Jan. 5th, 2013 11:25 pm
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So, when I came home from work yesterday, my girl cat was behaving as if she was in pain (limping, moving slowly, growling) so out to the emergency vet she went, which is nearly an hour from where I live. After x-rays and an examination, they decided that she had a bruise from a fall she took on Tuesday night (likely aggravated by a scuffle she had with her brother). They gave us pain meds and sent us home. We didn't get home until midnight and it was traumatic for us all. We have to keep the kitties separated so I was letting our boy cat sleep with me, which meant at 3 in the morning after nobody getting any sleep (but plenty of headbuts) I put him in another room and left my door open for Sophia, who ended up sleeping with me.
This morning, she still wasn't acting right (not using her box, still in pain) so we took her to her regular vet, who discovered that she'd actually dislocated her kneecap (now relocated). We got home this time around noon after stopping for sandwiches from Panera and coffee, since I hadn't actually eaten since lunch the previous day.
I had a yoga workshop at 3 today that I had signed up for ages ago so, since Sophia was finally resting, I went on, despite being exhausted. During all this, Sophia was eating and drinking fine, and so woke me at 7:30 this morning to demand breakfast, so I was rolling on four and a half hours of sleep, a lot of stress and adrenalin, no food, and no water. I think it was the no water that really did me in. My joints were really sore, especially in my hands, and then I was super cold, and then I was super sick in the middle of yoga, which was awful. I tried to pretend it wasn't happening until I couldn't anymore. Ugh. Anyway, I came home and crashed in my bed, still absolutely freezing, with my mom coming in three separate times to ask if I was sleeping, which she apparently didn't think I should do.
Anyway. We're meant to keep Sophia from running, jumping, or playing with her brother for the next two weeks. Which. She's a cat! How do you do that? And it's not like my house is overflowing with space, and my boy cat doesn't make a good sleep companion so has to sleep in another room, and can't be left out because he can be destructive. So, today we didn't really win points with the whole "don't let her jump thing". I took down her table that she likes to eat on (and she keeps looking at the place where it was mournfully). And we tried to keep her off the couch but ended up setting up a series of stepping stones. Everyone's little schedule is off and everyone (including me) is thorough upset because things aren't right. Drama.
Anyway, I'm off to bed since my eyes are rather too sore to read fic or watch videos on my Kindle. I suppose since my mom has finally taken herself off to bed, there's a chance I can sleep without her asking me if I'm sleeping.
This morning, she still wasn't acting right (not using her box, still in pain) so we took her to her regular vet, who discovered that she'd actually dislocated her kneecap (now relocated). We got home this time around noon after stopping for sandwiches from Panera and coffee, since I hadn't actually eaten since lunch the previous day.
I had a yoga workshop at 3 today that I had signed up for ages ago so, since Sophia was finally resting, I went on, despite being exhausted. During all this, Sophia was eating and drinking fine, and so woke me at 7:30 this morning to demand breakfast, so I was rolling on four and a half hours of sleep, a lot of stress and adrenalin, no food, and no water. I think it was the no water that really did me in. My joints were really sore, especially in my hands, and then I was super cold, and then I was super sick in the middle of yoga, which was awful. I tried to pretend it wasn't happening until I couldn't anymore. Ugh. Anyway, I came home and crashed in my bed, still absolutely freezing, with my mom coming in three separate times to ask if I was sleeping, which she apparently didn't think I should do.
Anyway. We're meant to keep Sophia from running, jumping, or playing with her brother for the next two weeks. Which. She's a cat! How do you do that? And it's not like my house is overflowing with space, and my boy cat doesn't make a good sleep companion so has to sleep in another room, and can't be left out because he can be destructive. So, today we didn't really win points with the whole "don't let her jump thing". I took down her table that she likes to eat on (and she keeps looking at the place where it was mournfully). And we tried to keep her off the couch but ended up setting up a series of stepping stones. Everyone's little schedule is off and everyone (including me) is thorough upset because things aren't right. Drama.
Anyway, I'm off to bed since my eyes are rather too sore to read fic or watch videos on my Kindle. I suppose since my mom has finally taken herself off to bed, there's a chance I can sleep without her asking me if I'm sleeping.
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BTW, how are you liking your Kindle?
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Anyway. I've mostly used the Kindle to watch West Wing while I cross stitch, which I suppose isn't such a bad use :D I've found the ebook catalogs both for Amazon Prime and at our local library to be really awful, so I'm not much pleased with trying to find books. I don't want to put as much effort into it as it's been when I want to read something but I can't afford to buy books all the time, either, so we'll see. Right now, I'm reading Wildwood (http://www.amazon.com/Wildwood-The-Chronicles-Book/dp/0062024701/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1357594893&sr=8-1&keywords=wildwood) from my local library (on the Kindle), which also happens to be the book I bought my mom for Christmas so we're reading it together.
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She's a cat! How do you do that?
Exactly. I suppose there's no way unless you want to keep her in a crate, which, I can imagine, she would not be very enthusiastic about.
When our cat was spayed, she had to wear the Elizabethan collar for two weeks. After one week of me constantly trying to fix it so that she couldn't slip it off her neck, I finally came home one day to my cat without the collar. The funny thing is that we couldn't find the damn thing anywhere. I search the whole house, and especially the basement, and we didn't find it. 7 months later, the collar suddenly mysteriously appeared under the stairs in the basement. Cat magic :).
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Where did it go? From whence did it come? Cat magic indeed =^.^=