Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Hot Flash
I woke up at 3:00am this morning. It was like turning on a light. One minute I was asleep, the next I was awake.
Also, massive headache. I go downstairs to grab some ibuprofen and a glass of water.
The bottle was empty. I grumble about why someone thought to put an empty bottle back into the cabinet.
Good news! There's an unopened one. Except, have you ever tried opening one whilst half a asleep and with a pounding head? It goes something like this:
1) Pry open box. The flap won't open along the glue line, so I end up shredding the box. It looks like a giant rat ate through it.
2) Cut finger on plasticky seal around the top of bottle. There's supposed to be a perforated spot to tear it off, but do you really think I can find it at 3:00am?
3) Align arrows, pop lid.
4) Jam finger through foil seal found across the top of bottle. Bleed some more.
5) Grab three of those sweet, sweet ibuprofenz, because at this point, three is the only way to deaden the pain in my head and fingers.
6) Stumble back upstairs.
The cat claimed my warm spot, so he needs to be extracted. I curl back up for that last hour or so of sleep, and the hot flashes start. I feel too young for this, but hey, I'm starting to come to terms with my inner crone.
Toss blankets off me, onto cat. The frosty, fifty degree room starts to cool me off, and I start drifting back to sleep. This is when the cat decides it's a really great time for a bath. A loud, gross bath.
SCHLUUURRP!
Licklicklicklick...
SCHLUUURRP! SCHLUUURRP!
Licklick....
I poke the cat gently with my foot. No change.
SCHLUUURRP! SCHLUUURRP!
Poke again. The bathing pauses for a second, then resumes with gusto.
SCHLUUUUUURRRRRRRRP!
I slide my foot under the the cat, and start gingerly rolling him over to make him stop. He barely notices until he almost falls off the bed.
Half hour later......
Body temperature back to normal. Blanket back in place. Sleeping cat securely wedged against my bum.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Nuclear
This morning, I was overtaken by a stench so rotten, so foul, it made me gag. I heard the scrape, scrape, scraping of giant, fuzzy paws in the litter box, two rooms away. I tried to put it out of my mind - and nostrils - hoping the toxic cloud would dissipate.
It did not.
Leonidas produced a bowel movement so caustic, had he (and his nuclear progeny) been at Thermopylae, the Persians would have disintegrated on the spot.
I got out the biohazard suit and performed the extraction. I survived, but I think all my nasal hair fried off.
His diet hasn't changed, so I've no idea why this happened. Maybe he got into something left in the sink. Or he ate a bug....like a stink bug.
A really big stink bug.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Weeds
The Big Project at work was canceled this weekend. Four weeks of preparation down the tubes. But, that's how the cookie crumbles when you're at the mercy of a parent company deciding if they want keep you, or can you.
At least it gave me time on Saturday to do yard work. The shrubbery at the front of the house has eaten the electrical box-thingy, so it was time to trim it back. There's also piles of weeds that need pulling, along with a sapling that's growing directly out of said ravenous shrubbery.
I don't' get it. I pull weeds, put down paper to kill weeds, add mulch, yet I still get weeds. Maybe it's the weather, or the fact that we live in the country. It's been raining more than usual, and anything left still long enough will invariably end up with weeds, wildflowers and a multitude of spiders living in it. The forest does not part with anything willingly. I figure if I spend too many hours outside, you'd find me rooted to the spot with crown vetch wound around my ankles, and spiders nesting in my ears.
Speaking of crown vetch, we seem to have a lot of it. A quick Google search finds that it's not naturally occurring, and quite invasive.
We have tons of this stuff in one corner of the property. It looks nice for about 5 minutes when it's flowering, but once the deer decide to bed down in it, it looks like hell. Did also also mention the invasive part? I found some of it throttling a tree.
I assume one of the previous owners planted this crap to keep the dirt from eroding into the electrical box, which is at the bottom of a small gully. I've been trying to kill it off for years now, but nothing works.
Seeing there was no easy way to dislodge this much weediness, I broke down and weed-whacked the level parts, then used my own mitts for pulling the tumbleweeds out of the gully. In the process, I inadvertently disturbed a rabbit's home. I yanked a huge section of weed near the electrical box, looked down and thought, “Well, geez. That's a strange looking rock.”.
Not rock. Small bunny.
Not a baby, but not an adult either. Old enough to get by on it's own though. Dude was trying desperately to make himself look as flat as possible, down in the leaves and dirt. He didn't move, so I reached down to pick him up. I just about got my (gloved) hands around him when he bolted for the nearby shrubbery.
Which is fine, there's plenty of places to hide around here. I just worry that he's going to become dinner for the neighborhood stray cat society.
I didn't find anything else really interesting except a rather large snake skin, which, disturbingly enough, was found about 3 feet up in the hedge.
In other news, Leo is four and a half months old now and huge. He's roughly the same size as our last cat – when she was adult. He's muscular, and looks like he'll be a monster-sized adult cat.
At least it gave me time on Saturday to do yard work. The shrubbery at the front of the house has eaten the electrical box-thingy, so it was time to trim it back. There's also piles of weeds that need pulling, along with a sapling that's growing directly out of said ravenous shrubbery.
I don't' get it. I pull weeds, put down paper to kill weeds, add mulch, yet I still get weeds. Maybe it's the weather, or the fact that we live in the country. It's been raining more than usual, and anything left still long enough will invariably end up with weeds, wildflowers and a multitude of spiders living in it. The forest does not part with anything willingly. I figure if I spend too many hours outside, you'd find me rooted to the spot with crown vetch wound around my ankles, and spiders nesting in my ears.
Speaking of crown vetch, we seem to have a lot of it. A quick Google search finds that it's not naturally occurring, and quite invasive.
We have tons of this stuff in one corner of the property. It looks nice for about 5 minutes when it's flowering, but once the deer decide to bed down in it, it looks like hell. Did also also mention the invasive part? I found some of it throttling a tree.
I assume one of the previous owners planted this crap to keep the dirt from eroding into the electrical box, which is at the bottom of a small gully. I've been trying to kill it off for years now, but nothing works.
Seeing there was no easy way to dislodge this much weediness, I broke down and weed-whacked the level parts, then used my own mitts for pulling the tumbleweeds out of the gully. In the process, I inadvertently disturbed a rabbit's home. I yanked a huge section of weed near the electrical box, looked down and thought, “Well, geez. That's a strange looking rock.”.
Not rock. Small bunny.
Not a baby, but not an adult either. Old enough to get by on it's own though. Dude was trying desperately to make himself look as flat as possible, down in the leaves and dirt. He didn't move, so I reached down to pick him up. I just about got my (gloved) hands around him when he bolted for the nearby shrubbery.
Which is fine, there's plenty of places to hide around here. I just worry that he's going to become dinner for the neighborhood stray cat society.
I didn't find anything else really interesting except a rather large snake skin, which, disturbingly enough, was found about 3 feet up in the hedge.
In other news, Leo is four and a half months old now and huge. He's roughly the same size as our last cat – when she was adult. He's muscular, and looks like he'll be a monster-sized adult cat.
Monday, May 18, 2009
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