My poor poor kitty...
Macavity had to go to the vet yesterday for his distemper and rabies shots. One of them makes cats sleepy for 24-48 hours afterwards. Guess who has an incredibly drowsy feline? He didn't even want breakfast this morning when usually he's begging for it. It has me a bit worried, but he has none of the really bad side effects, so I'm going to assume he's fine. If this lasts longer than 48 hours though, I'm taking him to the vet again.
Sleepy cats are the best. All limp and warm and cute.
I survived Valentine's Day. I was bothered at work for wearing black instead of red and pink. Black is my favorite color to wear. It has nothing to do with the holiday. I had red earrings and a garnet necklace and red unmentionables. Don't give me crap for not wearing more red.
Evan and I hung out. He's more into V-day than I am. We were going to go out to a movie, but decided to stay in. He got me season one of Dead Like Me. Plans for a Dead Like Me marathon are in the works. I didn't get him anything, but we're probably going out to dinner on Saturday and I think I'll bring up that I think I'm ready to move in together. He's wanted to move in with me for at least a year. Why am I so nervous about this? He's the only one I would ever want to live with. We've been together for more than 2.5 years and everyday I realize that we compliment each other and that he's the one for me. Who else can I have a spirited discussion about the joys of the word "haberdasher" and "haberdashery"? Don't think I spelled those right. Meh.
Grad school application should be done tomorrow. Yikes.
Sleepy cats are the best. All limp and warm and cute.
I survived Valentine's Day. I was bothered at work for wearing black instead of red and pink. Black is my favorite color to wear. It has nothing to do with the holiday. I had red earrings and a garnet necklace and red unmentionables. Don't give me crap for not wearing more red.
Evan and I hung out. He's more into V-day than I am. We were going to go out to a movie, but decided to stay in. He got me season one of Dead Like Me. Plans for a Dead Like Me marathon are in the works. I didn't get him anything, but we're probably going out to dinner on Saturday and I think I'll bring up that I think I'm ready to move in together. He's wanted to move in with me for at least a year. Why am I so nervous about this? He's the only one I would ever want to live with. We've been together for more than 2.5 years and everyday I realize that we compliment each other and that he's the one for me. Who else can I have a spirited discussion about the joys of the word "haberdasher" and "haberdashery"? Don't think I spelled those right. Meh.
Grad school application should be done tomorrow. Yikes.