Cats are almost as weird as their humans
My kitty lost weight. This is a scary thing because the only time it's happened before, with the other cats, was when they became diabetic. Freak out, massive guilt, first because I never had the time to take her to the vet, then because when I did have the time, I didn't have the money (laid off). I tried playing with her food, adding a bit more, cycling in some dry food, trying to get her back to her comfortably cuddly self, all the while cursing myself for taking so long to notice, and for basically being a rotten cat mom.
Recently while cat food shopping, I realized that the brand I usually get her must be on sale for a very good price because there wasn't much of it on the shelf. They were restocking, so I asked the guy, but the cat food cans weren't coming out for a bit. I shrugged and looked over what was there. Decent protein % total weight, flavors the cat will eat, that was fine, but it was all pate, rather than the looser stuff, in gravy and whatnot, that I prefer to get because it's easier to serve. Unlike the pate, I can pour that stuff out of the can because it's just meat bits in sauce/gravy and... yeah I managed to keep from kicking myself in the middle of the pet aisle but it was a near thing. I was so careful to make sure I was giving her a protein rich diet that I never fucking checked to see if I was giving her a consistent calorie count. Of course the gravy stuff was being pushed by the manufacturer with tons of coupons and sales, it's got to be way cheaper to make!
So yeah. She's been back on the pate for a week now and the hallow behind her ribs, where you see her spine before it goes from tailbone to tail, is much less prominent.
And she's back to being a mouthy little thing. Shocking from my pet, right? But yeah, kitty has been scolding me since I walked in the door. It started to sound like, where have you been young lady? Don't you know I worry when you leave? It's not like you've been gone for this long after leaving in the morning for months, I had no way of knowing what was happening, I was so scared! Pet me! Adore me! Feed me! While I purr and meow/scold you for going out on a job interview and staying out half the day. She really does sound like my dad when she gets that tone. (Yeah Dad is the whiny worrier, not Mom. Mom's the one that, when you finally come home after disappearing without warning, gives you a fierce hug, shakes you like a terrier with a rat that talked about it's momma, and then hugs you again.)
I am not drunk. I got a massage. Not really the thing to do when you have/are just getting over a cold, but I was near my usual place and they were empty and my back was a little achy and, yeah, no, could've stopped at "I was near my usual place."
After the interview, which was not a job interview but registering with a recruiter, I finally made my way downtown to pick up the replacement lenses. (The 400th or so time I dropped them, I scratched the lenses, right where I couldn't ignore it. On both sides! And of course this 400th time was like a week after not only didn't I have health insurance, but COBRA was no longer an option.) They'd been sitting there since before Dragon*Con, but right before DCON I got a fluffy little rotavirus that was all black and shiny and really must have liked me a lot because it didn't leave for a week. And then there was DCON. And there was the sleeping, because that doesn't happen at cons. And then there was the headcold. So yeah, this really was the first opportunity I had to get it.
Procrastinator, who me? *checks name of LJ* Oh. Right.
As I was walking to the interview, my feet were killing me. I was sliding in the shoes, and the socks were giving me like cotton burn or something. Rug burn but on the bottom of your feet, in your shoes. First thing I could, I took the socks off. I thought I could wear them through the interview, but not so much. Lost them before I'd finished the 8ish block walk from subway to building. After the interview, my feet hurt, independent of the by-then resolved sock issue.
Really I don't know why I'm allowed to go shoe shopping alone. No good comes of it.
As I'm walking from subway to the eye doctor's office, I passed the 7/11. $1 Slurpee heaven! Life is worth living again! And at that point I needed the calories, because I hadn't eaten much in the last two days, and the last time I'd eaten was um...20 hours ago? I've now had water and coffee and Slurpee and a pumpkin spice latte (don't you believe the name. It's a milky coffee that someone used to dunk ginger snaps. Still tasty but where's the pumpkin?). So calories, whoa there, but no food.
Slurpee in hand I went to the eye doctor. Was in and out in 10 minutes. He also fixed the nose piece, he said it had gotten bent out of shape. Meh. I'm having to push the glasses up a lot when I hadn't had to before, so we'll see how long this stays the way he put it. He said just come back and they'll adjust, any time, free, so maybe I'll do that. If I ever get into Manhattan again...
Right next to the eye doctor is a nail salon. Four of the delux pedicure chairs with four salon employees sitting in front of them, chatting, and not a customer in sight. Outside was a sign, mani pedi $20. Done. I'd been meaning to get at least a pedicure, if not a mani pedi, since before DCON. While I was finishing up, two girls came in asking how much for just the mani? just the pedi? ($10, $18) So they both did as I did and got the special.
I killed my Slurpee as I schlepped the 4 blocks (hey that's a schlep in flip flops! Or it is when your feet are well lotioned) to the massage place. I tried to talk myself out of it but as I plodded on (also in that direction is a subway entrance) my back twinged, my feet hurt, and at some point I might have said 'fuck it' out loud because I got at least one strange look. I got a good masseur, one who asks before she touches you, 'medium? hard?' and then does what you tell her to do. Yeah, I like this place, they're good, but there are some translation problems sometimes. And it would've been especially bad because I've been mumbling lately, ears acting up with the head cold. Meh. Not an issue. At some point I had to ask her to go more gently, I couldn't take her 'hard' but that was after something in my left shoulder popped and half my side loosened, so it's all good.
Blissed out by the massage, I stopped for a latte, and then read porn on the train ride home. Life is good.
