If I usually post when my cat is not feeling well, I guess it looks like it happens often. Well, most of the time, he’s just fine. The people in my house are doing well too. Our cat, our two turtles, and our fish have a happy life. 
My complaint for today: I have managed to get rid of most of the viruses/malware on my computer, but my browser (Chrome) now has two annoying adware/viruses/whatever. One of them (AdsDelivery1.com) highlights certain words in the webpage and links them to, I don’t know what, ads or something (I haven’t clicked on them.) The other (EppInk) puts annoying ads everywhere, even on the StraightDope, when I have Adblock and I’m a member so I shouldn’t see ads.
It can probably be fixed, though. I just have to figure out how.
Ninety friggin dollars for a swimsuit. I’ve lost enough weight elsewhere on my body wherein I could buy a “normal” sized swimsuit, but no. Thanks to Pinky and the Brain - all 28 pounds of sasshole kidneys, I have to buy plus sized and of course they’re bloody expensive. Now I have a very cute swimsuit that’s a tag saggy in some parts but covers my big ol’ midsection. Yes, I did try on maternity swimsuits - shudder hideous.
An online friend had a double nephrectomy (kidney removal) in January - went from Santa to slim. I’m hoping I eventually can do that, too. When I first mentioned it to my surgeon, I was shamed for wanting it, told I obviously wanted it for cosmetic reasons. No, I’d like to walk for more than a mile without back pain. I’d like to tie my shoes / shave my legs without having to contort my body. I’d like to be able to reach behind me without the fuckers catching on something and causing pain. I’d like to eat without acid reflux, caused by my kidneys crowding my stomach. Breathe because they’re starting to compromise my lungs.
And yes, I’d like to NOT look like I’m 8 months pregnant, carrying around 28 pound of nonfunctioning organs.
Kidney stones suck. And one of the drugs I’m on keeps me from sleeping. I’ve slept about 2 hours in the last 48. At least I passed the damn thing.
That’s a lotta unhappy Doper kidneys in one morning. 
I was in a French swimwear store with my gf once. They had a seating area for men, and one of the employees brought me an espresso. The suit she ended up buying fit into a tiny little bag and my gf was embarrassed to tell me the price. (But it looked great on her, and the espresso came with a curl of lemon peel)
My coworker listens to phone conversations then comments on them. It’s Cubeville, I get it. But don’t make it super obvious that you eavesdrop. I fucked up my back Friday night so I made a quick phone call to get a physiotherapist appointment. She comments on that. My cat is being spayed on Wednesday so I made a quick phone call to the vet with a question. I hear over the cube wall “Is that for your new cat?” FFS MYOB.
That’s really not any better than yelling at the cat for puking. The cat won’t know the difference between yelling at him and yelling at the situation.
That said, I get exasperated when my older cat lets loose his Poo of Doom just as I’ve gone to bed and feel sleepy. I know logically that he’s getting older and his tummy is sensitive and he can’t help it… but can’t he at least **COVER **the Poo of Doom? (Why, no, he’s the “top cat”, so he doesn’t cover.) Last night, he did his usual PoD, then after I scooped the box, threw out the PoD, and washed/lotioned my hands, he did Poo of Doom: The Sequel.
“Baaaaxter…can’t you do these before I’m in bed?” (big sad kitty eyes) Annnd, he gets a scritch, because otherwise, he’s a Very Good Boy.
And, yes, Baxter has been to the vet and she ran some tests and we tried food changes. With the different food, there was one change…he had ***expensive ***Poo of Doom. He’s otherwise healthy, so the vet says just to keep an eye on him.
“Cat? Who said anything about the cat? It’s for me! It’ll be much cheaper than a hospital! I mean, insurance costs have skyrocketed, so why not a vet? We’re mammals, too.”
My eldest child has apparently lost ANOTHER library book. This is the second one this month. I am beyond frustrated with her right now. She has a lovely report card – nothing less than an A- in all her major subjects and beautiful test scores that place her in the top three percent in both math and reading. She’s lovely – sweet, charming and funny as well as smart. But she pulls this nonsense because she isn’t paying attention and I don’t know what to do.
Consequences. If it costs eldest daughter some amount of her allowance to pay for her library books, perhaps she would be more attentive? I had to do this with Girl 2.0, who is also lovely and sweet and charming and smart. She hasn’t lost a library book since fourth grade, after being required to pay for one out of her own pocket.
Unrelated: I’m about 99% certain that I will have to tell my guests that they need to make other arrangements after the school year ends. For the sake of my own mental health, I need them to get out. I don’t dislike them, but I’m getting there, and I’m nearly at the end of my very limited sanity.
Pics please? That’s my minirant (and no, not of the espresso).
I know, I really do know this. Now that I’ve gotten the cats off grain, it doesn’t happen very often at all. And their poops don’t stink nearly as much. But when puke on the floor happens, its hard to just sit there and watch it happen then slowly walk into the kitchen for paper towels. Don’t you say bad words into your pillow when you smell the Poop of Doom?
Not to mention that I need to clean it up fast lest the dogs eat it. I’m quite sure that the dogs will be just fine, but that just squeeks me out. :eek:
Oh, I say exasperated words to Baxter when he does the Poop of Doom. But I don’t yell. I yell about plenty of *other *things in my life, but not the PoD.
I switched the cats to Purina Gentle dry food, and their tummy issues have pretty much cleared up, so that’s something at least!
Pooh of Doom or not, allergy or not, I think I need to borrow a cat right now. Just spotted a mouse running across the utility room - looks like he’s getting in around the dryer vent. Whee!
Naturally, the Jack Russell terrier is curled up on the bed (probably on my pillow, since I’m not looking.) Useless bag of fur!
Time to set traps, and replace the mesh screen on the dryer vent outlet. Extra-double-whee! Maybe I can convince Tony to set the snap traps for me. I hate them, but they seem much more humane than glue traps, and less likely to result in me trying to figure out how to pick up a live, scared, stuck mouse…
I think Allie might well enjoy some live prey. She seems a little bored with stuffed mousies or the Red Dot. 
Yipes, please do the snaps. Glue is horrible, and really the only way to handle those once you find them is with a brick. Just bad for everybody.
Oh, no worries - I had a package of glue boards, but those were to go underneath the back refrigerator when I was dealing with bugs - kind of an early alert system, so I’d know whether I had an incipient infestation. Setting snap traps scares me, because I have a totally irrational fear of getting one of my fingers, but I wouldn’t use glue traps on mice!
Now that they’re plowing the field next door, I guess I need to put some more baits in the crawlspace, so that I don’t have to deal with any more spare mammals in the house than I already have! 
SpazCat’s Surefire Way to Catch All the Mice:
- Find where the mice are coming in.
- Get a snap trap.
- Put the trap at the entry place. Do not set the trap. Put a peanut butter cracker on the trap.
- Replace cracker as needed. Do not set the trap. Keep doing this for a week.
- After a week, set the trap when you replace the cracker (peanut butter side down, of course).
- Remove dead mice, keep resetting trap until you don’t catch no more.
Did you try tankinis? If you were to buy the top and bottom separately (such as through Land’s End), you can fit your bum and your middle.
I sewed a couple of snaps to the bottom of the tank part and the top of the bottoms so it doesn’t billow up if I actually SWIM in it.