I’ve been asked by a couple of people how Jack’s doing since his copious-vomiting incident last week … or whenever it was. See for yourself: I persisted in giving him his antibiotics for two days, at which point it became clear that he didn’t need any medicine; he had just needed to barf up everything in his stomach and start all over. He’s totally fine and back to destroying any and all paper items he…
Do you ever wonder if your cats are reincarnated versions of your dead relatives?
Jack and I just got back from the vet. The clinic on Central and East Parkway was kind enough to squeeze us in even though we’re not regulars. I’ve still got a bad taste in my mouth from the last time I dealt with Eastgate, so I am happy there’s a clinic closer to my apartment than way out east. Plus, four or five blocks of mewling vs. twenty minutes of it? I don’t even…
That’s not cat hair all over my comforter. It’s just a fancy comforter made of expensive fur from endangered animals. I woke up this morning to find a lovely grapefruit-sized splatter of cat puke on my beloved brown and darker brown hallway rug (the one KHall and Jimmy gave Phil and me as a going-away present when we moved to Memphis). It was thick and chunky like clam chowder and I decided quickly not to…
Freckleface and Gingerballs, that’s who. I tried a to put hats on them but it turned out as you might have predicted. Let’s see … in cat years, this makes me eighty. Here’s to many more years and many more pieces of furniture that will need re-upholstering.
Me: [to Sally, who has her face planted in Jack’s ass] What are you doing? No! We don’t lick butts in this house! Jack: Meow! (translation: and why the hell not?!)
I broke one of my great-grandmother’s awesome striped drinking glasses Friday night. That makes two of the total stash that have fallen victim to the hardness of my floors. I didn’t break the other one myself, but it’s still just as broken. My own clumsiness is going to turn me into one of those people who always subconsciously looks for glasses just like these when she goes to flea markets and yard sales, and will…
My water skillz, let me show you them from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
I settled in last night for an evening of getting acquainted with 30 Rock and/or Lost, both of which arrived yesterday in their little red Netflix envelopes. People have been raving to me about both these shows and I’ve never seen either. I had a bottle of wine and the whole evening alone, so it was time to get some serious TV-watching done. So I pop 30 Rock in my PS2 (my only means of…
He’s thinking about food and she’s entertaining a million conflicting crazy thoughts, some of which are about bugs and ghosts and doorknobs and newspaper shreds, but most of which are about creative ways to bust into the bedroom at 6 a.m. during my second REM cycle. Is it possible that cats can be born without the gene that allows them to learn how to drink out of a water bowl? Or is that just called…
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