Just Call Me Silent Sam
Talk about clicking on the wrong link ... somehow, some way, I just ended up on a N.C. State basketball fan forum, and observed that their derogatory nickname for UNC is "Carowhina." Jeez, that's the best you could do ... Cowfuckers? A better nickname might be "Caro-why-do-they-always-beat-our-shitkicker-asses-na," but I thought that might be a little long for State fans to remember, so I refrained from suggesting it. (See title, and give yourself 500 Whoopie Shit points if you get the Carolina reference.)
(This is all in fun. I do not like State's or Duke's basketball teams, yea, verily much do I not like them, but I had good friends who went to both schools, and of course Duke is an excellent university. So is State, I suppose, as long as you want to study agriculture, agriculture, or agriculture.)
We just brought our 15-year-old cat Boris (a.k.a. Boo) home from the vet, where he'd been getting IV fluids and tests since Friday. He had done that thing elderly cats sometimes do where they go from seeming fairly old to seeming absolutely ancient almost overnight, so we took him in and they had to keep him for a few days. Unfortunately, in this case, sending him home just means that they didn't feel they could do anything else for him and wanted him to spend his remaining time with us. It's likely that he has some kind of cancer, but mainly he's just old. Boo's life had a difficult beginning -- we found him as a kitten in St. James Parish in 1994, by the side of the highway with both hind legs broken, hobbling around somehow and apparently living on fish guts dumped at a nearby fishing site -- but, despite not particularly liking other cats, he has had a good run with us. Now he seems comfortable and sleeps most of the time. I'll be keeping a careful eye on his condition, and have vowed not to wait too long just because we don't want to let him go.
So, the week after paying off Shaq's dental bill, we are back in hock to the vet. I've got some blank books that just need the finishing touches, and will try to put them on eBay tomorrow (today will probably be too overcast to get good pictures of them).
(This is all in fun. I do not like State's or Duke's basketball teams, yea, verily much do I not like them, but I had good friends who went to both schools, and of course Duke is an excellent university. So is State, I suppose, as long as you want to study agriculture, agriculture, or agriculture.)
We just brought our 15-year-old cat Boris (a.k.a. Boo) home from the vet, where he'd been getting IV fluids and tests since Friday. He had done that thing elderly cats sometimes do where they go from seeming fairly old to seeming absolutely ancient almost overnight, so we took him in and they had to keep him for a few days. Unfortunately, in this case, sending him home just means that they didn't feel they could do anything else for him and wanted him to spend his remaining time with us. It's likely that he has some kind of cancer, but mainly he's just old. Boo's life had a difficult beginning -- we found him as a kitten in St. James Parish in 1994, by the side of the highway with both hind legs broken, hobbling around somehow and apparently living on fish guts dumped at a nearby fishing site -- but, despite not particularly liking other cats, he has had a good run with us. Now he seems comfortable and sleeps most of the time. I'll be keeping a careful eye on his condition, and have vowed not to wait too long just because we don't want to let him go.
So, the week after paying off Shaq's dental bill, we are back in hock to the vet. I've got some blank books that just need the finishing touches, and will try to put them on eBay tomorrow (today will probably be too overcast to get good pictures of them).