Tag: Cal
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my hands are thai’d.
I have had a rough time lately. Consequently, my shoulders have been resting pretty much at my earlobes twenty-four seven. So on my way home today, I decided to treat myself to a massage. It turned out to be more than the soothing Swedish touch I was expecting. Shortly after it began I did that…
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grateful and grumpy (aka: old-lady pamie)
For those of you who are crazy cat ladies/actual veterinarians/long-time fans: Thank you for writing in about Cal and his new meds. That’s very kind of you, and your advice is much appreciated. Yay for Pill Pockets. Now if only Greenies made a “Liquid-y Vomit Catcher ™” for thirty minutes after Cal’s had his medicine.…
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pill pusher
It’s been three attempts now of trying to get Cal to take two pills and switch to wet (diet) food in order to treat his asthma. That’s six pills and half a can. That means I’ve accidentally eaten about half an antibiotic, more than a few fingertips worth of cat food, and almost gave Taylor…
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i sound like sneeze.
Wha?! Hello? Whazza–hunh? Mmf. I just woke up on the couch. German subtitled movies aren’t so good on a Friday night when you’re ill, unless you want to fall asleep. I’ve figured out where this cold came from. The recipe: 1. Picket in the rain. 2. Picket in the cold. 3. Picket in the cold…
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okay, cat people.
You’ll love this one. Taylor’s compulsive licking has hit a new high. And Cal is acting like the craziest cat of all time. Related? Probably not. After quite a few tests it has been determined that Taylor has: allergies.
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cat nap.
It’s not so much that he’s bigger than the chair and needs to ooze over onto other furniture, even though that’s really a big part of it. He’s really more a circus tiger than any kind of housecat. But it’s more about the fact that he’s using the remote control as a pillow. His outstretched…
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because i feel stuff.
To put it mildly, I’ve been dealing with an overabundance of feelings. Apparently this is all very healthy and normal, and I’m handling it with the closest I can come to grace. “Grace,” for me, is crying until snot falls, flailing around my bed like an angry pre-teen, whining to any friend who will listen…
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Cal-ifornia Love
I think Cal has decided his time with us is over. About three weeks ago, I came home late and watched The Sopranos on the couch with stee. Afterwards, as I was falling asleep, stee asked, “Where’s Cal?” It wasn’t like him not to be on stee’s legs, or in front of the television, or…
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The Raconteurs: 7″ Single
Song: “Steady As She Goes” In case you needed further proof that I am a huge nerd…
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Them!
We have been battling ants for the entire summer. This is nothing new. Every summer in Los Angeles, dehydrated ants make their way into our apartments and houses, coffee shops and restaurants, trying to find something to drink. Or at least, that’s what I thought. The ants seem to be uninterested in food (save for…