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Someone just said this about me. I was actually pretty amused at this description of triggers for me ("Wimsey"). And I think it's fairly accurate.
(Adding space so that the blockquote will actually work. Stupid LJ.)
There are three known triggers for the wimsecension:
- Projecting the behavior of young, immature women onto all women.
- Projecting conventional tastes onto all people.
- Playing loosely with the facts when talking about bisexual women.
Nothing exciting going on in my life. I am still a bit sad, missing my Sookie-cat, but her brother Toby seems to be handling her passing fairly well. I was very worried about that.
I finally stabilized my foster kitty Eddy's medication regime, so I officially listed him for adoption. I posted an extensive profile and created a Youtube video and everything. No nibbles yet, but I figured it would be awhile before someone with a soft heart fell in love with him, despite his special needs. I hope it's sooner rather than later, though. He's getting fat and lazy at my house, now, with no active playmate to wrestle with him.
I spent the weekend before last in Chicago, visiting my family. It was a whirlwind of a weekend, with two soccer games (both out in the freezing cold, one with rain), a birthday party, an art show and chamber music concert, tennis lessons, and celebratory meals with family. I was exhausted when I got back!
My brief attempt to date more ended in failure, so I'm back to enjoying my own company a lot. Maybe I should be more concerned with my current hermit tendencies, but the reality is that I'd rather stay home and play on the internet while watching TV than deal with most of the idiots trying to online date.
This weekend, I managed to head over to the animal shelter a couple times. Lots of shy cats, since the turnover is really high right now, so most cats were very new, but I still managed a few photos.
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With Eddy stabilized and integrated into my household, I brought home a sick cat to foster for 10 days or so until he feels better. Unfortunately, he's scared out of his mind, and hasn't come out from under the queen-size bed since Saturday evening. He's not eating, drinking, or using the litterbox. I may have to deconstruct the bed tonight so I can get to him to force-feed him and give him his medication. I'm really worried, though, because he's really scared. Last night I did get him to drink a bit of liquid from a can of sardines, though, so at least that was some progress.
One month from tomorrow, I'm giving a vocal recital with a few friends. We give a joint recital every few years, and it makes for an interesting mix. I sing a variety of classical art songs and operatic arias, while Christy is a very accomplished musical theater actress and Ken has a booming bass voice made for the songs of Gershwin and Broadway villain songs. I'm very nervous, though. My two month struggle with laryngitis and lung problems meant that I'm still learning some of my music, and nothing is really fully memorized. Gah!
But those big, scared eyes snared me, peering in terror from the litter pan. Only slightly less scared, her brother Toby stood protectively in front of her. My plan fell by the wayside.
I brought them home, the then-named Pouncer and Snuggles. They both more than earned those names: Toby, playful and active, and Sookie, the demanding lap cat.
She snuggled with me at night, warm against my outstretched hand or nestled into my side. At every sign of stirring, the plaintive cries for pets, as if it had been a lifetime since she'd felt loved.
As I watched TV or read on the couch, she and her bond-brother snuggled together next to me, purring happily and sleepily. In her last days, she (the shyest, sweetest of my cats) claimed this spot as her own, routing any intruder then settling down to nap.
She was a Mighty Huntress, the Slayer of the Fuzzy Blue Thing. She pounced on it, carried her prize in her mouth as she let out her hunting cry.
It all happened quickly. She came down with a cold, then never seemed to rebound. She stopped eating and drinking, losing weight and becoming a fragile little thing. It was cancer -- cancer in her abdomen, her bladder, her lungs. She was in pain, and it was time to go.
So now, she has gone away, to hunt Mighty Blue Things and cuddle with Kitten Cho. RIP, my beautiful baby. My bed will seem really huge without you.
whats up? i am matt i am from pittsburgh or more like greentree area i am 6'8" and i have 14 tattoos i am looking for a sweet caring honest and down to earth girl i only date avg thick or bbw girls i like to shoot pool bowling paintball long walks road trips or take a long ride around pgh i do not lie or cheat or beat a women i like to spoil her in nice things i like to kissing and cuddling too i want a relationship and turn it into something more then that ok do u like to text each other 412-XXX-XXXX hope to here from you soon matt have a great day
He doesn't beat women! Jumpin' right on that one!
Hi I love your pics I live by airport what arevyou looking for love to pleaseba woman in every way your needs first 412-xxx-xxxx call me
And the prize goes to:
Yes that's my junk as my avi but not exactly ok with putting my mug up ther but I checked ur profile and u seem to hav good values as I'm here to maybe find som1 that's maybe wanting 2 grow into a relationship I just dnt wanna b a lol man whore u no not my type anyway I'm a respectful person and from ur pics u seem to carry a bit of respect hope to hear from ya cliff
Seriously, is it any wonder that I'm single?
In addition to all of the men blowing me off over the past few weeks, and all of the eww mail I have to deal with from men, as well as the conversations (shudder)...
Sookie, my cat, may have cancer. I heard from the radiologist today that they do think there is a mass in her abdomen, as well as another in her lungs. They think she has cancer that has already metastasized to her lungs. If that's true, there's nothing more that they can do for her. We're going to have an ultrasound on Wednesday to confirm, but the whole thing is very grim.
