Home this afternoon. Took Baubles the Cat in to the vet this morning to have an ingrown toenail seen to, and decided she may as well get her annual haircut at the same time. It’s always a traumatic exercise for all concerned - especially the veterinary staff - as Baubles the Cat loathes them and refuses to cooperate. She usually growls, spits, bites, scratches, drools and pees - and that’s before you even get her out of the cat carrier. Needless to say she has to be sedated for the whole exercise, a process that usually leaves her quite groggy afterwards.
She looks quite funny with her ‘poodle’ haircut and is rather more placid than usual at the moment (at least until the sedative wears off).
“I’d like a drink please.”
Favourite water dispenser. Guaranteed fresh.
Grooming after some lunch.
The vet didn’t seem too traumatised by the experience (I think he left the nurses to do most of the handling after she woke up), and commented that Baubles the Cat is “pretty robust” for her age (almost 15).
Turns out Baubles had not one, but two ingrown toenails - one on each front paw - and the left paw was a bit pus-ey (how do you talk about pus around cats? “The cat was pussy”?). We’re going to have to give Baubles antibiotics in tablet form for the next week or so. This could be fun painful. I rejected the idea of getting the meds in a paste because Baubles refuses to cooperate with medication given in the Smear-the-paste-on-cat method - she doesn’t lick the spot and ignores it, letting it go all crusty. I swear she thinks we are trying to poison her or something.
Inspired by Liz Lane Lawley’s Thanksgiving post. I saw a few other blogs with similar posts but of course I didn’t make a note of them, so the only other one I can remember is Ricklibrarian’s.
Thanksgiving is a uniquely American celebration and goes unremarked here. Still, it’s a good opportunity to reflect on all the things I’m grateful for:
A loving partner. My soulmate.
Good health.
A pleasant and comfortable home.
A temperamental cat. Baubles the Cat is never dull to have around.
Being a part of an interesting profession.
Family and friends. The blogosphere.
Published on 23 November 2006
in meme.
Seen on Walt at Random, then Two Peas, No Pod. Memes metamorphose as they move through the blogosphere. This one I’ve only seen in a couple of blogs and already it’s changed!
You. Can. Only. Type. One. Word. No. Explanations.
1. Yourself? Optimistic.
2. Your significant other? Beloved.
3. Your hair? Shorn.
4. Your mother? Tenderness.
5. Your father? Confucian.
6. Your favourite item? Bangle.
7. Your dream last night? Forgotten.
8. Your favourite drink? Heineken.
9. Your dream car/truck? Nix.
10. The room you are in? Cluttered.
11. Your ex? Distant.
12. Your fear? Cockroaches.
13. What you want to be in 10 years? Engaged.
14. Who you hung out with last night? M.
15. What you’re not? Fashionable.
16. Muffins? Chocolate.
17. One of your wish list items? PelikanM600.
18.The last thing you did? Cuppa.
19. What you are wearing? Sarong.
20. Your favourite weather? Autumn.
21. Your favourite book? Mockingbird.
22. The last thing you ate? Rice pudding.
23. Your life? Full.
24. Your mood? Bright.
25. Your body? Stretch.
26. What are you thinking about right now? Schedule.
27. Your car? Shared.
28. What are you doing at the moment? Radio.
39. Your summer? Anticipated.
30. When is the last time you laughed? Yesterday.
Consider yourself tagged if you’ve read this far!
Home this afternoon. Took Baubles the Cat in to the vet this morning to have an ingrown toenail seen to, and decided she may as well get her annual haircut at the same time. It’s always a traumatic exercise for all concerned - especially the veterinary staff - as Baubles the Cat loathes them and refuses to cooperate. She usually growls, spits, bites, scratches, drools and pees - and that’s before you even get her out of the cat carrier. Needless to say she has to be sedated for the whole exercise, a process that usually leaves her quite groggy afterwards.
She looks quite funny with her ‘poodle’ haircut and is rather more placid than usual at the moment (at least until the sedative wears off).
