Ar Hyd y Nos
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
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Here’s the SLFC picture I would have posted yesterday. I’ve discovered, to my dismay, that the Purina DM diet has less protein and more carbs than the EVO diet I was already feeding. Must discuss with my vet before she goes on maternity leave in two weeks. Still not working, I see. *grumble*
Friday on my mind.
I need to sing the praises of my Prius. It was a *fun* ride into work this morning, thanks to that little car. And I have to admit; it’s fun turning heads, even if it isn’t my beautiful self that’s doing the head turning. I can’t wait to get out of here and drive home…
Dang it all.
It’s pouring. The lights are flickering. I still have about 25% of my paperwork to do. I can’t put it off until tomorrow – I have tomorrow off for yet more doctor’s appointments. If we lose power I’m going to be here forever. And it’s been that kind of day.
Thunderbirds are Go!
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The last day of winter
A few weeks after I wrote Never send to know last April, I started going into work about fifteen minutes earlier and I stopped seeing the elderly man and his dog in the mornings. I wasn’t sure how to interpret this, since neither man nor dog moved particularly quickly. Was I just too early to…
It’s come to this …
The advance of ringworm has slowed, but not stopped. Today the Little Grey Shit got her first of what promises to be many bi-weekly Malaseb baths. Bathing with Malaseb is a little different than a conventional cat bath. After thoroughly soaking your kitty, you lather in the Malaseb shampoo and let it sit for ten…
It’s so hard to do anything with much joy when there is an animal in the house who is unhappy.
Ask me how I know.
Hope things get better….
Can’t think of a more appropriate song for the situation.
The poor little mite. And poor sleep-deprived caregivers 🙁
ew, about making up things,
my favorite music from ozzie is 33silent
Poor wee thing. Does she have to wear an e-collar?
When Dunkie has his allergies and has to wear his e-collar and he itches all over but can’t get to it and sometimes he whines, that breaks my heart. I can totally relate. You can’t explain things to them, either. "It’s not my fault!" you want to say.