Where...wait...what?
That's it? You mean the weekend's over?! What the...what happened to it?
Friday night, got home, did some laundry, watched some Olympics. The problem here is that the laundry I did was the bed linens, again. Of late, Oz has gotten into some sort of terrible cycle of peeing on the bed. This used to be a very occasional behavioral problem, but it became prevalent enough that I worried he might have a UTI or something, so I made a vet appointment for him. I made one for Desmond, too, while I was at it, because why not? It would probably calm them down to go together and then neither one of them would have to freak out that the other one "smelled like vet." It was time for rabies shots and to check on general well-being. I have decided to be a little more proactive in my vet-visiting habits instead of just waiting until everything is terrible. (This week, not at all coincidentally, is the one-year anniversary of my losing Scully to kidney failure.)
I slept for a good long while, and awoke nervous already about having to put Oz in a carrier. He hates them. He runs away when he sees one. I also determined I needed a bigger one than the one I'd gotten for him. See, I've managed to own cats for over 13 years now without having a comprehensive carrier plan. For a long time I had only Scully, and a small carrier, which was fine because she was a small cat. It was also handy for transporting Estelle the rat when I needed to do so. When I got Oz I should have gotten a second carrier but I was cheap. And I kept borrowing other people's when I needed one. A year or so ago, just to feel like I had something as an option, I got a soft-sided carrier. When I had to start taking Scully to the vet last year I used that one, because it turns out that storing the small hard-sided one uncovered on the balcony for a few years hadn't really been good for it! Hunh! I also used it to transport Desmond when he came along. And...the zipper broke. Dang! Get what you pay for, I guess. So the long and short of it is, this weekend I sucked it up and purchased two nice new top-loading hard-sided carriers of a small and large size, one for D. and one for Oz. My whole day Saturday was sort of eaten up by preparing for the mechanics of getting them both in carriers and over to the vet's on time. Suffice to say it wasn't pretty, but it got done. Neither of them were thrilled, but it WAS good to bring them together. They sat near each other as their cages faced one another.
The long and short of it (conveniently the vet called with the blood and urinalysis test results not long ago!) is that both cats are perfectly healthy. Which means that Oz peeing on the bed is merely behavioral. *sigh* Now, he hasn't done it since Friday. I have Nature's Miracled the hell out of everything, and I think I may have finally reached all the stain with it, plus the multiple launderings. He was kinda traumatized for 24 hours after the vet, but he is now eating and drinking normally and socializing normally, and so far no pee anywhere but the place it's supposed to be. If we have another incident I'm going to have to establish a second litter box at the very least, because I know that ideally I should have one for each cat. Space is at such a premium in my place, but I think at this point it's worth the sacrifice. Or maybe the vet trip put the fear of God into Oz and he'll straighten up and fly right from now on! But anyway, I know he's healthy, and that is a relief.
So that was my Saturday! No. When I got home from the vet's I called salami_salome, but our schedules and plans differed too greatly to get together. Instead I ran a grocery errand, picked up some cheap Chinese food while I was out, and ate dinner while watching last week's episode of Monk off the DVR. (Now that the Olympics are over I can catch up on stuff! And actually start using Netflix again!) Then I headed down to cheetahmaster's place for a really terrible movie with good company. I am afraid I was mostly asleep for the second half. But still: really, really bad. Went home around midnight and pretty much went right to bed.
Got up on Sunday determined to go to church. In a roundabout way, my paternal grandmother (the one in the hospital recovering from gallstone removal) is the reason I'm Catholic; it's where the whole thing started. My relationship with the church remains complicated, but it seemed only right that on this week when my half-heathen ass has been doing a lot of praying, that I go do it in the very milieu that would make the object of my prayers most comfortable. I was pretty distracted, but I went, dammit, and did what little I could.
Afterward, with a massive headache from either lack of caffeine and/or the Red Army, I went to Starbucks. Ahh. Two Advil and a vanilla no-sugar-syrup latte and it was gone! Nice. Thought I'd stop by the AT&T store to make inquiries in re: iPhone, but they were packed, so that can wait. Did the last bit of grocery shopping and went home. Lazed around until it was time to go to my folks' for dinner and a family gathering.
Nice time over there, my brother and his family were there so we were all together for the first time in a while. We got caught up on the grandmother situation which is: no change. Hunh. Apparently the weekend nurses were far less competent than the weekday nurses, but my aunt sounds like she is on top of any potential problems. My grandmother's still really hopped up on pain meds. So: we're waiting and seeing.
Afterward I swung by to visit necrocannibal and msteleute and go on the second Starbucks run of the day. Decaf this time! It was nice hanging out because I hadn't seen either of them in a social capacity in weeks. Then I came home, had a little cat-time, and went the heck to bed.
Now here I am to do it all again. Work is still kind of crazy, though I don't feel any balls have been dropped yet. But it was a very stressful week last week and with half my weekend taken up with vet visiting and worry, I don't feel very rested up. Thank goodness it's a three-day weekend ahead!
