I might not starve
Jul. 16th, 2004 07:00 pmBecause I a.) need to get practice for cooking for myself this coming year and b.) I have no job and ohmygodI'mgoingtokillmyselffromboredom, I've taken it upon myself to cook dinner (or most of dinner) every night. It's working out fairly well after three days. I'm not as hopeless as I thought I was. I won't be making anything truly complicated anytime soon (or probably ever), but I'm feeling better about being able to survive for a year.
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Took the cat to the vet today to see what was wrong with his tail. I never want to hear such howling as he did while she was moving his legs around. Ever. There was much hissing and fur flying and general nastiness. The vet found the biggest abcessed cat bite in the world after anesthetizing him, which will have to drain for a while. *sigh* If he's going to get into cat fights (even though he's been neutered...grrr), he really shouldn't be an indoor/outdoor cat, which means that since we have dogs and a dog door, well...free cat to good home?
*sad*
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Took the cat to the vet today to see what was wrong with his tail. I never want to hear such howling as he did while she was moving his legs around. Ever. There was much hissing and fur flying and general nastiness. The vet found the biggest abcessed cat bite in the world after anesthetizing him, which will have to drain for a while. *sigh* If he's going to get into cat fights (even though he's been neutered...grrr), he really shouldn't be an indoor/outdoor cat, which means that since we have dogs and a dog door, well...free cat to good home?
*sad*
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Date: 2004-07-18 09:19 pm (UTC)Bwaaaahahaha! I don't think I've ever had that many disasters happen in one meal. Yet, anyway.
Sorry about the cat. Does your vet have any tips about helping him be less agressive?
Thanks. We actually think it may be the cats from the house down the street that are fighting with him as he tries to run away--they don't spay or neuter the fifty million cats that live in their yard, and there's a particularly nasty tom that likes to come into our yard occasionally. Either way, he's eventually going to get into a bad fight or get hit by a car (much as I love him, he is terribly stupid), so he needs to be somewhere where they can keep him inside all the time. Plus I'm really the only one who likes him, and since I'm here a grand total of four months out of the year, my opinion doesn't count for a lot where he's concerned. Which, y'know, is as it should be, but is still sad.