Category Archives: Pets

Teeth, Pets and stuff

Why I hate being here

Because my mom isn’t right now!!!

Why I hate cats!

I don’t … But OH my GOD! They are so needy!

What the actual post is about … Loving TINY and a broken tooth.

Freaking Cats.

And how they have affected me.

Oh, let’s add ‘the dog’ and how I now experience the ‘in out, in out’ thingy that dog people do.

I HAVE a dog.  She doesn’t do this – she also doesn’t cuddle, so I think I have a backfired dog that I love anyway lol.

SO!

I’m house sitting.

First 20 minutes I’m here – I break a tooth, no joke.

Left a message with my dentist and I’m PISSED! Because I JUST paid my credit card off and actually put money into savings!!!!!!!!

Oh well.

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It takes a while.

Even when they’ve met you, they meet you all over again (the feral turned domestic ones.  I actually had the ‘biter’ NOT bite me tonight!)

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As for my Tiny Dancer … She is skin and bones.

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I played this … Because she likes it when I sing it to her …

But, she didn’t like the ‘me not singing it’ version. 😦

I’m just so sad right now you guys.

Sad because the pets are sad.

Sad because my mum is sad.

Sad because my Nannie – who I love so much – is passing.

But!  Glad my dad got a night off. Glad I could step up and step in.

Glad I could be here and that my son will be taking a turn.

THIS is what life is about.

And loving those who are still here – and doing all we can.

But it’s creepy too – because people you think WILL be there tomorrow maybe will not be – so appreciate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Going to sleep, with my broken tooth, my broken heart and my hopefulness.

 

 

If you don’t see a post from me after this one … prime suspect is small & grey

sleep

 

I slept on the downstairs couch last night with a dog at my feet and a cat on my back (literally).  I haven’t seen a human since Friday.  One more night then I get to return to my little home.

It’s funny isn’t it?  How quickly we miss our routine – our space and obviously our loved ones.

Why did I sleep on the couch?   I was a little concerned that if I was too comfortable, I’d not hear my alarm.  There’s an hour time difference between where I’m staying and where I work.  I had to be up at O’Dark Thirty.

Another reason?  The home is big and to be honest, I didn’t want to be upstairs in a bedroom and hear something creak or move in the night.  lol.  I figure if a serial killer was to enter the house, I’d be able to leap off the couch and to the closest weapon dispensary (the kitchen) if I stayed downstairs.

Turns out it would have been a little tough ‘leaping’ though as I was pinned down most of the night by Plucky.  She’s … um, I’m trying to find a kind way to describe an overly affectionate, needy, clueless cat.  She just will not take a hint.  And as much as I adore her – I woke several times to her either a) on my bladder or b) with her nose on my lips as she perched on my chest.  Thus why I turned onto my stomach to sleep.

 

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The other felines are pretty relaxed.

But there’s the constant threat of one of them getting out.  I lost TWO cats over the weekend.  First time was Foo and it took FOREVER outside shaking the treat container to get him back inside.  Lost him again the next day, but only briefly.  And then Plucky.  *sigh*

You see, Meesha, the pup, can open the screen door from the outside and god forbid I’ve gone to use the bathroom or in another part of the house when she decides to let herself back in.  I found the screen open twice yesterday and had to do a frantic head count.

It’s a dance.  The whole operation of the home is a choreographed dance.

And you’d better know all the moves – even if you’re sleep deprived from a night of attempted smothering.

 

Musings from the Laundromat: Limping Manatee and a Surrogate Angel edition

Laundry lady has bronchitis – but is here anyway.   It is SO humid inside this building today.  I feel like I’m breathing in water.  That can’t be good for bronchitis right?  Or is it the opposite?   I can’t remember and I’m the Queen of Bronchitis.

Outside it’s grey and cold.  I debated putting off the trip when I woke shivering this morning.

I had slept fitfully.  Tossing and turning and looking at the clock.

I had arranged for a friend to take my mum some lunch and a smile from me.   A surrogate to bring a little sunshine to what is a dreary routine day for my vigilant and loving mum.

Every time I woke, I looked at the clock trying in my sleepy state to do the math to figure out what time it was in England.  Felt like a bittersweet Christmas Eve.

THANK YOU to that friend by the way.  I think I can use her first name without her minding.  Theresa and I went to primary school together.  And, she just happens to be married to the brother of my first love.  Crazy how things turn out eh?

So now I’m here.  I decided it wasn’t going to get any warmer from the looks of it and would be nice to get everything done and relax for the remainder of my last day off.

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In other news, Butters, the cowardly manatee, injured herself.

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She started having difficulties getting around about a week and a half ago?  I thought perhaps it was the shift in the weather.  It’s been cold, windy and rainy in our desert.  On some days colder than the East Coast!  I did the math, realized we’ve had the pleasure of her company for almost 5 years and she was certainly no pup when she found us.

But then she started to noticeably limp.

I checked her legs – she didn’t cry out.

Checked her paws and pads for those evil rams heads that inevitably find our feet at least once a week.

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Nope.  Nothing.

Then I had a small panic.

I couldn’t afford to take her to the vet – and lamented this on Facebook.

Someone mentioned ‘Care Credit’ which I applied for the very next day and qualified for.  Made an appointment and yesterday afternoon we were off to the vet.

I make that sound pretty smooth right?

Um – no.

Butters on leash, realized we were exiting ‘the gate’ AND we were headed to the car and proceeded to  freak OUT.

