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(Well, maybe not the worst, but right up in the top three, certainly.)

So not the week to be out of Zoloft.

Yesterday ended around 4:30 AM, after an emergency 3 AM trip to CVS and a couple of hours of shoving sugar down my seriously--as in, "first reading on the glucose meter once we realized what was probably going on: 34 rather than somewhere in the 70s or above"--hypoglycemic cat's throat. nminusone's day ended much later than that, as he stayed up with ( Read more... )

There's just nothing I enjoy more than bringing my cat back clearly sick from his vet's office where he's been boarded for the weekend (and of course according to the guy I just talked to on the phone, they saw no signs of him being unwell, even though he his appetite was enough off that they prescribed an appetite stimulant for him). I think for ( Read more... )

Partaking in the bird seed buffet: 16 mourning doves, five slate-colored juncos, a tufted titmouse and a chickadee. Gateway's head is going to explode.


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There are few alarms quite as effective as a hungry cat who wants his breakfast. If only I could hit the snooze on him until my real alarm was set to go off half an hour from now.

This is how I spent the latter part of my evening last night. That cat is so grounded. Chris again earns title "Hero of the Revolution" for retrieving him, because I was almost ready to let Brave Sir Dumbass stay outside all night.

You know what makes everything better though? OMG ponies!!1!11!! Okay, technically it's a miniature horse. (via cuteoverload)

Chris has posted about this, but here's an update for anyone who doesn't also read his journal and is following the saga of my diabetic kitty. Gateway's appetite came back with a vengeance over the weekend, he's been shovelling down the food nearly as fast as we put it out for him for a few days. Chris finally found a glucose meter that required ( Read more... )

My cat is a little rock star. When we went to visit during his three-day stay at the vet, the tech was telling us that everybody absolutely loved him because he was so laid back. I think it's mostly "resigned to his fate", but in either case they were pleased that he wasn't a holy terror like a lot of cats who end up at the vet. "Not impressed ( Read more... )

This was just what I needed last night to distract me; y'all rock like rockin' things. Gateway was at the vet all day yesterday to get a blood glucose curve drawn up and to figure out what sort of insulin dosage he needed. When we heard from the vet finally around 7 PM, they told us he might be kept overnight and to call back at 9. Around 9, we ( Read more... )