In the meantime, her quality of life is pretty poor. She's shown some bit of appetite, but still isn't eating much. I'm syringing her chicken broth a couple times a day, but I'm sure she's going to become dehydrated again. (She's gotten fluids twice this week. Online sources indicate she needs 174 mL of water a day. I'm getting about 36 mL into her.) She doesn't have very good bladder control, either (the theory is the tumor is pressing on her bladder).
I tried to shift Eddy's medication. I think I started with too low a dose, and then apparently I should have kept up the other medication because it takes a few days to kick in. I learned all of this too late. So now Eddy is apparently plugged up again. He hasn't "used the facilities" since Tuesday, I think, and he stopped eating Wednesday night. I started double-dosing him with medication in the hope I can get him past it, but if he hasn't done his business by tomorrow morning, I'll have to take him to the vet. I don't want to do that, because I'm worried that, at any time, they will decide he's not worth fixing again and take him away from me. After all, he's not my cat. He's their cat. But I can't really afford to take him to my vet again. It cost me $200 last time. I've already spent $700 on Sookie this week, with another $500 bill coming next week. :(
Also, to top it off, on my way to work this morning, I saw one of the worst things I've ever seen. A deer had been hit by a car, and was lying in the road, crying and kicking in agonizing pain. I called the police and reported it, and I hope they got there quickly and took care of the poor thing. It was absolutely horrible. Broke my heart.
At this rate, I figure I'm going to find out I have an STD when my test results come back next week.
And I love Eddy, but he's exhausting. He's got the colon problems coupled with the fact that he's a big overgrown kitten who gets into everything. I feel like I'm always yelling at him for something. Get off the countertop, Eddy! Stop jumping on the other cats, Eddy! Eddy, are you a moron? Becca COULD KILL YOU! Stay away from her, Eddy! This isn't your dinner, Eddy! Eddy, you overturned the litterbox. Stop clawing the couch, Eddy!
I know he could use a playmate, but I just cannot handle fostering kittens in addition to everything else right now. And then I think I'm being unfair to him, and the other cats, but not giving him a playmate, but I'm just so tired.
Finally got the door problem with my car sorted out last weekend, so that's one fewer thing to worry about. But while I was busy worrying about Eddy's medical issues, I somehow overlooked the fact that my kitty Sookie was getting sicker and sicker. She stopped eating, and was hiding in the basement all the time. I finally took her to the vet on Saturday, and they thought she had a urinary tract infection, but then the antibiotics didn't make her feel any better. So today I took her back, and the vet thinks there's a mass near her bladder and intestines. She mostly avoided the dreaded "tumor" word, but I dread hearing back tomorrow after the radiologist looks at it. I don't know what I'll do. Also, two vet visits plus medication, plus fluids, plus x-rays = my entire bonus, gone. Ah, well, at least I HAD a bonus to spend.
(And of course, the fact that I wasn't paying enough attention to Sookie's deterioration leaves me racked with guilt.)
(Is it sad that I just spent ten minutes researching whether it should be "racked" or "wracked," and now may spend another ten minutes reminding myself of the difference between "whether" and "if"?)
I haven't slept at all this week. Between worrying about this bad political situation at work, worrying about my cats, and the fact that my "monthly visitor" is due to arrive tonight (and that always gives me insomnia), I'm just so very exhausted. My arthritis is acting up, so my knees, elbows and shoulders are aching. I've had four dates blow me off in the past two weeks, so I'm feeling unwanted and unloved anyway.. And little piddly shit that would totally not be a big deal but right now is just icing on the Cake of Suck.
There are days I feel like I can't cope on my own. This is one of those days. Sometimes I just want someone to go get me Indian food, cuddle me, and take out the damn garbage so I don't have to do it, you know? And i just don't have that person. It sucks. :\
Day 8: A bad habit
I know you're expecting a can of Mountain Dew here, but I actually don't have any in the house (so at least I don't drink it at home, only at work). Instead, I must admit to a life-long habit of chewing my nails. Never could break myself of that one.
(The scarf I used as a backdrop is a gorgeous silk scarf a friend with exquisite taste brought me back from India.)
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30 Day Photography Challenge -- Day 9: Someone you love
This is my nephew Nicklas. I had a tough time picking a photo, because I have great shots of my nephews, my niece, and my sister, but I keep getting drawn back to this one. I think because it's just so joyful.
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30 Day Photography Challenge - Day 10: Childhood memory
For as long as I can remember, this clock was on the wall in my grandparents' kitchen. It's a beautiful clock, brought back by my mother from Germany when she was young. When my grandparents passed away, it came to me. It wasn't working at that point, and I haven't yet gotten around to fixing it, or any of the other beautiful clocks that came to me from my grandparents. You see, my grandfather was a wood artist, and made beautiful clocks, so when I see a clock, I always think of him.
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This is the original building that housed the Pittsburgh Children's Museum, which was, once upon a time, the old Allegheny Post Office. It's a gorgeous old building, listed in the National Register of Historic Places, and the ceiling is fantastic!
