Two things....
On the email bitchfest about the fact that I haven't congratulated, commented or sent farking traffic to certain freinds on certain launches - on the fact that some people thought my post about *my* speciality was somehow all about them, and on the concept that just because I read someone's stuff, I need to comment - quit it (and if you haven't *specifically* yelled at me for it, I'm not having a go at you - don't worry about it). I know a couple of you read this feed as well, and this post as all other information about the event is public anyway. I've had my hands utterly FULL this week...
BECAUSE
The 2nd thing.
I mention my Bengal, Kushka, usually in terms like 'walking scatter template' and 'the cat that constantly sneezes' alongside the more oblique references about my constant companion, office cat 'etc'. She's always been with me, other than a couple of very uncomfortable days at Easter and a couple more in hospital. On Saturday, she started puking. Sunday - we fasted her for 18 hours, or so, before the constant stamping, treadling and loud YOWLS got too much and then gave her a handful of dry. Monday, all day, she was lethargic, refused to come and snuggle up on the couch, managed to play just once before giving in and hiding back in her box. I tried coaxing her out with her favorite treats - nada. I steamed her, thinking it might be her nose - again, nada.
Tuesday was much the same, after another bout of hurling Monday night.
The last time I coaxed her out on Tuesday, which was just before the 'fun' began, she was mewling so pitifully that I decided this was enough. It wasn't good enough to fast her and slowly introduce her food back, and I hadn't seen her use her water fountain once. I phoned the vet.
The vets said we'd done the right thing, waiting it out, but she was now dehydrated. They wanted to keep her in overnight - and she needed an x-ray at midnight, so they were sending her to another vet's overnight, and would care for her at thier unit during the day. I burst into tears - thankfully though, we had insurance that covers *this*.
So off we took her to the vet, complete with drip in her paw. Blood tests by this point were good and she's suddenly bright, breezy and yowling to get out of her box. Took her to the overnight vets.
Wednesday morning, my beloved picked her up. She'd done 'ok' overnight, and the bips were moving slooooooowly. They needed to x-ray her a couple of more times. X-rays went fine - we went in to see her. She complained and yowled and purred and tried to get out of her cage. They wanted to keep her in another night.
Yesterday, at 10am, they decided that they'd checked everything, and were satisfied that she was ok. She was home by four - there's photos on my facebook of her too. (here) and (here - pre vets on Sunday (see the notes about how much she sneezes before asking about her nose. She's always snotty - we treat it by steaming her and and getting her antibiotics when it's really bad. Her last owners, at some point in the chain didn't treat it and she's stuck with it).
Overnight, she's been limping, clinging to me, and struggling to get up into the kids bunkbeds, where she sleeps (cause the kids don't play in their rooms often), so I had to take her pink bandage off - and her paw is about three times regular size (cause the bandage was too tight), but other than that she's ok. loud, clingy, but ok.
So, guys, instead of CONSTANTLY stamping your feet, thinking of only yourselves, and generally ignoring me unless you want something, like validation, how about you think about the fact that I could have lost one of the few things in my life that I treasure beyond the few human interactions I now have, and get a life, get a spine, and stop whining at me. I *am not* here soley to service your egos, and I am, quite honestly, fed up with the idea that I have to be a good freind by commenting, when others among you just *don't*, and have *no* good reason for it. ANd if you feel guilty or ashamed, perhaps that's a sign you've screwed up and you should start making ammends. If you don't....well, don't let the door hit you on the way out. I've had enough of a small number of you now, and will start quietly extracting you from the things I do.
So in summation. Whining about how much interaction you're getting is kinda like telling me not to write. It won't fly, and if you keep it up, you'll be on the outside, rather than the inside, when things take off. I've repaid every debt I have, in kind and then some for writing, so I have *NO OBLIGATION* to anyone other than my partner, my kids and those that are loyal and understanding freinds. And freinds don't whine at other freinds just because they aren't getting an ego stroking.
