Via allimom, who seems to be developing a really bad case of Quizzaholism. What breed of dog at work are you? Your breed of dog at work is a Great Dane You have an uncanny ability to mask your leadership qualities until the time is ripe. You’re not one to blurt out your design until…
would have been my 23rd wedding anniversary. An aquaintance of mine at work is getting married today. She and I were born on the same birthdate. I hope that she has better luck with May 19th than I did. I am not superstitious. But some dates just keep coming at you in life for no…
I called the vet hospital, and Clueless wonder is refusing to eat. Not good. It is dangerous for cats (and ponies) to go too long without eating, as it can cause liver damage. They said I was welcome to stop in this afternoon and try to encourage him to eat if I wanted to. I’m…
With the aid of an appetite enhancing drug, they got CW to eat a bit at the vet’s this morning. He managed to keep it down for a few hours, so after a bit of a talk with the vet on call today we decided to let CW come home and see how he fares…
Just got off the phone with the veterinary hospital. Clueless’s temperature is down, no vomitting or diarrhea overnight, and he’s demanding attention. He’s still NPO (i.e. “no food or water”) until this afternoon, and then they’ll try him on a little easily digestable lunch to see how he handles it. If all goes well, he’ll…
I get the impression that Mr. Squirrel pays far more regular visits to the balcony than I was aware of. The cats seem to have Mr. Squirrel’s routine down cold though, even though I don’t. It was the Professor who noted yesterday that Mr. Squirrel must be paying a repeat visit, because the ACfH was…
The Professor’s three hour interview turned into a five hour interview yesterday. The poor man was absolutely beat by the time he got home. I (and he) take it as a good sign that they kept him longer rather than rushing him out of there. The mock lecture went well, with The Prof handling all…
This is CW as he looks right now. He’s been sleeping like that for over an hour and a half. It looks terribly uncomfortable, as if he’s about to slide off the back of the love seat. I don’t want to disturb him by pushing his hind legs back on top though.
Yup. He’s sick. Clueless just barfed spectacularly throughout the dining room of the apartment. Since he ate nothing this morning, this was last night’s dinner coming back. Confirmation of this took form of his completely intact Pounce treat in the middle of the barf. The Pounce treat that he got nearly nineteen hours ago with…
This weekend’s get-away is cancelled. George sees a real vet in about two and a half hours. He was just sick again, and had some more *nasty* diarrhea. The Prof even smelled it from the other end of the apartment. Bathroom door is shut, and the exhaust fan is going at the moment. Thank heaven…