this is mostly a story about my cat
I keep thinking about posting, but then I get tired from the thought and wander off to do something else. I also keep waiting to be less tired all the time, but so far that hasn't happened. It's annoying, frankly.
On Tuesday I took my twelve-year-old cat* to the vet and learned that she has arthritis in her front shoulders, which is causing her to have some trouble jumping. She's never been much of a jumper to begin with, frankly, but getting down is causing her more stumbles these days. So they gave me some samples of glucosamine and suggested I consider buying her some stairs to get up on my bed, since it's pretty tall and therefore causes the biggest problem, since that's where she spends most of her day.
So far she has flat refused to eat any food with glucosamine mixed in, regardless of flavor, and she is acting as though the stairs have personally offended her. OF COURSE.
The other cat, who is 5, will eat anything, and therefore will likely never have joint problems, because she's getting a healthy dose of glucosamine every day when she eats the food Annie turns her squashy little nose up at.
This is what my life has become: Regular arguments with my elderly cat about how much better her life would be if she'd just use the stairs. The young cat, at least, enjoys hiding under them. I think she figures she's safe from the vacuum there.
Usually my office slows down during the summer, but this year that hasn't really happened until this week. Partly that's probably because I've been sick so much, so I've been playing catch-up for weeks and I'm finally caught up. School starts again in a week or so, I think, and once that happens we'll pick up again. But for now things are pretty boring around here, and all of us are sort of scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to find things to do.
One would think this situation would translate into tons of fiction writing by yours truly, but of course that is not the case. Mostly I've been spinning my wheels and poking around the internet looking for ways to avoid being a productive human being. Sadly, the internet is pretty quiet these days too, so I've pretty much finished it at this point. When I resort to celebrity gossip to fill my day, you know I've reached the bottom of the barrel.
I'd post some kind of prompt meme, but a) no one's reading LJ anymore, and b) it's not like I can write anything** anyway.
I am failing at convincing myself not to go buy more coffee, even though I know I shouldn't spend the money. Sometimes it's the only interesting thing about my day.
Plans to move continue apace, despite the fact that a) I can't afford it, b) I probably won't be able to sell my house, and c) I probably won't be able to find a job when I get there. But hey, that's all details. They have a way of working themselves out.
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* In this picture she is demonstrating that she can, in fact, use stairs, whether or not she chooses to.
** I did finish some Glee fic last night, but it's so boring I don't even want to look at it long enough to proofread, so I doubt anyone else will want to read it.
On Tuesday I took my twelve-year-old cat* to the vet and learned that she has arthritis in her front shoulders, which is causing her to have some trouble jumping. She's never been much of a jumper to begin with, frankly, but getting down is causing her more stumbles these days. So they gave me some samples of glucosamine and suggested I consider buying her some stairs to get up on my bed, since it's pretty tall and therefore causes the biggest problem, since that's where she spends most of her day.
So far she has flat refused to eat any food with glucosamine mixed in, regardless of flavor, and she is acting as though the stairs have personally offended her. OF COURSE.
The other cat, who is 5, will eat anything, and therefore will likely never have joint problems, because she's getting a healthy dose of glucosamine every day when she eats the food Annie turns her squashy little nose up at.
This is what my life has become: Regular arguments with my elderly cat about how much better her life would be if she'd just use the stairs. The young cat, at least, enjoys hiding under them. I think she figures she's safe from the vacuum there.
Usually my office slows down during the summer, but this year that hasn't really happened until this week. Partly that's probably because I've been sick so much, so I've been playing catch-up for weeks and I'm finally caught up. School starts again in a week or so, I think, and once that happens we'll pick up again. But for now things are pretty boring around here, and all of us are sort of scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to find things to do.
One would think this situation would translate into tons of fiction writing by yours truly, but of course that is not the case. Mostly I've been spinning my wheels and poking around the internet looking for ways to avoid being a productive human being. Sadly, the internet is pretty quiet these days too, so I've pretty much finished it at this point. When I resort to celebrity gossip to fill my day, you know I've reached the bottom of the barrel.
I'd post some kind of prompt meme, but a) no one's reading LJ anymore, and b) it's not like I can write anything** anyway.
I am failing at convincing myself not to go buy more coffee, even though I know I shouldn't spend the money. Sometimes it's the only interesting thing about my day.
Plans to move continue apace, despite the fact that a) I can't afford it, b) I probably won't be able to sell my house, and c) I probably won't be able to find a job when I get there. But hey, that's all details. They have a way of working themselves out.
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* In this picture she is demonstrating that she can, in fact, use stairs, whether or not she chooses to.
** I did finish some Glee fic last night, but it's so boring I don't even want to look at it long enough to proofread, so I doubt anyone else will want to read it.