I don’t think they are, here, specially since it’s me paying for them, but since I have my taxman visit on Monday* I’ll ask. Thanks.
*Hello, Unca Xavi! Please return about 40% of what you took from me last year!
How’s your big guy? I’ve been thinking about you and your fuzzyfaces.
You are much stronger than me and I admire you a lot.
Al is just skin and bones (and still clocks in at 11 lbs. :eek:) and sleeping quite a bit more, but is still keenly aware of mealtimes and demands them vocally, which is always a good sign. Oddly, he’s less interested now in canned food (his entire reason for existing, you’d think, for most of his life with me) but snarfs down the dry kibble I let him and Nikki free-feed. I understand it’s generally the opposite with geriatric animals (teeth/gum issues or problems with the jaw joint can make kibble harder to crunch down) so I’m a bit mystified, but hey, Cats Iz Teh Weird.
Oh, and he’ll still rouse himself for a game of Kill The String, so between that and being interested in food and (mostly) hitting the litter box accurately I guess he’s ok. For now. The logistics of what to do when that is no longer the case are a giant “{expletives deleted}” but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it, I suppose.
Thank you for the kind words but it’s easy to maintain a positive image when you have the assistance of Internet anonymity. Still, I kinda know you IRL so your post means a lot. gets verklempt
Sending out compassionate vibes to everyone with sick pets. My kidney kitty is doing okay for now - we gave her sub-cutaneous fluids last weekend, and it seemed to perk her up pretty good. She is just skin and bones now too, though - although that doesn’t stop her from jumping all over the place!
Still waiting on our conditional sale of our house - three more days to go. Once the house is officially sold, we start seriously looking for a house in a different city, two hours away. I’ve been wracking my brains trying to figure out how we never leave our sick kitty alone, and also spend days away looking for a house. 
Lots of schools are out now. Is there a neighborhood teen at loose ends who might be able to kittysit?
ETA - just noticed your location. Maybe not. Perhaps college students?
Offers up hugs to purplehorseshoe. It sounds like he’s doing pretty well. Eating and playing and pooping are all Very Good Things. Old cats have their own special charm, but I sure wish they didn’t get old so fast.
The vet thinks that our Lucky is doing the same thing to us.
Cat Whisperer are you doing the sub-q yourself? When I learned to do it for a kidney cat, one of the things I was taught was to fill a sauce pan with REALLY hot water and then drop the bag of Ringers in it to warm it up. You don’t want it to be hot, but cats get chilled faster than humans so warming the Ringers helps.
This isn’t a rant, but I think its funny. I haven’t been riding lately so today Bill offered to take my bike for a ride. He got about a mile away and the shifter lever disconnected from the tranny. I’ve told him that part of the “charm” of riding a Sportster is that parts randomly fall off, but I don’t think he really believed me until today. I used Locktite when I put the floor boards on, but its a Sporty. Parts fall off.
Bill is outraged and wants me to buy a new bike. He thinks I should buy a Victory which are very nice bikes and American made, but I’m a Harley girl and I’m used to the quirks on this bike. I’m too lazy to start all over with a new one.
Lovely. It appears that our neighbor (or someone) has deliberately cut our internet line right at the utility box, and threw the coiled cable back over into our yard. Stupid old coot.
I hope you took photos of the damage and called the police. This sort of behavior needs to be nipped in the bud right from the get-go, or else it escalates (based, sadly, on personal experience) to leaving out tasty, poisoned presents for your four-legged critters.
Looks like it is time to check out Amazon’s deals on a security camera outfit.
This is just what I was about to post. Seriously.
Yeah, police report made, repair scheduled, photographs saved. Even before today, since the last incident with the neighbor coming over to cuss at Tony about the dogs, they are never outdoors unless someone is home. I really wonder whether the old man is dealing with dementia issues, or whether he is just this unpleasant and unreasonable… But he is universally disliked in the neighborhood, so maybe it’s his personality, not his health.
The Boy Tech Genius is already shopping for security cameras. If we can’t afford that, I will at least put a motion sensor floodlight on that end of the house.
I knew this class was going to suck as soon as I saw who the professor was. I’ve had the pleasure of enduring one of her classes before; she’s nit-picky, overly reliant on busy-work, and unresponsive to questions.