And yes, I know, I'm remiss on congratulations on the big news. Well done for those that need/want/deserve them - sorry for those in relationship difficulties - hugs for those struggling - high fives for those that are 'winning' and could y'all think happy thoughts that Kushie will actually get better and we'll all be ok again please?
Cheers.
BECAUSE
The 2nd thing.
I mention my Bengal, Kushka, usually in terms like 'walking scatter template' and 'the cat that constantly sneezes' alongside the more oblique references about my constant companion, office cat 'etc'. She's always been with me, other than a couple of very uncomfortable days at Easter and a couple more in hospital. On Saturday, she started puking. Sunday - we fasted her for 18 hours, or so, before the constant stamping, treadling and loud YOWLS got too much and then gave her a handful of dry. Monday, all day, she was lethargic, refused to come and snuggle up on the couch, managed to play just once before giving in and hiding back in her box. I tried coaxing her out with her favorite treats - nada. I steamed her, thinking it might be her nose - again, nada.
Tuesday was much the same, after another bout of hurling Monday night.
The last time I coaxed her out on Tuesday, which was just before the 'fun' began, she was mewling so pitifully that I decided this was enough. It wasn't good enough to fast her and slowly introduce her food back, and I hadn't seen her use her water fountain once. I phoned the vet.
The vets said we'd done the right thing, waiting it out, but she was now dehydrated. They wanted to keep her in overnight - and she needed an x-ray at midnight, so they were sending her to another vet's overnight, and would care for her at thier unit during the day. I burst into tears - thankfully though, we had insurance that covers *this*.
So off we took her to the vet, complete with drip in her paw. Blood tests by this point were good and she's suddenly bright, breezy and yowling to get out of her box. Took her to the overnight vets.
Wednesday morning, my beloved picked her up. She'd done 'ok' overnight, and the bips were moving slooooooowly. They needed to x-ray her a couple of more times. X-rays went fine - we went in to see her. She complained and yowled and purred and tried to get out of her cage. They wanted to keep her in another night.
Yesterday, at 10am, they decided that they'd checked everything, and were satisfied that she was ok. She was home by four - there's photos on my facebook of her too. (here) and (here - pre vets on Sunday (see the notes about how much she sneezes before asking about her nose. She's always snotty - we treat it by steaming her and and getting her antibiotics when it's really bad. Her last owners, at some point in the chain didn't treat it and she's stuck with it).
Overnight, she's been limping, clinging to me, and struggling to get up into the kids bunkbeds, where she sleeps (cause the kids don't play in their rooms often), so I had to take her pink bandage off - and her paw is about three times regular size (cause the bandage was too tight), but other than that she's ok. loud, clingy, but ok.
So, guys, instead of CONSTANTLY stamping your feet, thinking of only yourselves, and generally ignoring me unless you want something, like validation, how about you think about the fact that I could have lost one of the few things in my life that I treasure beyond the few human interactions I now have, and get a life, get a spine, and stop whining at me. I *am not* here soley to service your egos, and I am, quite honestly, fed up with the idea that I have to be a good freind by commenting, when others among you just *don't*, and have *no* good reason for it. ANd if you feel guilty or ashamed, perhaps that's a sign you've screwed up and you should start making ammends. If you don't....well, don't let the door hit you on the way out. I've had enough of a small number of you now, and will start quietly extracting you from the things I do.
So in summation. Whining about how much interaction you're getting is kinda like telling me not to write. It won't fly, and if you keep it up, you'll be on the outside, rather than the inside, when things take off. I've repaid every debt I have, in kind and then some for writing, so I have *NO OBLIGATION* to anyone other than my partner, my kids and those that are loyal and understanding freinds. And freinds don't whine at other freinds just because they aren't getting an ego stroking.
And yes, I know, I'm remiss on congratulations on the big news. Well done for those that need/want/deserve them - sorry for those in relationship difficulties - hugs for those struggling - high fives for those that are 'winning' and could y'all think happy thoughts that Kushie will actually get better and we'll all be ok again please?
Cheers.