Homecoming
Clueless is home. I called the vet’s late this morning, and found that he was doing better, had kept his food down, and did not appear to have had any more diarrhea. We’ll be keeping him on Baytril, in case he has an occult kidney infection, and waiting to see what happens next.
All my life I’ve been told I look glum when I really don’t feel that way. When it’s composed and relaxed, my face must take on some unhappy-looking aspect that I fail to discern when I investigate myself in the mirror. It’s bothered me since I was a kid that people ask me “what’s the matter” when I’m actually quite fine inside. It’s ruined more than one good mood actually.
Recently, though, people have taken to telling me I have a great smile, or a nice face. (Don’t ask – I’m not doing anything different that I’m aware of.) And now I’m having a hard time figuring out which is worse – being told I look miserable when I’m not, or being told I look happy when I’m not.
At this point, The Socialist would probably tell me that I should just start going out with a bag over my head.
The shelter I work for is trying to take advantage of the holidays to earn some Christmastime donations for the organization. We have a pet photos with Santa every year that works really well. We’re also doing gift-wrapping at Barnes and Noble this year. We were late in applying, so others representing equally worthy causes have grabbed most of the good dates already. I noted with some interest that Christmas Eve was not taken though. I’m of the hopeful opinion that last minutes shoppers will be:
1. More desperate to have their gifts wrapped than the average shopper
2. More generous with a donation towards gift-wrapping than the average shopper
3. More likely to put up with my just-barely-adequate wrapping technique
I volunteered for the 7-10 shift Christmas Eve, and said I’d work the 5-8 shift as well, if I could show up a little late. I have to work Christmas Eve, so I probably wouldn’t be able to get there much before 6:00 unless we have a light day. Even then, I’d like to go home and shower and change first, although if things are tight I can forgo the shower and bring a change of clothes to the office.
It’s confirmed. I’ll be in Raleigh-Durham December 8th through 10th, attending the National Multi-Hazard Symposium again. I love that area of the country. I just wish I had more time to spend down there. I’ll have to check and see if my friend in the EPA is going again this year. If so, she and I will have to plan on a night on the town while we’re there. The hotel shuttle goes to several interesting places, so we might as well take advantage of it if we can.
Hooray for Clueless! He looks so contented to be back home – a king on his throne.
I’m sure he’ll get a lot of extra fussing-over. Watch out for the green-eyed monster taking possession of the girlcats.
He’s Beautiful…
I hope He will get well as soon as possible. 🙂
Hugs, Deb
Just be sure it isn’t a plastic bag!
Alli
Just be sure it isn’t a plastic bag!
Alli
Yippee, glad CW is home and feeling better!
Might be fun to work the Christmas Eve shift with all the *happy* shoppers. 😉
glad to hear clueless is back home and doing better. Hope you both have a wonderful weekend.
he’s Pure Cat Goodness!
🙂
you have a nice trip to look forward to, no need to pack a paperbag, i’ve never spied a glum look on your face…
Hey! I have a brother who lives in the R/D area, in the Pittsboro area, and yes it should be gorgeous. Have fun out there!
Have been following the CluelessW story (what pretty colors of eyes, at least in the picture)–so does the improvement mean no exploratory surgery? That would be good.
CW looks so skinny! 🙁 Glad he’s home though.
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