All about my cat.
Look what I do when I get bored.I’m taking Ike back to the doctor tomorrow. He didn’t pee in the litter box, so that means he’s probably holding it in, and he’s going to start piddling, and getting even sicker. My poor kitty. He drives me nuts, but I love him.I hate that there’s nothing I can do to prevent him from getting UTIs. I give him the prescribed medicine, and make sure his water is always fresh and clean, and I never deviate from the diet. No treats, no nothing, but he still gets them. The saddest thing is that he can’t tell me when he doesn’t feel good, and I don’t catch it until it’s bad (and expensive). I feel bad complaining about the money when it’s his health that I’m ensuring, but at the same time, I’m on a budget here. I’m not destitute, but I have a lot of things in the coming months, and hundreds of dollars in veterinary bills are not something I counted on. God, I feel shitty for saying that.I hope this gets better.Â
Last week, my co-worker Soccer Mom got excited when we got a large box delivered to the office. She opened it up, and started pulling out body parts. A bald, grey head, arms, a torso, and finally I figured out that it was a Halloween decoration. (I’m incredibly sharp.) They were setting it up by my desk, which I didn’t like, because I could see it out of the corner of my eye, and it was distracting. And, I kept thinking someone was standing at my desk.
This is the view from my desk:
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This is the full-size view:
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He’s sound and motion-activated. When you walk by, his creepy eyes move around, and then his head follows you, and he makes sounds. It’s entertaining to watch people come through the door, because the reactions are always funny. Our DHL guy came in and got so freaked out by it that he hasn’t brought our packages upstairs in four days. He leaves them with the receptionist downstairs. But the BEST part of the whole thing is that Celestia HATES it. She can’t stand it, and every time it goes off, she huffs and puffs and pouts about it to anyone that will listen.
I didn’t really pay much attention to the sounds he made, and then today I noticed this low, guttural groaning sound, and it reminded me of something, and well, I’ll just say that I was a little turned on after that.
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Yesterday, I was hanging out at Kay and DMX’s house for our Sunday Night Dinner (Kay decided that we just don’t see each other enough, so we need to get together and cook dinner for the group on Sundays). The Good Girl was in charge of dinner this week (which was a let-down; she made pre-marinated chicken breasts and freakin rice-a-roni - that’s a cop out meal if you ask me), and she made this low-calorie apple dessert that she found on the Weight Watchers website. I thought it was very good, but when I was watching RAM, he didn’t look so pleased. I was putting dishes in the dishwasher when he came into the kitchen with his bowl, still full.
“What’s the matter, you didn’t like it?”
“Well…”
“What?”
“Freebie?”
“Yeah, sure, you can have a freebie.”
“It tastes like shit, T.”
I would make such an awesome parent.
Comment by awittykitty
October 31, 2006 @
Sorry about Ike, but he might have a new friend request shortly. ^..^