I got her in the back seat then she upped her freak out a notch.  Her excitement had me blocking the back seat with part of my arm whilst trying to change gears with the same arm.   (Well, the hand attached to the same arm – you know what I mean.)  So, I’m elbowing the divide between us and making cooing sounds until we arrived.

Now she realizes where she is and is immediately overcome with sensory overload.

Hyperventilating began.  As did excited shaking.  And wind passing.  And panting.  And it was 20 minutes of this fun mode until we were put into a room.

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For some reason, she also managed to shed more???  I kid you not, there was hair EVERYWHERE.  I kept petting her, it kept coming.  I mean, she worked herself up so much she was losing her hair. Lol.

At this point, I’m thinking the vet is going to assume I brought her in for an exorcism.

She was a trooper for the staff.  (Okay, I did have to get on the scale with her to get her weight, but other than that and trying to sit on the thermometer while inserted, she did very well.)

The vet examined the offending leg.  OH! I should point out that the vet only knew which leg to examine after watching videos of her limping that I had taken the night before.

Because, the minute we got there, guess who was no longer limping?   Ding! Ding! Ding!  You win.

Yup, Butters, in her adrenaline pumped state – suddenly had no signs of an issue.  Other than mental.

Her range of motion was amazing (better than mine actually) – and other than a few joint pops as the vet pulled and bent and prodded, he concluded she had just over extended or sprained the leg.  (Not surprising since she thinks she’s super dog every time she fly’s off the porch in pursuit of a rabbit or car.)

She has  anti-inflmmatories to take and is meant to chill out for 6 days.

Didn’t end up having to use the Care Credit as no X-Ray was taken.  If she isn’t improving in the coming week though, that’s the next step.

So it’s been quite a week.

Nic and I spent the rest of the evening gorging ourselves on Chinese food (courtesy of a gift certificate I received for Christmas) and watching a movie together.

Butters limped around the house as if nothing note worthy had happened that day.

Which is good, because I think she’s right pawed, and it would be difficult to write in her little diary if she had thought it worth noting.

 

You say ‘Goats Head’ I say ‘Fuuuu! I have another freaking Rams Head in my foot’

Only, I don’t say it anymore.  It’s become a norm.  Like stepping on a nail in a doorway you never got around to fixing.

They pierce flip-flops, my dogs paw pads and bare feet in the house.

I pulled a few up tonight before they came to fruition, then got curious, as I usually do – and researched.

Here is the beautiful ground cover before:

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So pretty …

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see those yellow things?  Not flowers – but the spawn of evil flesh delving burrs.

BUT! They do have pretty yellow flowers to throw you off …

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(The picture above is not mine, I ‘borrowed’ it from the interwebs – my ‘good’ camera is out of batteries.  All other photos are mine – except of course, ‘The More You Know’ logo)

I yanked all I could find, before they could dry out, disconnect and sink their horns into us.

Here’s one after …

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Innocent enough eh?  Laying there – on my step, without a care in the world (except for the fact that I pulled it ruthlessly by its root from my dog trodden dirt.)

THEN I got curious.  What IS this plant.

And ARE you kidding me????

Check this out:

http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/devils-claw-tribulus-terrestris.html

The name of the plant is Tribulus Terrestris.  And when those burrs harden, they become this:

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You can see why they’re called ‘Rams heads’ or ‘Goats heads’ – although, nerd that I am, I see Yoda in the middle.

Bottom line is, I guess I’m stepping, quite painfully, on a gold mine?

I should harvest these horrors before they are no longer green and cash in on the attributes.

Although, considering I step on one at least once a day, I don’t think they’re in short supply.

Hey, the more you know.

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Musings from the Laundromat: Twirling Umbrellas and Alien Babies Edition

Someone is twirling the rainbow umbrella furthest from me.

Sitting there and just spinning it.

When I walked in there was no one at the twirling table.

No one at all.

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I had the place to myself again for a while.

I saw this sign and after filling my machines, had to take a photo of it for you.

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I saw the figure and thought, “It doesn’t look like it fell.  Looks like it’s relaxing on the floor.”  Then I thought maybe it DID fall, but then was trying to play it off like “I meant to do that.”

If I fell here, I’d hope to look as nonchalant about it as that little figure.

Twirling lady has left.  There’s now just a man at the counter chatting with the laundry lady.

I remember loading the machines and leaving.  Taking the opportunity to run errands.  That was before I mused for you.

Oh, I got my car back Wednesday. And Friday it was back in the shop after overheating.

Got it back the same day, but I’d be lying if I said I’m driving it with any confidence.

I feel like I’m hemorrhaging money when it comes to my car. The fridge is pretty empty.

We DID have leftovers in there for a small time – from my son and his girlfriend.  They had been to Vegas and stopped at red lobster.

The leftovers had since run out of ‘time’ so I put some of the crab in the cats kibble bowl.  Then I thought I’d do an alien hand thing – and my honey created this.  Cracked me up.

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The look on Butter’s face is classic.

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Just went and refilled my coffee and was stopped by the laundry lady.  We had a little chat.

She made coffee last week for me and I didn’t come.  How sweet is she?
“I reset the WIFI and made a pot.”

“Yeah, I was out-of-town.” (Which, is technically true as I was across the river in another state.)

She then told me about another regular that she’s worried about.

She didn’t show up either – she’s undergoing chemo.

“You should get her number next time she comes.” I said. “I bet she’d like having someone check on her.”

“Yeah, I should.  I’m the only one she let’s do her laundry.”

I can see why.

I love my laundry lady.  ‘My’ laundry lady lol.

But she is mine.  Another person I adore in my collection of people I adore.  I treasure her. I love that I’m ‘her’ regular too.