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AHAHAHAH!
On pipthegirl.com, when I finally get it up and working, I am going to have a pet peeve of the day blog.
On a side note, there's a bit of a 'war' going on over on sayerbloke's journal. You should go look at it if you have time, and maybe even participate? Doesn't matter which side.
I'm being slightly inflammatory, but eh. I just can't stand certain behaviours, and certain 'techniques' when it comes to arguing. Also, it's pretty frustrating when time after time people miss your point. Communication can be so ridiculously difficult at times, almost painfully. Same with being sociable. If I'm not in the right mood, I go insane.
I need breakfast. I was up til 1.30 this morning randomly cleaning and organizing cupboards and watching television trying to tire my eyes out enough so I could sleep.
I have had to feed Jerry his food mixed with a little yogurt to make him eat it, and yesterday, I ran out of yogurt, so I had to use milk. This morning he farted in my face and I wanted to puke.
I cannot wait til I use up all this bullshit and unneccessarily expensive food that looks to me as if it is HORRIBLE quality. So much for vets knowing best. But he is losing weight, so YEY.
I should take a now picture of him, and set up some before and after thingy. My fat baby is losing his fat ness! Which is good because it means that you know, he'll live longer.
His kidneys are clearly not doing well. He's old and still having trouble with the litterbox and stairs. I get the impression that that time when he went on the floor was most likely because he could not climb up the stairs to the litterbox as it was right by the bottom stair.
He's still too big for me to put the cover on the box and leave it downstairs in our bedroom or something, so I'm either waiting til I can afford a bigger litterbox, or finding somewhere to put it where we won't step on the cat litter he kicks out, and it won't matter if he accidentally poops out of the box. Right now it is on a plastic mat in a crevice upstairs that offers my babies privacy and is easy to clean messes up.
If our landlord finally shows us some bigger places, the litterbox could go in my workroom, along with a desk and a sleeping bag and cat scratching post. But seeing as I do not have a work room yet..
anyway, going for food.
On pipthegirl.com, when I finally get it up and working, I am going to have a pet peeve of the day blog.
On a side note, there's a bit of a 'war' going on over on sayerbloke's journal. You should go look at it if you have time, and maybe even participate? Doesn't matter which side.
I'm being slightly inflammatory, but eh. I just can't stand certain behaviours, and certain 'techniques' when it comes to arguing. Also, it's pretty frustrating when time after time people miss your point. Communication can be so ridiculously difficult at times, almost painfully. Same with being sociable. If I'm not in the right mood, I go insane.
I need breakfast. I was up til 1.30 this morning randomly cleaning and organizing cupboards and watching television trying to tire my eyes out enough so I could sleep.
I have had to feed Jerry his food mixed with a little yogurt to make him eat it, and yesterday, I ran out of yogurt, so I had to use milk. This morning he farted in my face and I wanted to puke.
I cannot wait til I use up all this bullshit and unneccessarily expensive food that looks to me as if it is HORRIBLE quality. So much for vets knowing best. But he is losing weight, so YEY.
I should take a now picture of him, and set up some before and after thingy. My fat baby is losing his fat ness! Which is good because it means that you know, he'll live longer.
His kidneys are clearly not doing well. He's old and still having trouble with the litterbox and stairs. I get the impression that that time when he went on the floor was most likely because he could not climb up the stairs to the litterbox as it was right by the bottom stair.
He's still too big for me to put the cover on the box and leave it downstairs in our bedroom or something, so I'm either waiting til I can afford a bigger litterbox, or finding somewhere to put it where we won't step on the cat litter he kicks out, and it won't matter if he accidentally poops out of the box. Right now it is on a plastic mat in a crevice upstairs that offers my babies privacy and is easy to clean messes up.
If our landlord finally shows us some bigger places, the litterbox could go in my workroom, along with a desk and a sleeping bag and cat scratching post. But seeing as I do not have a work room yet..
anyway, going for food.