Posts Tagged ‘cats’

    Lewis from St. Louis

    Thursday, April 8th, 2010

    Our cat Lewis has been hit with FLUTD β€” that is, feline lower urinary tract disease β€” and I’m totally bummed.

    Even though the diagnosis could be much, much worse, I became a wreck this evening over the thought of it indeed being much, much worse β€” as in a fatal condition that the doctor threw out as a possibility.

    So we have to monitor Lewis’ litter-box visits as best we can now, which I’m sure perplexes and annoys the heck out of him. But since returning from the vet this evening, I observed that he tried to empty his bladder 11 times within one hour, and only the first visit to a box was successful. He’s also keeping his distance from us and choosing to camp out under the dining table despite our coaxing.

    Just the other day I was telling Ben that we have the best cats in the world and that I hope they stay healthy and live long enough for our son to love and play with them too. So I found it incredibly unfair to find that so soon after that conversation we are faced with thoughts of those same sweet cats’ mortality.

    Get well soon, Lewis.

    Slow season

    Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

    This is about the time of year that I begin to experience burnout.

    The weather is colder and the days are shorter, and because of this I speed home after work on weekdays so I could salvage the few minutes of daylight that are left. But once home, the cats are in a frenzy to go out, which is not allowed when it’s dark because, well, would you enjoy searching for your sly black cat at night? So while the cats are revolting over lost play time — swatting at each other, hissing, meowing incessantly wherever I stand — I am losing my damn mind, thinking “Cat soup for dinner.”

    Yes, once the sky dims, my day and its potential come to an end. Motivation suffers. The minutes, hours and days blend together into one remarkably uneventful blob.

    To add to the problem: I am out of vacation days, and the holidays are still weeks away. Soon, work will slow down to an intolerable pace and I will be the lone ranger in the office while the other, smarter folks who hoarded their PTO throughout the year are enjoying time off and avoiding this very real burnout.

    Sacred Sunday

    Monday, November 2nd, 2009

    There’s something about Sunday that always has me pause and give thanks. I reflect on my healthy mind and body, thoughtful parents, a flourishing marriage, a support system from here to halfway around the world, shelter, sustenance and my four-legged furries that nap all day long.

    I know there’s a reason I feel this way every Sunday; and I think you know, too.

    Creatures of habit?

    Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

    First, there’s my tendency to sleep until about 7:30 a.m. every work day, even though my alarm goes off at 6:50.

    Then, after dressing, there’s the check and re-check of the dark nooks within the master closet to make sure none of the cats snuck in to dance on the clothes.

    Then there’s the parting kiss that my husband never forgets to give.

    There’s also makeup application: a spot of creme blush and a shade of lipstick — which ends up being the same one out of 15.

    Then there’s the rush to get in my car by 8:05, except that it’s always closer to 8:15.

    Then I see the security guard dozed off again in the tower in the employee parking lot and think, “Life is unfair.”

    There’s, of course, the man at work who dumps canned tuna on a whole-wheat tortilla and eats it for lunch Every. Single. Day.

    There’s the blogging (lately, anyway).

    There’s definitely the slowing of time once the clock strikes 3 p.m. on a weekday.

    And then there’s Gizmo, sweet, cantankerous Gizmo, who waits and meows on the other side of the door as I unlock it upon my arrival home.

    From about 7 a.m. to 6 p.m. Monday through Friday, these are the markers of my life. These occurences orient me in a space-time sort of way; they provide context and, as a result, spur decisions. Yet, interestingly enough, those daily decisions are never the same.

    A couple gems

    Monday, February 23rd, 2009

    I am too angry with my scarf-n-barf cats today β€” landmines on carpet two days in a row! β€” so I will just leave you with a couple gems that helped me, for a minute, maybe two, forget about revolting hairballs:

    Have you ever wondered if the $1 bills in your wallet or purse were once in a stripper’s butt crack?”
    β€” Cousin No. 1219

    I’m makin’ it rain on these hoes! And by “makin’ it rain,” I mean “spilling my coffee.” And by “these hoes,” I mean “my sweater.”
    β€” Rayke, from Twitter

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