Really glad I got all of the fucks out my system yesterday. As of today, the bank has been awesome, and our balance is in the black. Not by much, but still - not a negative number. After the past couple of days, I’ll take a small victory!
Step in the right direction, definitely. Now we need to sic some rabid wolverines, rabid platypuses (from the dinner roll episode of “Good Eats”), and Pointy-Stick-Wielding-Sri-Lankan-Spiders (the MMP animal weapon of choice) on the insurance company. I’ll even add my ringneck dove loaded up with cat food. Her PCFBBs (Post Cat Food Bird Bombs) probably violate some international treaties on chemical/gas warfare. 
Problem: I’m running out of money.
Further problem: I need money to buy sleeping pills so that I can calm my brain down from all this anxiety about not having money.
Just… damn my life right now.
Thanks for the support, all. This has been awful. I already had dental anxiety. It was dental phobia, but years as a patient with a wonderful, gentle dentist in Florida helped a lot. He even did an extraction of a large molar – it was unpleasant, but really not particularly bad. And these clowns undid his work!
Thanks, **Chimera **, Morgyn and Helena330. I did find a new dentist and have a cleaning and consultation on Tuesday. I already had dental phobia before this happened, and so it’s going to be hard to make myself go. However, with a Xanax, I shall prevail.
I have high hopes for this office. A friend works in a pediatric dentist’s office and suggested this new dentist.
Lacunae Matata, please release the hounds on my dentist and the horrible oral surgeon.
(Another example of dentist idiocy; she wanted me to see an oral surgeon to confirm my diagnosis of thrush. Nurses, PAs, NPs, and even parents can ID thrush! And it’s not like this is a new or weird thing – I take inhaled steroids for my asthma, and thrush is really common even with rinsing and using salt water as the final rinse. So I can ID thrush. )
Lacunae Matata, I shall add my cats to the animal attack being planned on the bank. The older creates some true litter-box horrors*; the younger two will assist with claws and teeth and scary, scary growls.
*The poor old guy can’t help it; it’s just related to aging. But that doesn’t help when it’s 5 am and THE SMELL assaults your nose. Do I stay in my warm bed and bury my nose in the pillow? Or do I deal with it?
Anyone checked out http://musicforcats.com/ ?
Three sound clips under Purchase > Listen.
Two of them my cat listened to briefly and then was disinterested.
Then we got to the purring one. Terrified the crap out of Maggie and she ran and hid under a chair and wouldn’t come out for a while.
Nice Catch-22 ya go there. This paycheck-to-paycheck (barely!) insomniac sends her full sympathy your way.
Typo Negative: the wolves ate all the wolverines. It makes perfect sense.
Thanks, shoe.
I played the clips on my phone with two of my cats with me on the bed. Indifferent, except the bird one had them rotating ears and darting eyes around the room. I might try them on the big living room stereo speakers if I think about it later.
Missy2U, I’m sorry for your losses. My husband is at his second funeral in a week today.
BTW, re: my earlier rant, my husband has manged to restrain him self from mentioning my inheritance since we spoke. I’m optimistic.
Well, it looks like the Boy won’t be spending the summer at Governor’s Honors (summer enrichment program for rising juniors and seniors in Georgia.) He didn’t make the cut. Poop. I guess he can start applying for summer jobs after all…
No, no, the Jack Russell trips them, the Pyrenees sit on them (keeps 'em cozy) and the Belgian licks their faces until they are completely hoarse from trying to beg for mercy.
Never underestimate the sitting power of a cuddly, sofa-sized dog.
Your ideas are intriguing and I would like to subscribe to your newsletter. 
Credit where credit is due: my aunt and uncle had two Pyrs and a Catalan shepherd, and the shepherd was a badly trained pain (he was my aunt’s; she’s one of those people who eschew all discipline). We could have gotten several hours’ worth of YouTube videos just from the treatment he got at the mouths* and paws of the other two, who always seemed to view him as some sort of mildly retarded cub. It’s kind of unusual, seeing a large dog lying down. A slightly less large dog, lying down next to the other one. A much smaller dog who doesn’t stop lying down, hopping up, trying to walk or jump between or across the other two…
until the two-seats-sofa-sized one takes advantage of a lie-down moment to half-get-up, roll the smaller dog under her chest and lie down again, trapping him. She let him get out once he stopped wiggling.
- Tana, the larger of the two mastiffs, could hold him in her mouth. This was surprising until you realized how much of his volume was just hair.
I love cats, but why do they have to puke so much? :mad: Especially my cat, who knows he gets scolded if people catch him throwing up, so he throws up in one place, and then runs to one or two other places and throws up there too. We had to clean up three different puke spots today. 
At least we found them all before someone stepped in them.
Maybe don’t scold him-he can’t help vomiting any more than we humans can. Three times today is a lot. Cats don’t regularly puke THAT much. One of mine never does, and the other one is good for once or twice a week. How old is he, and has he been to the vet recently? It could also be that his food isn’t agreeing with him.
ETA: Maybe he’s working on a furball. Does he groom himself a lot?
I started planting wheat grass for my kitties to eat and they almost never throw up any more. I can’t say never; occasionally one of them will eat a bunch of grass and drink a lot of water and then throw up the water and the grass. But mostly the grass seems to help the hairballs pass or something.
I’d love to hang around you when you feel like shit. Just so I can yell at you for feeling like shit. Your poor cat probably has IBD or a food sensitivity. Maybe he would be happier and more cared for in a different home. It sounds like the humans in your house can barely take care of themselves most of the time - you’ve posted about the disgusting litter box and the not much better bathroom before. Maybe there shouldn’t be any animals.
And before anyone gets on me for bitching at Emily - she didn’t have to post this in the Pit if she wanted help. I might give nicer advice somewhere else, but hey, it’s still a Pit thread and I don’t have to pull any punches here.
Well said.
Very, very busy day. Got to bed really late. No sooner have I gotten comfortable than the fucking dawn chorus starts up. One hour later and it’s really kicked into high gear. Fuck you, you fucking cock-a-doodle cunts! You flying disease bags! You winged shits! I’d happily snap every single one of your necks.
I saw EmilyG’s post earlier and really didn’t know what to say. Scolding an animal because they puke is really kinda non-productive. Finding out why they puke and stopping it would work much better. Thank you SeaDragonTattoo for saying it so well.
Now I do have to confess that on those very rare occasions that our cats puke, they might think they are getting scolded. That’s because we yell some bad words, run off for paper towels and run off back to shove the paper towels under where they are puking. There really isn’t much puking now that we’ve removed corn and corn products from their diets. The dogs seem to be able to eat anything, including cat puke if we don’t get to it fast enough. :eek:
My rant is that I bragged here and to friends that I am now a competent cook. Boy did I ever jinx myself. I was making a pie yesterday and was at home. I didn’t even go that far away from the kitchen and I had the alarm set on my phone which was in my pocket. Bill smelled smoke, went into the kitchen an pulled the smoking gun (pie) out of the oven. :smack: