Color Me Surprised

My head started hurting this morning, and I thought maybe I answered too many questions at Trivia last night (Goldeneye was Pierce Brosnan's first Bond film! Those are lyrics from "Losing My Religion"! etc.).  Then I started feeling warm this afternoon.  No, I did not suspect my hair like Pedro, but I finally got out the thermometer at 4:00.

It felt like longer than usual for the digital thermometer to "chirp," and there it was, 99 degrees.  Which for someone like me who tends to run below 98.6 for "normal" felt way worse.

Guess I'll lie low until tomorrow. Ugh.



Approaching the End of July

Not that I seem to have been doing a whole ton, but the rest of last week got away from me before I even knew it.  My dad took us to a huge smorgasbord out near Amish country for his birthday.  It was interesting and I still can't decide if the best part was all the people-watching or the slice of lemon meringue pie at the end.

On Friday, the scale at the vet said that The Cat had lost more weight (in spite of eating fairly steadily) and was now at 6.6 lbs.  That really knocked me for a loop--I felt fooled after I realized how much she was licking gravy and not really eating everything on her plate, and also just furious with her stupid thyroid for not behaving.  I don't know if the medication will get it under control, but we're just going to do our best with it.  But I'd like to get her back up to 7 lbs. or more.  Poor lightweight kitty.

Basically, I have just under a month of summer vacation left, and I decided I need to make the most of it and try to get as much out of it as I can.  Not sure exactly what that means just yet, but if at the very least my home is organized and I've had some fun, then that will be good.

At the very least, I can say so far this week that I had an interesting conversation with a 70 year old high school teacher after Mass at not-my-usual-church, and also I got to see my niece have an excellent birthday complete with one of those much-drooled-over dolls that Mom, Younger Sister, and I chipped in to purchase for her.  The kid was thrilled when she unwrapped the big box.

Her younger brothers, on the other hand, kept watching closely and hopefully to see if there would be something non-doll-related among her presents.  (Sorry, boys--maybe on your birthdays. . .)



The Cat: Sweet Sixteen

The Cat would be contributing to this post herself, but right now she's in the middle of her fifth nap for the day.  Schedules are still very important to older kitties!

However, she was kind enough to tolerate pose for some photos earlier this morning, when I had the window open (briefly, as it got hot-and-humid in a hurry).

Let's see, after I chewed on the catnip, what was I going to do?

Oh, yeah! Birdwatching!

She did have an early present yesterday, as we had a chicken sandwich--meaning I sat down to lunch and she approached the plate with much interest in a generous sample.  So far today she has been treated to tuna juice.  And there might be some steak later.  But of course there certainly will be some armchair snuggle time.

If she's willing to share the armchair and the remote, that is.

Recap of her year:  She showed off her toes (August); played Catzilla (December); adjusted to a new litterbox and fired up her laser eyes (January); spent way too much time at the vet in March dealing with her neck boo-boos; played with toys and met a new vet (May); and got a funny haircut (with a side of non-lymphoma test results!) in June.

And in between all that, there was much purring and patting my face with her paw while I was trying to sleep.  Some things don't change, no matter how old you get.

Happy Birthday, Cat!  I am glad you are here, my fluffy little friend.



Trying to Beat the Heat & Hanging out with The Cat

Or at least cope with it, anyway.  This morning, I decided that using English Breakfast tea bags to make iced tea qualifies it as a breakfast beverage.

It's supposed to reach 96 in Philadelphia proper, and the 'burbs will get close to that.  I feel bad for the people who have to work outside or even just have to wait for the next SEPTA bus (which hopefully has working A/C and won't break down) to arrive.  It's about 1:00 and I'm trying to decide if it's worth venturing out to the gym.  I didn't go yesterday because I was called to sub in at the Reference Desk at my side job.  Maybe I'll just do a video here in the air conditioning, and not venture out until later tonight for some trivia.

Update on the ill among my tribe: My aunt's still not doing well and is back in the hospital.  I don't know what they did to her but it doesn't seem right.  

As for The Cat, well, after getting over some scary side effects from Friday's anti-nausea shot Saturday morning, she has been more interested in food--e.g. venturing into the kitchen for something to eat--and even has regained the confidence/strength to jump up on the kitchen counter for her drink from her special cup in the kitchen sink.  She's not eating a whole lot of solid food, but now she is content to lick the gravy off some Fancy Feast and chew some of the munchy parts.


I hope you can see this video--The Cat is taking one of her typical long drinks of water in the kitchen.  (Can you see she still has a slight patch of missing fur at her scruff from the whole boo-boo ordeal?)  She actually went back and took another drink immediately after this one.  I wonder if she drinks more at once so she can take longer naps.  She's got a schedule to keep, you know.

I have to add that the vet was very helpful in dealing with my concerns Saturday morning.  The doctor left for vacation but I got a call right back from the tech (the one I thought didn't like The Cat very much) and she told me about not only the side effects but also some options of vet hospitals to call/visit if The Cat didn't get better.  Fortunately, I was able to call her back by noon to tell her The Cat was looking better.  She also called that evening while she was at the vet to feed the animals staying there, to double-check that The Cat was still doing O.K.

It was a tough decision, but I do feel I made the right choice in moving on from the previous vet.



It's a Three-Oreo Night

And they will be washed down with a glass of red wine.

The Cat? Oh, she's still here.  Drinking tuna juice and cat-food gravy here and there, scratching up the armchair, napping in all her favorite places at their appointed times on the rotation.

It took me THREE DAYS to get a copy of her records from the old veterinarian's office.  I called Monday, I went Tuesday and could do nothing but fill out the form ("I have them right here on my chair but I didn't get to it yet"--newish incompetent receptionist), and then I sat in the office waiting room for half an hour while they finally were photocopied.  At least I saw a cute kitten who was trying to bust out of her carrier while her people talked to the tech, and I chatted with a guy (married, natch) who was picking up a spayed puppy.

My aunt (married to one of my mom's brothers) had surgery yesterday and it appears it wasn't done right--especially upsetting to my uncle who is a doctor himself. Today's update doesn't sound great, either. Gotta pray.  

And I got a rejection letter from the place where I'd thought I'd had a great interview.

The highlight of the day was my new tutoring job (a.k.a. money to add to the SOSOB fund).  And buying wine (not with the aforementioned earnings--but isn't that wine brand name hilarious? Wishful thinking!).

Now if you'll excuse me, I have an interview with some Oreos.



An Odds-and-Ends Kind of Update

(UPDATED: Found comments in "Spam" filter and there was no notation on the emailed version. I'm sorry--they have been restored!) Blogger seems to be eating comments.  They're appearing in my e-mail inbox but not in Blogger.  I am baffled.  Keep trying, though, will you please?

A little of this, and a little of that--all of which I hope is not too uninteresting:

  •  My July 4th was fairly low-key.  I wasn't up for the local parade in the morning (see next bullet)  but I did go to my cousin's annual picnic.  Not many people, but a good group of people, so that was just right.  I got my grilled hot dog and my other cousin's daughter showed some of her artwork from her college portfolio.  She's been working in mostly 2-D stuff this year, ink, figure drawing.  She's really developing her talents and reminds me a lot of my late cousin "Sonny" (her uncle).  And it's good to know I haven't forgotten some of my art instruction--I do miss it a little.  Maybe someday I'll take a class to see what I've still got.
  • The Cat has backslid a bit and is doing the "no solid food" thing again.  And she's not always letting me sleep either--nothing like being tapped on the cheek by a paw at 4 a.m.  The new vet is stumped (most eating problems can be idiopathic anyway), but we had increased her anti-thyroid meds so on Friday he said stop them.  He hasn't been suffering through morning "thyroid yells," so I'm splitting the difference and going to one dose every other morning.
    I guess I'll just try to keep offering her cat-food gravy, tuna juice, and maybe some pureed chicken livers (finally found a store with fresh ones, ew).  I mean, I cried this morning because this might mean her body's just done, but seeing as she's still birdwatching, bathing, contemplating scaling the shelves of the linen closet (busted this morning! No, kitteh!), and scratching the armchair, I just don't know anything right now.  And that might suck even more than knowing.
  • I got back into writing a little, working on something I started for NaNoWriMo a few years back.  (Must've felt relaxed for a miraculous few hours.)  Pulled out my notes and wrote a few more scenes.  Nothing fits together (yet) but that's pretty much how I write anything, even term papers--do the big things and connect everything eventually.
  • Going to take a day trip with Mom this week to see my Pop-Pop and my aunt and uncle.  I think my cousin who has been studying horticultural therapy gave my mom some plants to take.  It might be interesting to Pop-Pop, who knows?  That reminds me I was supposed to look for a basil plant for Mom yesterday. Shoot.  Well, I have a couple of days to look around.  But I'm excited to go visit.
  • The last paragraph of this article about creating an online dating profile pretty much sums up why I haven't taken the plunge again after lousy past results.  There doesn't seem to be any way to put any personal complexity or depth "on paper," so to speak.  Oh well, I continue to ponder all that.

I'm gonna go crank up the stereo and do the brunch dishes.