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catstuff
12:41 PM - 05/25/2007

The topic: Lonee poo (again)

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And it’s bad again.  The best it’s been was when I was making sure she got Fancy Feast to eat.  Which isn’t easy because you’ve got Ron Howard right there in her face (another reason I’m not thrilled with him right now; at least Rory politely waits, he doesn’t, he’s pushing Lonee away to get to the food and it’s not like I starve him).

I even tried giving her food this morning when she was outside and I locked him in.  But the problem was with him locked in, she couldn’t get in, either and she got pretty scared.  Forget the food, how do I get into the house?

So, I spend time watching to see where everybody is and if she’s pretty much alone, I give her Fancy Feast.  I pick it out of the can with my fingers and put it in front of her.  She won’t eat it from a plate or bowl.

It’s work to get her to eat.  She loves the stuff, but she takes so long to eat it, that it’s a chore to keep the other cats away and if I start using the water bottle, she runs, too.

*sigh*


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catstuff
12:31 PM - 05/25/2007

The topic: Rory

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One night this past week, Ronnie went after his sister.  I don’t much like him when he does this.  I went through it with Opie and Richie, to where they had a few of the girls terrified to be in the house and they took up residence in the garage.  Lonee came back in, but Angel and Gracie still live in the garage.  Gracie might come inside and sleep under the loveseat, the cat door isn’t even four feet away from it.  And Angel might venture in further, but she’s always ready to run back to the garage. 

Well, Ron had Rory up against a cat tree and she was hissing and growling and panting.  The hissing and growling, while I didn’t care for it, weren’t all that much of a concern.  The panting was.  I picked her up and took her into the family room and sat with her, trying to get her calmed down.  It didn’t take long, the panting didn’t seem to bother her too much and it was over almost immediately, but I was still a little puzzled by it. 

And when I got her calmed down, she went after Ronnie, but when he got her down, it started over.  I ended up chasing both of them with the squirt bottle, trying to be quiet since Brian was in bed asleep.  The water bottle worked and having Rory find a bug to chase helped even more and they quit going after one another.

Last night, Ronnie had her trapped behind the door in the bedroom and once again, she was hissing, growling and panting. 

This morning, I called and made an appointment for her next week.  Soonest they could get her in was Wednesday morning because of the holiday. 

She doesn’t seem to be feeling badly, she’s outside stalking birds and inside playing with her boa on a stick.  I don’t know if there’s an actual medical problem or if she just gets stressed when he attacks her.  I’m hoping it’s the latter.


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otherstuff
12:09 PM - 05/25/2007

The topic: Impatient drivers

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I was almost creamed by one this morning.

Brian brought home a check last night.  A nice sized check, the first we’ve gotten in a couple of months (ah, the joys of self-employment).  A trip to the bank today was a must.

Since it’s the Friday before a three day weekend, getting to the bank early to avoid long lines would be the best bet.  So, this morning at about nine, I left the house, deposit slips in hand.  Bluetooth on my ear, phone in my pocket.  About half way to the bank I realized I’d forgotten my identification.  Hopefully, I’d be a law abiding citizen and not catch the attention of law enforcement and the bank wouldn’t need any since I was just depositing funds, not making any withdrawals.

Almost there, I see there’s an accident ahead.  Police cars, flashing lights, in the other lane, won’t affect my travels.  Pull into the drive-through, no one in my lane, make the deposit, get the slip back and I’m on my way home. 

Except, now the accident is making a difference in my progress.  This isn’t the best intersection under ideal circumstances and although I’m the second car in line, it took three light cycles to get through.  The first one, the truck in front of me went.  It took such a long time for him to get through (the freeway on ramp is that way and there’s lots of people wanting to get on to the road; and they don’t want to miss their turn, heavens, three or four minutes is just such a freaking waste of time to be sitting at a light, just go, don’t wait, no matter there’s no room, just block the intersection - no one will mind) that I couldn’t turn. The lights skipped me on the next go round (cycle two), then on the third, when I’m first in line, and the cars across the intersection aren’t turning right or going straight, I’m good to make my left turn.  And I started. And this big truck, I don’t know what the hell he was thinking, he had a full on red light, there are cops all around, decides he doesn’t want to make a full stop, he wants to go, steps on his gas.  Straight at the driver’s side of my car.  And I was the driver!

I slammed on my brakes, he had a “duh” moment and stepped on his and stopped before he made contact.  I’m waving my right hand in the air, pointing at my green light,  and just letting him know I wasn’t pleased with his actions. 

Stupid ass.

Thank God he didn’t hit me and I didn’t have to deal with ambulances, hospitals and….no identification.


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