Friday night, got home, did some laundry, watched some Olympics. The problem here is that the laundry I did was the bed linens, again. Of late, Oz has gotten into some sort of terrible cycle of peeing on the bed. This used to be a very occasional behavioral problem, but it became prevalent enough that I worried he might have a UTI or something, so I made a vet appointment for him. I made one for Desmond, too, while I was at it, because why not? It would probably calm them down to go together and then neither one of them would have to freak out that the other one "smelled like vet." It was time for rabies shots and to check on general well-being. I have decided to be a little more proactive in my vet-visiting habits instead of just waiting until everything is terrible. (This week, not at all coincidentally, is the one-year anniversary of my losing Scully to kidney failure.)
I slept for a good long while, and awoke nervous already about having to put Oz in a carrier. He hates them. He runs away when he sees one. I also determined I needed a bigger one than the one I'd gotten for him. See, I've managed to own cats for over 13 years now without having a comprehensive carrier plan. For a long time I had only Scully, and a small carrier, which was fine because she was a small cat. It was also handy for transporting Estelle the rat when I needed to do so. When I got Oz I should have gotten a second carrier but I was cheap. And I kept borrowing other people's when I needed one. A year or so ago, just to feel like I had something as an option, I got a soft-sided carrier. When I had to start taking Scully to the vet last year I used that one, because it turns out that storing the small hard-sided one uncovered on the balcony for a few years hadn't really been good for it! Hunh! I also used it to transport Desmond when he came along. And...the zipper broke. Dang! Get what you pay for, I guess. So the long and short of it is, this weekend I sucked it up and purchased two nice new top-loading hard-sided carriers of a small and large size, one for D. and one for Oz. My whole day Saturday was sort of eaten up by preparing for the mechanics of getting them both in carriers and over to the vet's on time. Suffice to say it wasn't pretty, but it got done. Neither of them were thrilled, but it WAS good to bring them together. They sat near each other as their cages faced one another.
The long and short of it (conveniently the vet called with the blood and urinalysis test results not long ago!) is that both cats are perfectly healthy. Which means that Oz peeing on the bed is merely behavioral. *sigh* Now, he hasn't done it since Friday. I have Nature's Miracled the hell out of everything, and I think I may have finally reached all the stain with it, plus the multiple launderings. He was kinda traumatized for 24 hours after the vet, but he is now eating and drinking normally and socializing normally, and so far no pee anywhere but the place it's supposed to be. If we have another incident I'm going to have to establish a second litter box at the very least, because I know that ideally I should have one for each cat. Space is at such a premium in my place, but I think at this point it's worth the sacrifice. Or maybe the vet trip put the fear of God into Oz and he'll straighten up and fly right from now on! But anyway, I know he's healthy, and that is a relief.
So that was my Saturday! No. When I got home from the vet's I called salami_salome, but our schedules and plans differed too greatly to get together. Instead I ran a grocery errand, picked up some cheap Chinese food while I was out, and ate dinner while watching last week's episode of Monk off the DVR. (Now that the Olympics are over I can catch up on stuff! And actually start using Netflix again!) Then I headed down to cheetahmaster's place for a really terrible movie with good company. I am afraid I was mostly asleep for the second half. But still: really, really bad. Went home around midnight and pretty much went right to bed.
Got up on Sunday determined to go to church. In a roundabout way, my paternal grandmother (the one in the hospital recovering from gallstone removal) is the reason I'm Catholic; it's where the whole thing started. My relationship with the church remains complicated, but it seemed only right that on this week when my half-heathen ass has been doing a lot of praying, that I go do it in the very milieu that would make the object of my prayers most comfortable. I was pretty distracted, but I went, dammit, and did what little I could.
Afterward, with a massive headache from either lack of caffeine and/or the Red Army, I went to Starbucks. Ahh. Two Advil and a vanilla no-sugar-syrup latte and it was gone! Nice. Thought I'd stop by the AT&T store to make inquiries in re: iPhone, but they were packed, so that can wait. Did the last bit of grocery shopping and went home. Lazed around until it was time to go to my folks' for dinner and a family gathering.
Nice time over there, my brother and his family were there so we were all together for the first time in a while. We got caught up on the grandmother situation which is: no change. Hunh. Apparently the weekend nurses were far less competent than the weekday nurses, but my aunt sounds like she is on top of any potential problems. My grandmother's still really hopped up on pain meds. So: we're waiting and seeing.
Afterward I swung by to visit necrocannibal and msteleute and go on the second Starbucks run of the day. Decaf this time! It was nice hanging out because I hadn't seen either of them in a social capacity in weeks. Then I came home, had a little cat-time, and went the heck to bed.
Now here I am to do it all again. Work is still kind of crazy, though I don't feel any balls have been dropped yet. But it was a very stressful week last week and with half my weekend taken up with vet visiting and worry, I don't feel very rested up. Thank goodness it's a three-day weekend ahead!