(My suspicion, for what it might be worth, is that since this particular switch sits roughly across the line where the two halves of the building are settling unevenly, "somebody" never left enough slack in the wires for this eventuality and something's pulled loose. We shall see.)
Here, have a picture of Festive Ren to compensate. I note that he's just about stopped speaking to me at all at this point, but I'm sure that this has nothing to do with that...
First, on Monday I was woken up by a call saying that Mum had had a fall at work. Fortunately she remembered to grab her phone as the Nice People were helping to sort her out and get her to hospital. Nine hours later she turned up home with a spectacular black eye but otherwise surprisingly little damage for a 75YO, IE no broken bones or serious trauma besides being kind of pissed off about the general situation. Apparently while she was checking into a building for a delivery the drone behind her in line set down his box and when she turned around she tripped straight over it and went down flat on a marble floor. Supposedly, someone, somewhere within this chain of events in insured for something, so. She still looks impressively horrible.
And then, the week's other episode of "What Fresh Hell: Medical" started when I woke up Wednesday to discover that Snip had pooped on the bathmat. She's done a lot of questionable things, but that's never been one of them. And she hadn't eaten her breakfast, which was even more suspicious for this cat. Over the course of the day it became apparent that she wasn't feeling so great, horking up blobs of spit and depositing looser and looser poops in the box. So I kept her under observation, fingers crossed that the episode would pass once she'd emptied herself out, because hey, cats do get the occasional attack of Angry!Colon like anybody.
But it didn't seem to be clearing up.
By Friday the "fuck you I'm busy" face had devolved into the "I don't have the energy to tell you to fuck off" face, which is the point where it seemed like a really really good idea to say we'll figure out how to pay for it later we are calling the vet now. And, nearly $900 later, that turned out to have been the right call: Snip was so dehydrated that she'd lost three pounds -- 1/4 of her body-weight, for those keeping score -- and in addition to various stop-oozing-out-both-ends meds had to be re-inflated with subdermal fluid like a camel's hump.
If we'd waited even until Saturday morning to bring her in she might not have made it.
Snip's on the mend now after a worrying weekend of further refusal to eat; she started begging for food again by Sunday morning, although for the first few hours she only stared at her plate like gooshyfood was some sort of cruel joke, and now she's back to something like her old patterns of demanding to be fed again every time the monkeys go even vaguely in the direction of the kitchen. And she pissed on Mum's chair, which is annoying but since it means she's back to her usual self we just cleaned it up... again... and wrote it off as a good-enough sign.
This is the second time I've been in the position with this cat, and the second time with a cat this year, that I've had to look at them suffering and try to figure out "how bad" it is, is it time to say hang the expense yet, how compassionate can I "afford" to be. And it really, really, sucks.
So that was my week. You guys?
It is approaching again. I do not know how much longer I can hold out.
- Chicken shwarma
Things the kitten will eat:
- The acini de pepe in my chicken soup
- Cottage cheese
On the strength of that last entry we have decided that his really-seriously-we-mean-it-this-time-
These things occasionally take time to work out.
Snip is still camping his spawn sites and generally being a griefer about the entire thing. Given that she's a 12lb tuxedo-cat and he's an 8lb silvery-grey type, if you're picturing an orca cruising a beach waiting to take out a seal right about here then you have the general idea.
Snip has just about given up trying to wish him into the cornfield. Just about.
His shelter-name was Jasper, which we obviously need to change ASAP for the sake of his dignity and ours, before it starts to stick. He is also, as the pronoun suggests, a dude-cat, which in near-forty years of welcoming feline overlords is a brand-new thing for our household; fingers crossed that they're telling the truth about early neutering taking care of the spraying thing, we've already got one cat with enough issues around here.
So far Snip is... unresolved about having a new flatmate; fortunately this time we have the luxury of having another room to shut the new introduction into, so we can take it as slowly as we can this time (unlike the Incident in which Snip ended up taking over a studio apartment from established-tenant Weasel, which may have had more than a bit to do with the subsequent 12-year standoff). We have two weeks' no-fault fostering-period to get her to come around...
She'd been looking increasingly frail over the winter, as cats who are somewhere around eighteen years old do, but her decline had accelerated in the past month. She was walking more and more shakily and curling up to sleep in random places. About last Wednesday we realised that neither of us had seen her eat anything since one tiny scrap of bacon on Monday; we made her as comfortable as we could, but by the weekend it was plain that she was so done with this BS. So, we did the kindest thing and took her for the last ride on Tuesday, which was the earliest we could arrange at that point and I think half of what feels so bad about the overall experience is that the timing had to put her through about two extra days of I Am Really Not Having Any Fun At This Point. I've never had a cat actually up and die of natural causes -- though for about the last two weeks we kept expecting that we'd walk in one night and find her gone -- but this is about the closest it's come, so I suppose the only regret should be that it's such a hard call to make regarding someone else's quality of life, and I can only hope that somebody would pay so much consideration to me when and if a time like this comes.
