Thanks and other stuff.
Thanks to well-wishers and condolence-givers. I feel almost a bit guilty, as everyone gave sincere (or seemingly sincere) condolences on my dead cat. Maybe I'm heartless, callous, jaded, a sociopath, any number of things, but a few hours after I posted, I had mostly forgotten about Chico and was kind of glad he was gone. I'd murder anyone that even touched one of my cats, but I don't have much of a guilty conscience about putting them to sleep when their behavior gets too far out of line. I've put two cats to sleep, the first when she was only a year old, because she constantly pissed on things and was kind of crazy in a sort of "possibly brain damaged in the womb" way. We didn't want to pass off such an unstable cat on anyone else, so we put her to sleep and gave Groucho II and Zoe a home to take her place. Chico was the second. I had hoped that he'd live to be 20, but I don't feel bad for him being gone, because he hasn't really been here for a year, so there was so little to miss. And I still have my other three babies to take care of, all of whom are still very active and I actually interact with every day, something Chico and I rarely did for months now.
I finally gave the girls a late birthday dinner tonight. Chico had been so bad I didn't want to reward him, so I kept holding off. I finally gave them a can of moist food in gravy and they were excited to have it. They won't really miss him, as they're cats. With him being gone, it's increased resources and attention for them all. Bacon might miss him a bit, if she's even capable, because she loved him in her own way and was like the little girlfriend that he didn't want. She often slept on him until he got sick of it, got up and walked away. But mostly they'll probably just enjoy the drastically cleaner litter boxes and the fact that he won't hog all their food, not allowing them access to the bowl until he was full or had eaten it all. He'd kind of treated them like shit for a year and I had to work hard to make sure they were taken care of and he didn't interfere with their ability to live. But I guess I'm the only boy in the house now. They all love me, though.
I couldn't move my wrist much after Friday night. It's hurt like I had a sprain from the sore muscle and, moreso, infection. Ah, yes, the infection of bite wounds. Today my wrist started hurting early, so after a good amount of icing I squeezed pus and fluid out of the three holes gouged in my wrist. The largest puncture wound, on the underside, was causing the most pain and problems, and with icing, Neosporin, rubbing alcohol and a bit of work, it's not really sore anymore and not even red around the wound. The two on the top of my wrist, probably from the upper teeth, weren't as bad-looking but are still sore, pink, and feverish with infection. I'll have to squeeze them out a bit more, which is just as painful as it sounds, though I have a high pain tolerance. It's a little hard to do with my left hand, which doesn't help. But with the pain and infection subsiding, at least I know I won't have to have my hand amputated or anything.
Didn't get to see synabetic more than once this weekend, so no networking or even hanging out, but I'm sure I'll get a wealth of stories out of the weekend and there's always another year. One when I don't have a sore, infected wrist.
Instead, I spent the weekend with Cheria and her best friend Stacey, at the mall yesterday afternoon, followed by milling around the house and TV-watching. There was quite a bit of TV catch-up and "Man vs. Food" in there.
With Chico gone, I also got my first 6+ hours of uninterrupted sleep in months. It was strange, but relieving. It'll be hard to get used to not having to jump up to give food and insulin on a tight schedule. It'll also cut our food and litter buying in half. I stocked up on both and there's no telling how long it'll take to go through them now without a 16-pound pissing machine eating over a cup a day while you fight to get 1/2 cup each to your other cats.
It's very late and I'm tired and should probably stop internet-babbling and get some rest.
Hope you're all doing well out where you are, having birthdays, preparing for weddings, heading home from trips, or kicking around the house. I miss a lot of you guys.
I finally gave the girls a late birthday dinner tonight. Chico had been so bad I didn't want to reward him, so I kept holding off. I finally gave them a can of moist food in gravy and they were excited to have it. They won't really miss him, as they're cats. With him being gone, it's increased resources and attention for them all. Bacon might miss him a bit, if she's even capable, because she loved him in her own way and was like the little girlfriend that he didn't want. She often slept on him until he got sick of it, got up and walked away. But mostly they'll probably just enjoy the drastically cleaner litter boxes and the fact that he won't hog all their food, not allowing them access to the bowl until he was full or had eaten it all. He'd kind of treated them like shit for a year and I had to work hard to make sure they were taken care of and he didn't interfere with their ability to live. But I guess I'm the only boy in the house now. They all love me, though.
I couldn't move my wrist much after Friday night. It's hurt like I had a sprain from the sore muscle and, moreso, infection. Ah, yes, the infection of bite wounds. Today my wrist started hurting early, so after a good amount of icing I squeezed pus and fluid out of the three holes gouged in my wrist. The largest puncture wound, on the underside, was causing the most pain and problems, and with icing, Neosporin, rubbing alcohol and a bit of work, it's not really sore anymore and not even red around the wound. The two on the top of my wrist, probably from the upper teeth, weren't as bad-looking but are still sore, pink, and feverish with infection. I'll have to squeeze them out a bit more, which is just as painful as it sounds, though I have a high pain tolerance. It's a little hard to do with my left hand, which doesn't help. But with the pain and infection subsiding, at least I know I won't have to have my hand amputated or anything.
Didn't get to see synabetic more than once this weekend, so no networking or even hanging out, but I'm sure I'll get a wealth of stories out of the weekend and there's always another year. One when I don't have a sore, infected wrist.
Instead, I spent the weekend with Cheria and her best friend Stacey, at the mall yesterday afternoon, followed by milling around the house and TV-watching. There was quite a bit of TV catch-up and "Man vs. Food" in there.
With Chico gone, I also got my first 6+ hours of uninterrupted sleep in months. It was strange, but relieving. It'll be hard to get used to not having to jump up to give food and insulin on a tight schedule. It'll also cut our food and litter buying in half. I stocked up on both and there's no telling how long it'll take to go through them now without a 16-pound pissing machine eating over a cup a day while you fight to get 1/2 cup each to your other cats.
It's very late and I'm tired and should probably stop internet-babbling and get some rest.
Hope you're all doing well out where you are, having birthdays, preparing for weddings, heading home from trips, or kicking around the house. I miss a lot of you guys.