELL me by whatever method we’re chatting, it’d be done instead of arguing over it for ten minutes and then his news take one. And I’m lucky - if I lived in the same city as him, he’d insist it had to do it in person. WTF?!!!)
Hey purp, I have no idea why this cracked me up, but it did! 
That extraction I had on Friday? I do believe that I’ve developed dry socket.
Oh, crap. Back to the dentist - get that clove stuff that they make you stick in there.
Yeah, my husband is taking tomorrow off so he can drive me around while I’m doped up again.
I can’t rant today.
Because today, I got a job offer (that I accepted! for a good salary!), *and *the vet tells me that my cat is very, very healthy for a 16-year-old kitty with hyperthyroidism. His glucose levels are very good, and he’s just full of piss and vinegar and is eating everything I give him, a welcome change from last week when he wouldn’t eat anything and didn’t try to get away from me or the vet or even fuss about being in the car or at the vet’s.
Yay! for new jobs! and double-yay! for healthy(ier) kitties!
Well, okay, then. I’ll take your turn.
What is it with these kittens and sheets!?
So far, in the past few weeks, they’ve been very good about doing all their business in the box, except…
Sheets.
Somebody peed on the sheet we use to cover the birdcage. Somebody peed on the sheet that we sometimes use for napping on the couch. And now, four or five times in the past ten days, somebody has wet our bed. The first time it was while we were in it, just before I got up to feed the little buggers. The second time, two days later, it was during the day. They were shut out of the room for a few days. That’s kind of a hardship on mama cat because she loves to sit in our window and sleep on the drawer unit in front of it.
Yesterday I, cautiously and very observant, let them back in there. They were fine. We went out for the evening and when we came home I checked. No problem. Five minutes later I went back in, and there was little black kitten, busy wetting the bed, right below my pillow. I grabbed him and dropped him into the box, but then I still had to wash everything, and we had to spend the night without the mattress pad, because it took too long to wash and dry, and my husband didn’t want to stay up that late.
Damn kittens!!
Look, I put up with a lot of peeing from Raido before I finally got rid of her (and I sincerely wish I’d done it sooner), but one thing I will never ever tolerate from a cat is peeing on my bed. That’s an instant death sentence, no reprieve.
Fortunately, it has only happened twice, and both cats lived due to extenuating circumstances.
When my bud Little Guy was 20 and failing, he lost control of his bladder two mornings in a row the minute I got out of bed. Poor guy could barely move as it was. Fortunately, I had placed a plastic matress cover on the bed and it only wet the sheets. As he died within 2 weeks of that, and I knew he was dying, nothing came of it. It wasn’t a malicious act on his part, it was sincere loss of control.
I went out of state on a trip. I left my bedroom window open for the cats. A storm came up and the door blew shut, trapping Bertie in my bedroom without food or water for 3-5 days. When I came home there was a wet spot on the bed and a very frightened and upset cat. I cleaned it up, gave her good food and water and that was it.
But walk in on a cat peeing on my bed for no good reason?
DEAD.
Yay! for good news!
It sounds like someone got a cute lil’ puppy and then banished him to the backyard when he had the gall to grow big, busy and without built in manners.
Yes, rescuers need to be a combination of softy and practical. Our national club spent a lot of money they didn’t have on medical care for a bunch of dogs that it was pretty obvious from the outset wouldn’t ever be adoptable. Four months and thousands of dollars later, four of the five had been put down due to trying to bite. The fifth one lived out her days with the volunteer who took her and refused to give up on her, but she spent years managing her so she wouldn’t get the chance to bite a person or dog.
After that, the club set a budget for rescue, so they could learn to be practical…
Good luck with the Lab! I’ve had some older big dogs in for training who had zero for manners, but never one that old. I feel your pain.
I’m not afraid of Keyser Soze, but I’m afraid of Dry Socket. I’m very very sorry you’re dealing with that.
And since it’s still a rant thread, Hey! downstairs neighbor. Quit putting your fucking ballpoint pens through the laundry. If you can’t do that wipe the stupid ink out of the stupid dryer. And guess what, you don’t have to wash you clothing items individually. There are these things called loads. You gather a bunch of clothes together and wash them all at once. It’s even possible to wash your clothes in the same load as your daughter’s. The two of you together could probably bring it down to one load a day.
All I can do is hope that things go well for you…and offer sympathy over the pain.
Hurray for you! Both for the job and kitteh. How’s his kidneys? My Fred has done a journey from hyperT to kidney problems and high blood pressure. I give him different gooshy food every day. It seems to keep him eating.
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Yes, rescuers need to be a combination of softy and practical. <snipped and stuff>
This could be a thread of its own. We rescue because we love. Triage is hard. My Spike probably should have been put down. He cost almost 800 in discounted vet fees, and then was so afraid of people that by the time I realized that he was my cat, he was unadoptable. We could have saved so many cats with that money.
ONTPaw, Spike was terribly abused and deserved the chance to have a good life. I loves my Spikey. Spike purrs and cuddles and is my Zen cat. Spike is the best facillator I’ve ever had.
I do spay pregnant cats. Rescue is hard.
Yes, Good Luck!!!
I have a feral cat loose in my home. Thank goodness that cats sleep 18 hours a day!
Oy, I feel your pain. Are these little bitty non-weaned kittens? Maybe they just need to learn the rules …
ahem: spray bottles and/or squirt guns - hell, go Super-Soaker on their asses - and you can always mix a bit of vinegar into the water for extra punishment oomph.
Good luck!
It reads that way but if you saw the location you’d think differently. It doesn’t look like a “boulevard” - it’s a wide unistone brick area in front of a business - and people have parked there for years with no problems. I honestly didn’t even know that it could be considered a “boulevard”, it looks like where you are supposed to park. The girl who works there has worked there since she was a teenager (30+ years) and said that nobody has ever been ticketed for parking there until now. I’ve seen 3 cars on that space with no hassles. It’s a neighbour suddenly causing problems for the business owners.
All the bylaw officer had to do was walk 6 steps, open the door and say that the Jeep needs to be moved. Or one person could have stepped inside and said that the Jeep was getting a ticket. THAT’S what pissed me off the most.
I know not to fall into that trap of “eating for two”. I am eating for two, but I realize that the other one I’m eating for weighs about 7 pounds, so I’m not eating enough for two full-grown adults. So, stomach, why do you feel compelled to produce enough acid for five or six?
People, people, it’s not July anymore!! New August minirants thread over here.
Thank you. These are almost-weaned kittens, who’ve been using the litter box for a few weeks. They’ve graduated from the very soft kitten litter they had to start with, to the regular box, and I wonder if that might be the trouble. We might need to go to something softer for a while. I have a feeling that the sheets remind them of the feel of the original litter they had.
But spray bottle is in the works.