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I am... mostly okay now. The first couple days were the worst. But I have more deadlines I'm running up against, and little boys to take care of, and a husband who makes sure I'm as okay as I can be at any given point.

When running errands after Mommy-Baby Yoga yesterday, I took said little boys to the pet store. Squiddle always wants to look at the hamsters first. But he's not getting one until he's probably at least eight! What we were there for was to get some ghost shrimp to add to the fish tank. I got six, for a grand price of $.39 each. (Woo, really breaking the bank.) One has died; the others seem to be doing fine. And since we got back from our holiday I've only seen one African Dwarf Frog. (Though I haven't located a corpse for the other.) Still, a replacement each for the shrimp and the frog, and one more set of fish, and I think the tank's good.

(And a few more live plants. Always more live plants)

Unrelatedly, Wonderful Husband has been playing Pokemon Go for months. It's also a wonderful distraction for Squiddle at, say, restaurants. I finally gave in and downloaded it onto my phone while we were up in Washington....
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Up at five a.m. I think I got a couple hours of sleep between two and four? We just got back from a week visiting my sister and niecelet up in Washington, and came in the door to find the cats' water bowl bone dry and Paris collapsed in the hallway and weakly meowing. We spoon-fed some water and wet cat food into her, then I ended up taking her to the emergency clinic. She was severely dehydrated and in critical condition - her core temperature was five degrees below normal. She weighed only seven pounds. I knew she was light, but I hadn't known she weighed so little. She was at least fifteen years old and the vet made it clear to me that even with hospitalization, her chances weren't great. I had to make the hard call to put her down. I've spent hours crying and I don't know how to explain this to Squiddle when he wakes up and asks where she is.

I should have left more water - though what I left was more than my parents' two cats go through in a week when my parents are out of town. Or I should have tried harder to get one of my cousins to check in on the cats. I think Paris just had so little in the way of reserves that everything collapsed. Sushi, who is by comparison quite sturdy, was just able to shrug it off.

I swear that I felt her weight on me while I was lying in bed earlier. Maybe it was her coming by to let me know it was okay, that she's okay. Stranger things have happened. Ask me sometime about my late grandfather showing up in my and my mother's dreams.

I will miss Paris dreadfully. She was the cat who would tolerate Squiddle and Jazzy touching her, only hissing when the former got too rambunctious. She was very vocal, so much so that had she not already been named when we got her, "Cricket" would have been a good name. She had a stutter-meow that let me know when she was bird-watching, and a deep "mur-OW" that told me when she'd found a lizard in the house. She loved sunbathing in the kitchen garden, and slept on the same spot on the back of the sofa.

It's never hard letting go of a pet, and it's one of those things that makes the ephemerality of the universe seem so cruel. But how much poorer would we be without them in our lives?
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Last weekend, the cats were outside enjoying themselves in a patch of dirt and shade in the back lawn. Unfortunately, we needed to go somewhere, and they're only allowed out while we're at home. And they didn't want to come in. So out I went to them, picking Sushi up and shooing Paris in with the side of my foot.

Only to notice that right where they were, in the middle of the needing-to-be-mowed lawn, there were strawberry plants. I have no idea where they came from. Seeds passing through a bird's digestive tract, maybe?

I took a mental note, dumped the cats in the house, and off we went.

Wonderful Husband was good enough to remember that I wanted to dig up these plants and put them in the kitchen garden, so he waited until I was home today before starting mowing. I now have nine new strawberry plants, and a mint plant, courtesy of the lawn fairies. Hooray!
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I have successfully pissed off my cats twice today. First, by giving them manicures. When I can hear their nails clicking on the tile as they walk across the floor, it's nail-cutting time. Second, by finding a flea on Sushi and subsequently giving them each their first dose of Advantage for the year. They hate having flea stuff applied.