Tomorrow the city is turning the water off in the building as they muck with things outside (roadway construction, or rather demolition: they're adding lanes to the highway and for some reason that process involves removing lanes from street level overpasses.
Recently while cat food shopping, I realized that the brand I usually get her must be on sale for a very good price because there wasn't much of it on the shelf. They were restocking, so I asked the guy, but the cat food cans weren't coming out for a bit. I shrugged and looked over what was there. Decent protein % total weight, flavors the cat will eat, that was fine, but it was all pate, rather than the looser stuff, in gravy and whatnot, that I prefer to get because it's easier to serve. Unlike the pate, I can pour that stuff out of the can because it's just meat bits in sauce/gravy and... yeah I managed to keep from kicking myself in the middle of the pet aisle but it was a near thing. I was so careful to make sure I was giving her a protein rich diet that I never fucking checked to see if I was giving her a consistent calorie count. Of course the gravy stuff was being pushed by the manufacturer with tons of coupons and sales, it's got to be way cheaper to make!
So yeah. She's been back on the pate for a week now and the hallow behind her ribs, where you see her spine before it goes from tailbone to tail, is much less prominent.
And she's back to being a mouthy little thing. Shocking from my pet, right? But yeah, kitty has been scolding me since I walked in the door. It started to sound like, where have you been young lady? Don't you know I worry when you leave? It's not like you've been gone for this long after leaving in the morning for months, I had no way of knowing what was happening, I was so scared! Pet me! Adore me! Feed me! While I purr and meow/scold you for going out on a job interview and staying out half the day. She really does sound like my dad when she gets that tone. (Yeah Dad is the whiny worrier, not Mom. Mom's the one that, when you finally come home after disappearing without warning, gives you a fierce hug, shakes you like a terrier with a rat that talked about it's momma, and then hugs you again.)
I am not drunk. I got a massage. Not really the thing to do when you have/are just getting over a cold, but I was near my usual place and they were empty and my back was a little achy and, yeah, no, could've stopped at "I was near my usual place."
After the interview, which was not a job interview but registering with a recruiter, I finally made my way downtown to pick up the replacement lenses. (The 400th or so time I dropped them, I scratched the lenses, right where I couldn't ignore it. On both sides! And of course this 400th time was like a week after not only didn't I have health insurance, but COBRA was no longer an option.) They'd been sitting there since before Dragon*Con, but right before DCON I got a fluffy little rotavirus that was all black and shiny and really must have liked me a lot because it didn't leave for a week. And then there was DCON. And there was the sleeping, because that doesn't happen at cons. And then there was the headcold. So yeah, this really was the first opportunity I had to get it.
Procrastinator, who me? *checks name of LJ* Oh. Right.
As I was walking to the interview, my feet were killing me. I was sliding in the shoes, and the socks were giving me like cotton burn or something. Rug burn but on the bottom of your feet, in your shoes. First thing I could, I took the socks off. I thought I could wear them through the interview, but not so much. Lost them before I'd finished the 8ish block walk from subway to building. After the interview, my feet hurt, independent of the by-then resolved sock issue.
Really I don't know why I'm allowed to go shoe shopping alone. No good comes of it.
As I'm walking from subway to the eye doctor's office, I passed the 7/11. $1 Slurpee heaven! Life is worth living again! And at that point I needed the calories, because I hadn't eaten much in the last two days, and the last time I'd eaten was um...20 hours ago? I've now had water and coffee and Slurpee and a pumpkin spice latte (don't you believe the name. It's a milky coffee that someone used to dunk ginger snaps. Still tasty but where's the pumpkin?). So calories, whoa there, but no food.
Slurpee in hand I went to the eye doctor. Was in and out in 10 minutes. He also fixed the nose piece, he said it had gotten bent out of shape. Meh. I'm having to push the glasses up a lot when I hadn't had to before, so we'll see how long this stays the way he put it. He said just come back and they'll adjust, any time, free, so maybe I'll do that. If I ever get into Manhattan again...
Right next to the eye doctor is a nail salon. Four of the delux pedicure chairs with four salon employees sitting in front of them, chatting, and not a customer in sight. Outside was a sign, mani pedi $20. Done. I'd been meaning to get at least a pedicure, if not a mani pedi, since before DCON. While I was finishing up, two girls came in asking how much for just the mani? just the pedi? ($10, $18) So they both did as I did and got the special.
I killed my Slurpee as I schlepped the 4 blocks (hey that's a schlep in flip flops! Or it is when your feet are well lotioned) to the massage place. I tried to talk myself out of it but as I plodded on (also in that direction is a subway entrance) my back twinged, my feet hurt, and at some point I might have said 'fuck it' out loud because I got at least one strange look. I got a good masseur, one who asks before she touches you, 'medium? hard?' and then does what you tell her to do. Yeah, I like this place, they're good, but there are some translation problems sometimes. And it would've been especially bad because I've been mumbling lately, ears acting up with the head cold. Meh. Not an issue. At some point I had to ask her to go more gently, I couldn't take her 'hard' but that was after something in my left shoulder popped and half my side loosened, so it's all good.
Blissed out by the massage, I stopped for a latte, and then read porn on the train ride home. Life is good.
Tomorrow the city is turning the water off in the building as they muck with things outside (roadway construction, or rather demolition: they're adding lanes to the highway and for some reason that process involves removing lanes from street level overpasses.