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I watched Clueless as I fed him this morning. I paid attention to more than just the food this time. I realized that he’s eating only to please me. Perhaps he even eats because he remembers there was joy in it. But he doesn’t eat because he wants to. Today he was sound asleep in…

Clueless may be home, but for a cat with a history of gourmandizing, he’s amazingly uncooperative at meal times. If left to his own devices, he’ll only eat a few kibbles and then wander off in search of a better place to sleep. Warrior Princess and The Grey Menace now bolt their food and then…

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…

Today’s plan was to pick up Clueless after work, and bring him and his new three-week course of antibiotics home for a well-deserved rest. These plans fell apart this morning when CW once again tossed his cookies. At this point, we’re running out of non-invasive options. And I’m not sure what to do next. The…

Today has been rough. I write this while waiting for word from my veterinarian’s office. This morning I awoke to find Clueless fast asleep on top of my legs. Clueless is not a “bed cat”. He doesn’t mind if he visits for a few brief minutes when his people are first snuggling down for the…

The lady who runs the cat shelter organization I do some volunteering for had a birthday on Sunday. The candles on her cake said “39”, but they were well-worn candles, with more than a hint of tradition about them The invitation specified we were to bring a cat. Therefore, Sunday found me with Clueless in…

That’s what I’ve been getting when I’ve tried to access DD for the last two days. Exasperating, to say the least. Consider this the least said. The original title of this was to have been: Don’t Get a Flu Shot But two days worth of cool-down time has softened my rant a bit. I’ll still…

Wooly bear caterpillars must be the northeastern United State’s local version of the arctic lemming. Akin to the lemmings’ inexorable march to the cliffs overlooking the sea in years of overpopulation, the onset of the cooler days of autumn triggers some suicidal instinct buried deep down on one of the three brain cells a wooly…

The trees this year apparently can’t decide whether or not to throw their lot in with the changing of the seasons. As I drove to work this morning I noted that a fair number of maples were particularly schizophrenic regarding the changing of the seasons, with green, gold and red leaves all on the same…