Today's rants
1) There is an absolutely splendid road in the White Mountains that runs East-West through drop-dead gorgeous scenery. It's called the Kancamagus Highway, named after a leader of the Penacook nation. Note that it is not spelled Kancamangus: so wtf do white people of all sorts and conditions pronounce it as if it were? Note also how I fly to the defence of anyone whose name is mispronounced by idiots.
2) Mr Spike and the entire household paid the wages of his sins today. Because he has so many black marks on his permanent vet record that one can hardly read his name, we must now assume ahead of time that he will be knocked out for his annual physical, and fast him. The vets put their most cat-friendly practitioner on the case. All the same, this cat whose brains are in his stomach had been NPO for 15 hours by the time he saw her. St Francis of Assisi couldn't have coaxed good behaviour out of our boy under those conditions. He behaved badly and got knocked out.
All this meant that Ms. Annie had to fast also. She was more philosophical about it and we got her some food as soon as Spike was in the car. But having fasted meant that she failed to deliver a stool sample. Such is life.
His health is OK but could be better. No heart murmur this year, although there was some sign of enlarged heart wall muscle: no surprise in a cat who now tips the scale at 20 lb though eating his own food, Annie's food, and anything hooman that he fancies and can get at. And getting food is his chief exercise.
No pills, thank the goddess of suffering cat people. However, he now has to go on prescription diet cat food. So now we have to balance the fact that he needs to drop 1-2 lb with the fact that Annie can't spare another ounce of body weight, and if it's available, he'll eat it.
Our boy is on notice that when Ms A checks out, the next quadruped in this house is going to be a dog.
3) Oh how could I forget Ms. O'Donnell? I rather wish I could. Here is a politician who makes Dan Quayle look articulate. The China faux pas will probably play well in the bible belt, so what a pity she isn't running there. Just now, I won't start on the difference between China's traditional priorities and the insecure projections of some Americans: just laying it out there that such projections exist. The creepy part is that this year in particular, people who ought to be committed could possibly get elected.
2) Mr Spike and the entire household paid the wages of his sins today. Because he has so many black marks on his permanent vet record that one can hardly read his name, we must now assume ahead of time that he will be knocked out for his annual physical, and fast him. The vets put their most cat-friendly practitioner on the case. All the same, this cat whose brains are in his stomach had been NPO for 15 hours by the time he saw her. St Francis of Assisi couldn't have coaxed good behaviour out of our boy under those conditions. He behaved badly and got knocked out.
All this meant that Ms. Annie had to fast also. She was more philosophical about it and we got her some food as soon as Spike was in the car. But having fasted meant that she failed to deliver a stool sample. Such is life.
His health is OK but could be better. No heart murmur this year, although there was some sign of enlarged heart wall muscle: no surprise in a cat who now tips the scale at 20 lb though eating his own food, Annie's food, and anything hooman that he fancies and can get at. And getting food is his chief exercise.
No pills, thank the goddess of suffering cat people. However, he now has to go on prescription diet cat food. So now we have to balance the fact that he needs to drop 1-2 lb with the fact that Annie can't spare another ounce of body weight, and if it's available, he'll eat it.
Our boy is on notice that when Ms A checks out, the next quadruped in this house is going to be a dog.
3) Oh how could I forget Ms. O'Donnell? I rather wish I could. Here is a politician who makes Dan Quayle look articulate. The China faux pas will probably play well in the bible belt, so what a pity she isn't running there. Just now, I won't start on the difference between China's traditional priorities and the insecure projections of some Americans: just laying it out there that such projections exist. The creepy part is that this year in particular, people who ought to be committed could possibly get elected.
Labels: cats, New England, US Senate
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