My Eventful Life

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Here;'s what’s happened in the past week:
1.) I quit my old job of two years

2.) They tore apart the 1950s vintage pink-and-gray bathroom that we have hated, which I’ve repaired numerous times, with the perpetually dripping bathtub faucet that can’t be fixed and the tub too small to lie down in and get co,pletely wet and the broken drain and the toilet that moves around and have slowly been putting it back together. We now have repaired walls, and floor, and tile that we don’t hate. And a big tub. By tomorrow, we should have a working toilet, sink, and tub, and we can take a civilized bath . In a non-leaking tub.

3.) I’ve started a new job. I have a window again!I moved all my books in, and now they’re not taking up space in the downstairs (already crammed with stuff from the bathroom) or my car.

4.) We took two of our cats to the vet for operations. Lotta needed to have a tooth pulled, and the new kitten, Hestia, had to be fixed. They’re still drugged, and Lotta is luching around unsteadily. Cats hate this sort of thinbg, because they can’t look cool and suave. Hestia isn’t eventrying to move – she’s staying in the cat bed.

5.) Our oldest cat, Midnight, is in tough shape, and she will probably have to be put to sleep soon. She’s still gamely holding on – even the vet didn’t think she’d last into the new year. One sign of her deterioration is that she stinks, being unable to properly clean herself, and possibly not realizing it needed to be done. Last night I wrestled her into a plastic basin to wash her. Normally, I’d do this in the tub. But I can’t, because the bathroom’s torn apart. So I filled a plastic basin and dumped her in, holding her down with one hand while I juggled paper towels and shampoo and her tail (which is paralyzed) with the other. For a dying cat with kidney failure , she put up a helluva fight, but I got her washed without getting me soaked or slashed to death. Midnight crawled off and sulked, but eventually came out so I could pet her. Besides all this, she hasn;'t been in a great mood, because we couldn’t feed here or even let her have water (which she gulps down at a horrendus rate – kidney failure), because we had to make the younger cats fast, because they were undergoing anesthesia for their resprective operations. Clarence – who wasn’t having anything done, and has nothing more wrong with him than usual, wasn’t happy about this. For that matter, neither were Lotta or Hestia.

6.) Midnight had been laying on our bedspread. Before I washed her. Yecch. I just pulled it out of the dryer after a full wash.

7.) I just got up to help Pepper Mill – Midnight’s been leaving blood where she sat down. Sadly, we may have to take Midnight in soon.

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Ow. So sorry that the kitties are ailing…

but happy about your bathroom and job!

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:eek: I skimmed your post and thought you gathered up the cat with the bedspread and washed and dried her… :smack: must. read. entire. post.

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I’ve been tempted to do this.
Last night Midnight uncharacteristically came up to Pepper Mill’s side of the bed and wailed. She thought Midnight wanted to sleep in bed with her, but found out that she was just hungry. She took her back to the kitchen and pointed out the cat food bowls, which still had food in them.

Later on, she came back. Pepper Mill was asleep, so I petted Midnight, still thinking she was seeking reassurance and a warm body to sleep near. I got up, and she walked out. I followed her into the kitchen. When she saw the food bowls, she went over and ate.

I fully believe that she had forgotten, for the second time, that she had already been fed that night, and was going to ask for food.
Kitty Alzheimers, on top of all the rest.

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Poor Midnight, must be tough for a cat with dignity issues. Will be thinking of you…

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Poor little Midnight. He sounds a bit like my friend’s old cat, Horton. I’m glad that you’re acknowledging the fact that you may have to put her down soon, even though it’s a tough decision to make.

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I’ve misplaced my Program. How many cats do you have?

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Four. We planned, from the start, to have only two, but cats are like potato chips or pistachio nuts. It’s hard to stop, especially when you’re at the Cat Rescue Shelter and you see so many cats in tough straits that you wanna take home. I’ll tell you the story sometime.
Four is more than enough. More than that and you start edging into “Crazy Cat Lady” territory.

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The fun continues.

After a full day yesterday, I got home to a rushed meal and frantic runs to the plumbing store to a.) get parts and b.) return parts. We got there just before they closed.

Then we rushed to a megabox hardware store to return the toilet, which had a factory defect. They, of course, didn’t have a matching toilet (we have to get the same model, to fit with other parts), and there was no one in plumbing. After two tries, we got someone to help us, but for whom English was not a primary language. Eventually we got our needs known. But no toilets in the store. One was on its way, and would get there tomorrow.

We went around to other stores, and found a matching toilet. It was literally on the top shelf of a stack, near the roof,. They got it down for us. We got a matching seat as well.

Then we went home, with fraying tempers, to unload the stuff. We can’t use the toilet in the bathroom, but we coukld take showers – sitting down, as we have no rail or curtain yet.
Oh, yeah, and we had problems with the medicine cabinet that still aren’t resolved.

After all this, I finally got to do the dishes. Then we woke up late this morning. I wonder why.