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Howdy all! I love the internet. Really I do. (I'm batting my eyes and smiling coquettishly as I type that.) But since the internet is getting to be more and more like Mayberry these days where everybody knows everything about everyone, I'm going to be doing a lot more Friends Only posts. If you still want to read all about little ol' me, just comment here and I'll add you. It's okay if I've never met you in the material world; some of the awesomest people I know I've met through LJ. Just don't be a dick and all will be cool. |
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I present to you my new four footed furry familiar, Aleister.  He has the most beautiful green eyes, which you can't really tell from the photo. Every time I'd try to take his picture he'd come in for a kitty head butt. |
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Nyan Waits I lasted over 700 seconds! Actually I find it very soothing, like a cross between a grizzly bear and white noise. |
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Saturday Paul and I attended our first Obscura Day at the Dittrick Museum of Medical History in Cleveland. So much fun! The event featured Doctor John Davidson and his Amazing Magic Lantern Show. The second half of the evening was spent wandering around the museum looking at the Cleveland Lakeside Medical Unit's photo archive of WWI injuries in France and some of the antique medical implements not currently on display. I also got to meet an internet friend who drove in from the suburbs of Erie.  ( The good doctor invites you in! )
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Some people get visions of Mary in their toast. Some people get the visage of Jesus in some melted crayons. Even the Devil has been known to show his face on a bathroom tile or a puff of smoke to bystanders. Me? I get a manifestation of Priapus in my bathroom sink.  |
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Yesterday I had to do one of the most difficult things in my life. A few weeks ago, Weedy started to drastically lose weight. When he'd jump in my lap for me to pet him, I noticed his bones were more prominent so I called the vet and made an appointment for him. I knew he was 16, which is pretty old, but he had always looked good and everyone who met him thought he was a much younger cat. Well after some blood work, we found his kidneys were failing and his heart was going bad. I started giving him fluids which helped a little but last week his back legs were starting to twist around and he was having trouble standing. Once he was standing though, he could still get to his food dish and litter box but that quickly passed. By Saturday he couldn't stand up at all anymore and Paul and I knew it was time to say farewell. I had a meeting to go to earlier that afternoon and by the time I got home, Weedy was crying, laying in a small puddle of his own urine in the kitchen. I took him to the tub where I gently cleaned him off with some warm water and baby shampoo, then wrapped him in a towel and held him tightly. He still managed to nuzzle my hands and I fed him some kitty cat treats. My vet was closed until Monday. Paul and I called around and the only 24 hour vet service available cost about $200 to put him down. Even though I didn't want to see Weeds like that, I just didn't have that amount of money. He ended up making it through the night and early Sunday a friend of Paul's told him about this old hippie vet who would come to your home to euthanize for much less than the MedVet. I called him and his wife answered, saying her husband was out of town until Monday evening. Realizing nothing was going to be done, I called off work Monday. Frustrated, angry and exhausted, I fell asleep on Paul's futon. This was when the first strange thing happened. I had a dream I was walking along a lane and this pretty little cat entered the scene. Everyone around me starting calling to it but she came up to me and as I knelt down she jumped into my arms. She had brown fur, then it changed to grey, then to orange, then to tan. Her little kitty ears were encircled with tiny braids and she wore a lace shirt collar around her neck and cuffs on her paws so she looked like a Beatrix Potter illustration. Absolutely charming. Her eye color changed too as she looked at me and she said she was going to make sure Weedy was taken care of and not to worry about him because he would always be happy and loved. Then I woke up. Crazy, huh? I spent Sunday evening stretched out on the sofa with Weedy on my chest watching television, much like we spent most every evening during the week. The Trail of the Pink Panther was on. I think Weedy enjoyed it. I was still in bed when I called the vet first thing Monday morning and they said they performed euthanasia after 6pm when the other patients were gone. Hearing Weeds meowing in the kitchen, I knew it was the right thing to do but it seemed so awful to finalize 6:15pm as the time we would be there. I can't describe how horrible that made me feel. When I got up I saw that Weedy had somehow flipped himself over to his other side. After his impromptu bath a couple days before, his fur was shiny again and a little curly. His paws were velvety white. I gave him a handful of kitty cat treats and he started nibbling them as I made coffee and eggs. After breakfast he seemed to nod off and I called my grandma to tell her what was going on. Around 11am midway through our chat I got a call from the vet saying they had no more appointments that day and if I wanted to bring him in I could. We set the time for just after noon. I called Paul to tell him we were meeting at the vet's at 12:15. I took a shower, got dressed, and definitely went light on the eye make up. It was about 11:45 then, so I held Weedy on my chest and we lay on the sofa for a while longer. A little after noon we left and I carried him down the alley to the vet office at the end of my block. He was meowing, looking around and sniffing the warm spring air. It was a beautiful day. Paul met us in front of the vet's. We went in and waited for a minute. There was another lady there and she kept remarking how wonderful my cat was to just be able to sit on my lap like that. Then one of the vet techs popped her head out of one of the exam rooms and told us they were ready. We put him on a pink towel and the vet came in to give him a quick once over. She said it looked as if he threw a blood clot and that was what made his legs stop working. She shaved a little spot on one of his front legs where the needle would go in. Then she gave us a minute to let us say our good-byes. Paul and I both started weeping. We held and petted him as she gave him his injection. Not five seconds later, he was gone. The vet left the room and turned off the lights and we stood there for a minute with our little lion man. Paul covered him with the towel, we wiped our eyes and walked back to his apartment holding hands. I don't think I could have made it through the day if it weren't for Paul. The other strange thing was my conversation with my grandma right before I got the call from my vet. If you know my grandmother, she is a dog person. Even though she made friends with an old lady barn cat that lives with my uncle, she always said she thought cats were sneaky and they scratched you and she didn't trust them. She also never, ever, ever under no circumstances allowed an animal in the house. So when I was talking with her and out of the blue she said "You'll never guess what I was doing when you called!" She was right. "Are you baking a pie?" "No!" "Are you gardening?" |
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To Whom It May Concern, |
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Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself. This particular set of questions is courtesy of
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