Still, I consider this entirely fair turnabout given that Paris woke me twice last night, at midnight and at 3:30, by meowing and scratching at the bedroom door. Though I dutifully followed her out to the living room each time, I did not discover until much later this morning why she so urgently required my presence. Turns out she (and/or Sushi) had thrown up. Twice.

I'm considering this practice for the squiddle.
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Among other things today, I went to the annual Fullerton Arboretum pepper and tomato plant sale. The weird weather spurts of hot/cold/hot/cold we've been having sadly affected the plants they had on offer. Some were very leggy, some were simply pale and not healthy looking. I only ended up getting three: two tomatoes (Hillybilly, and Isis Candy) and one pepper (Jimmy Nardello's), all of which are varieties that have intrigued me.

Unrelatedly, there is a black cat which I think belongs to the neighbors two doors down, which, whenever Paris sees it in our backyard, results in a session of her growling through the back door. So I was amused to find this cat and Sushi laying in my front rose bed, sunning themselves quite companionably.

And, of roses, there is a rosebush in the backyard that's been here longer than we have, and never bloomed. I've kept giving it just one more chance each year. It seems all it was lacking was sunlight, because now that the trees near it have been trimmed drastically back, it has buds! I'll be interested to see what the blossoms look like.
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Vet's office opened at 8:00am. I was there at 8:05am. I did not get to see a vet until 9:50am. -_-;; It turns out that Sushi has an abcess around one of his claws, so he got the paw shaved and his nails trimmed and a shot of antibiotics, along with twice-daily doses at home. At least it's in goo form rather than pill; I can make him take the goo. Pills are much more problematic.

Also, on [livejournal.com profile] hoshikage's recommendation, I cracked open my first book of the year today. And could not put it down.

Title: Captain Vorpatril's Alliance
Author: Lois McMaster Bujold
Length: 422 pages

review )
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I've read through the seventy pages I had, and edited it down to sixty-nine. I have decided that I hate the first scene, possibly the entire first chapter. I can tell that it's not good because I actually hit a point where my brain said, "Finally! The good stuff!" But I don't know how to fix it just yet. The funeral is important, and introducing the seamstress and her son doubly so. So I'll leave it and press on for now.

In unrelated news, one of my cats (Sushi) has gotten some kind of injury on his front right paw. The animal clinic I take him to was closed today, so I'm probably going to take him in first thing in the morning and then keep him with me in the carrier at work. Which he is just going to looooove.

ETA: Not sure exactly where I started, since I didn't check word count before editing, but I have for sure written 653 words today, ending at 14,617. One prompt card has been discarded, as that event is finished, and I'm now staring at a note on one of the others, wondering what I meant by "militia vs. mage stabilization"...
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This morning, I went to the Farmer's Market and a couple of estate sales with my new(ish) coworker, who is somewhere around my own age. She's very talkative and extroverted, which is kind of the opposite of me; I only get chatty around people I'm comfortable with. It was okay; I kind of feel like she wants a little too much to be friends with me, and I don't know why. I'm not a particularly engaging person.

I've started on a deep-cleaning of the kitchen, which really needs it. (The whole house needs it, but one room at a time.) The long counter is now looking much better; I just have to do the rest of everything. Also, rescued a lizard from Paris. She is now 3 for 0 this year. Sushi needs to work hard to catch up!

Saw The Lorax at the $2 theater. It was a little heavy-handed on the "hey, this is an environmental movie! in case you missed that!", but overall not bad. I did tear up toward the end. And somehow the Lorax's tack reminded me a little of Adam, toward the end of Good Omens: the only way people are going to learn not to kill whales, is if they have to deal with dead whales.

Went to the gym (612 calories burned! most of which while watching Britney Spears music videos, which were preferable to Faux News on another screen) and used probably the last of the garden-grown snow peas in a quite yummy stir-fry for dinner. And now, bed....
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Powered through twenty pages of classmate edits tonight. Am stopping at page 236/617. Word count went in the correct direction tonight, dropping to 124,357. Eighty-six words down, and chapter ten done. Only four more batches before I'm caught up with the stuff I've been handing in to class. Conceivably I could achieve this by my next class meeting! Let's see how many butterflies I get distracted by between here and there.