This class requires the use of an online simulator of medical office software. The program wouldn’t work no matter what I did, so I emailed the professor. Much to my surprise, she actually responded. She said to try running it in Firefox rather than Internet Explorer. Only problem is, the school’s main website page isn’t compatible with Firefox. Says it right there on the homepage. After much Googling I managed to find some instructions online to get the simulator to work.
The simulator sucks eggs. It’s so touchy that if you’re a hair’s width off from the exact spot where you’re supposed to click it counts it wrong. You’d think that you could click anywhere in the “Continue” box, but you’d be wrong. You must click precisely on the “t” in continue for it to count.
And it gets worse. The directions you’re supposed to follow in the book for the lessons are vague at best and sometimes flat out wrong. Somehow you’re supposed to know that the “Add Diagnosis” button is the one with a picture of a magic wand waving over a hat?? And when the book says “Enter $25 in the co-pay box”, and you enter $25, and the simulator counts it wrong because you’re actually only supposed to enter 25, no dollar sign. Each lesson is only worth a few points, so if you get one thing wrong you have to start over or else you fail the lesson.
Oh, and happy Memorial Day weekend, your midterm is due.
TL;DR… this class sucks. I’d drop it but it’s required for my degree.
How about one of these:
Forgot my own rant, at myself:
Self, you are an idiot. It’s all well and good to be careful about not catching the tractor’s bucket in the bushes growing at the base of the telephone pole while bush-hogging. But perhaps being aware of the angled guy wires and the nice nearly new sunshade would have been a better idea, eh? Hope that thing wasn’t too expensive, and be damned glad you weren’t going fast enough to do real damage, like flipping yourself.
Moron.
And, worst of all, you’ve just given Mrsaje delightful fodder for merciless teasing.
Hrumpf.
Lacunae Matata I agree with the others, this is a very worrisome development. Security cams aren’t that expensive, but they only help after the fact. Check your yard before letting the dogs out. If he’s tossed something over the fence, you need to find it before the dogs do. And document, document, document.
A family member is donating a camera, and it will be here tomorrow.
I have another wee dilemma related to the neighbor. I Googled Mr. C to check something that my husband mentioned (Tony thought he was the previous owner of the local newspaper, in which case I was going to contact an old friend and former editor for any insight on how to deal with his … quirks, shall we say?) Turns out that Mr. C actually owned a printing company, not the newspaper. And that Tony and I graduated high school with his daughter and son-in-law. I’m friends with both of them on Facebook, well-enough acqainted to talk about kids and jobs and “remember when,” but not bosom buddies. I wonder whether I should contact Laura and express my concerns? If it were my parent behaving this way, I’d want to know. Maybe it’s a health issue, and he needs some oversight, or maybe it’s a personality issue, and he needs a responsible person to tell him to cut it out. Either way, I think I’d want to know. Tony seems to think it’s a bad idea, even though I’d certainly frame my communication as tactful concern… I don’t know.
WHY THE FUCK ARE KARDASHIANS SHOWING UP IN MY NEWSFEED ON FACEBOOK?
And Duggars.
What is this, Celebrate Breeding Idiot Month?
I have no idea, but I am about to nuke my online presence and lose facebook, google+, twittards in general and fuckLINKEDupIN. I have a buddy who works for a Norwegian ISP and he has offered to make me a totally bogus unlinked to anything account so I can have an entire fake identity online so I can still see facebook crap, follwo certain shit on twitter and link all sorts of google required crap. I figure that I really don’t need to have anything personal for following stuff on facebook, twitter and google+ and youtube.
Our washing machine loudly gave up the ghost today. From what we found online, when front-loaders do that hammering noise and stop moving…its dead.
OK, fine. Trash goes out tomorrow, and I have a hand truck and am perfectly capable of moving it to the curb. I pulled the wet kitteh beds out and tossed them into the tub for more rinsing, then pulled the washer out, and even remembered to turn the water off before I took the hoses off and successfully got it out to the curb.
Bill bent over to pick up the empty laundry basket and put his back out. The poor man can barely walk and I can see that his hips are going in one direction while his back twists in a different one.
Usually I love holidays, I decorated for this one…its kinda important to me. Now I’m just so worried and upset that my husband is hurt that I hate that he can’t get his back cracked until Tuesday.
The incomprehensible gobbledegook when adjusting settings in modern technology is so frustratingly bewildering. It really ought to be more user-friendly than it is.