Weasel is survived by her utterly indifferent roommate, Snip.
Also, Snip would like everyone to know that it is very cold out and the Management should be baking more for the sake of her comfort. That is all.
In other news, Weasel the Wonder Cat spent about five hours under the back deck outside this evening. She'd slipped out whilst I was weeding, and Snip, naturally, didn't mention this when I came back in; I only missed her when I went to clip Snip's claws and got to thinking that it had been unusually peaceful all night. Fortunately, Weasel is too dumb even to wander far, and got stuck in a dark corner near our back stairs, so once we twigged that she was not, in fact, anywhere inside the house it only took about five minutes to find her and fetch her back in, thoroughly traumatized and filthy, but unmolested by raccoons or Snip's boyfriends. (Some of whom may also be raccoons.) She seems already to have forgotten that anything happened. Snip has been stalking around muttering that it would have worked if it weren't for those darn kids...
Okay, let's see how long this lasts: Snip had another of her little "accidents" last night, so in an act of petty revenge, I've uploaded a photo of her in her (metaphorical) underwear onto Wikipedia's "bicolor cat" page. This will probably not seem as funny when I've had a little more sleep, but right now it amuses me greatly.
( just make yourself to home, why don't you... )
This can't be comfortable.
- New Thing Learned for 16 May: Pius IX was the last Pope to hold temporal power, and the first to be photographed. We shall leave it to the Reader to imagine an occult connection between these two items. [Source: something on PBS I wasn't entirely listening to from the next room.]
- New Thing Learned for 17 May: There have been more than a thousand books written on the Kennedy assasination. [Source: Countdown with Keith Olbermann.]
- New Thing Learned for 18 May: The Evanston Public Library's online service now includes a column for "# of times renewed", which would be more useful if I could ever remember how many times one gets to renew what categories of books... [Source: www.epl.org.]
- New Thing Learned for 13 April: To plotz, as ashnistrike describes it, is "to collapse, from exhaustion or shock or delight". The interesting thing here is that I know exactly the gesture she's describing, I just never knew that that was what was connected to the idiom, and if I'd had to guess from the context I would have said "to puke". [Source: ashnistrike.]
- New Thing Learned for 14 April: Canadian Ministers of Finance are expected to wear new shoes when presenting the budget. This is quite possibly the silliest thing i've ever heard. [Source: Wikipedia.]
- New Thing Learned for 15 April: The garden gnome was not made of solid resin. [Source: an unfortunate accident that left him a double amputee.]
Weasel turned out to be hiding in plain sight on top of the bookcases in the living room, uninjured but for her fragile psyche. Snip was still so riled up that I had to carry her into another room and ply her with drugs until she was too goofy to care that Weasel was conveniently on her own side of the glass; all told, it took the rest of the day for Snip, Defender of the Faith, to turn back into Snip, mere Eater of the Food. I hope both those cats were sufficiently off-put by the appearance of the strange human not to come back, or Weasel may be in for a rough summer.
In late-breaking news, we have a suspect for the Polterfunk! This glorious specimen of mangled-eared felinity was in the yard just now, watching Weasel through the (closed) window from a distance of not even a yard, and bold enough that it just sat there while I ran to get the camera. It only left when I opened the window to yell at it; hopefully, that'll have given it a good enough fright that it won't come around again, but I'm still planting lavender around the windows when it gets warm enough. (I've started some from seed, and there's been some Sprouting Action going on these last couple of days, yay!)
...Err, spoke too soon on the "scared it off" front, as it's just come round to this window and scared the crap out of Snip (who then ran off to murder Weasel for reasons known only to her.) Off to pick up the pieces, literally in the case of the decorative glass that Snip knocked off the windowsill in her pursuit of the stranger...
( you know how coral snakes are brightly colored as a warning? kind of like that... )
- New Thing Learned for 16 March: And I'm kicking myself for not spotting it sooner -- Vasquez is John Connor's foster mother. I've even looked both credits-lists up before without noticing this, dammit. [Source: Terminator 2 commentary track.]
- New Thing Learned for 17 March: Ashby-de-la-Zouch is a real town in Leicestershire, it only sounds made-up. [Source: a packet of biscuits.]
"Very well, then, if you're all going to ignore me, I'll just sit in this bag."