unknownfate

Kittycat is still hanging in there. She is about finished with this batch of antibiotics. There is maybe half a dose left in the bottle and the little lady is going to have it. Her staggers and wobbles were all gone the first day which is a relief, but her blood work is still all crazed and she might still need insulin. We shall see. As it is, she snores so loudly, I thought there was an intruder in the house. Yeesh.

I have made myself another writing challenge. It is much like the last one, but this time, I'm going to try to go the whole month, writing a chapter a day, based on May's prompts over at 31_days. Here goes.

Meanwhile, the first month of the diet is over and I've only cheated a little bit with stuff that is technically allowed. I've learned that Walden Farms peanut butter tastes like the grease used to lube the machine that actually makes peanut butter. Maybe I can doctor it up enough to suit me.

eternal_chimera knows what to send me when I need saw d'aww.

Today I learned three things:

1. Kitty has kidney troubles, but we caught it early.

2. Just because her brother is ok with taking pills doesn't mean Kitty won't fight like a wolverine on crack when I try to stick one down her throat.

3. Band-aids are hard to open with trembling, bloody fingers.


And this just occurred to me, making it more of a revelation than a learning experience, but when I made my list of BAMF trench coat-wearers I left out the most BA one of all! Marv!

With him on the team there's no stopping them.

Today, my cat threw up what I thought was a hairball bigger than his own head. Gross enough by itself, but it turns out that it wasn't just a hairball. I was all worried because there was blood and lumpy things in there and I was wondering if a cat can actually puke its own guts out. That was before I became aware of the headless, half-eaten baby bunny in the yard.

We don't have enough paper towels to make that clean-up bearable. Yuck.