Tag: Cats
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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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boxed in.
“The Kattbank (via Design*Sponge, of course) is very pretty, and it comes in a satisfying array of colors, but at a whopping $1750, my sphincter says what? Also, do our friends want to sit atop a bench packed with feces? Don’t answer.” Evany is on a hilarious search for the perfect litter box.
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inbox, part eight.
It has been a very difficult week. Picketing in the rain was the least of the crappy things. So, when it gets like this I post mail from y’all, because it reminds me of how big and huge the world is, and how lucky I am. I kind of disappeared there for a month back…
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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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My Morning.
“Helloooo– —–Helloooo– ————————-Helloooooo!” “HELLO!!!” When the weather turns cold, these cats hate how much they love each other. And if they loved me just a little less, perhaps I wouldn’t have woken up with a twisted neck from playing Lady Bendy around their bodies all night.
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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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regulating
I don’t think I can accurately describe how much cat puke I just picked up. It’s one in the morning. I’m currently staring at Taylor, watching him drink water, waiting to make sure he’s not about to go into some kind of seizure. At my last job there were many new parents, the kind who…
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“Wait. Am I me, or am I a hooker in Mexico?”
Last night at dinner, as the waiter was bringing our cocktails, he asked, “And are you two having a wonderful Valentine’s Day?” There was about a two-second pause before stee and I said at the same time, “No.” The waiter said, “Well, then here are your drinks, and I’ll just keep them coming.”