That said, I'm a little worried. I let Sushi out into the kitchen garden when I got home from work. He hasn't come back yet and hasn't responded to my calls, which he usually will. I'm hoping he's just wandering the neighborhood for a bit and hasn't got hit by a car or killed by the neighbor's guard dogs....
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The cats HATE having their anti-flea treatment applied. Hate it as in, sometimes I've had to have Wonderful Husband help me corral and hold them down for it.

Yesterday, though, I cheated a little. They want attention and will follow me into the bathroom demanding attention? Let's make use of this....

Easiest time I've had dealing with a pair of reluctant cats. I will have to remember this methodology.

Hopefully they will not.
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Gym'ed Friday and today. Skipped Saturday, which I allowed myself because I had my last bellydance class until January that morning, so I got my sweat quotient in.

Wrote a bit on the novel this morning, and also realized that in Deus Ex Machina, there's been something I've been fighting against happening... and that I should just let it happen. NaNo wordcount:

Start: 117012
Finish: 117400
Daily Total: 388
Monthly Total: 8684

There is a stray cat I've seen around a couple times now. I know she (I think it's a she; it's a tortiseshell anyway, so I've been referring to her as Tortie because I am a master of the obvious) is a stray and not a feral because she doesn't do the disappearing thing whenever I get within twenty feet of her. She's in very rough shape, limps on one paw, and I worry that something is wrong with her eyes because they're mere slits. Today I saw her on our back patio so I gave her some dry cat food, which she started devouring even before I got back into the house. I kind of feel like I should rent a trap and take her to a vet or a shelter, but then what? For now, I guess, I'll keep feeding her when I see her and see how things go.
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Things that are amusing: when I go into the main bathroom in response to nature's call, if I am not careful to close the door fully, the cats often come in after me. (If I do close the door fully, they cluster right outside it, waiting as though the door will magically open for them. Which it never has yet. But hope springs eternal.)

If the door is not latched, they each have their own way of accessing the room beyond. Paris, the elder black and white kitty, barrels through like a freight train, knocking the door almost all the way open. Sushi, younger and all white, is a bit more delicate; he uses his head to nudge the door open until he can just squeeze though.

Throne time is apparently prime petting time. You'd think they never got pets in any other location.

Sometimes, however, 1 + 1 =/= 2 for the cats. Like the other day when I was sitting at my sewing desk, ignoring Paris in favor of getting some work done. And Wonderful Husband went to use the toilet.

Wonderful Husband is contact-allergic to cats, and thus rarely pets them. They also regard me as their chief source of food and don't even bother meowing at him for it.

Thus it was with some amusement that I watched Paris take off like a shot, knock the door wide open, come to an abrupt halt as she realized Hey, that's the wrong person peeing!, and hastily retreat.

Fortunately Wonderful Husband was amused as well. :)
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The weather cracked and has been crawling down into the range of "can do things outdoors without passing out from heat stroke" levels for the last week, so we spent some time working on the yard and house this weekend.

We now have five fruit trees in pots (orange, tangerine, nectarine, apricot, and pear), all the hoses got repaired (requiring a total of three trips to Lowe's), varying things got put into larger pots &/or rearranged into their correct locations, both lawns got mowed, various trees got trimmed, a dead rosebush got pulled and a living one of the same variety put in its place, two dead tomato plants were yanked, as were two or three volunteer squash plants taking over the herb bed (I left one, which has already set two pumpkins), the latch for the hallway cabinet got finished, the freezer got reorganized to make room for the ice cream maker bowl, an inordinate amount of strawberries, squash, and tomatoes were harvested (and tonight at least some of the strawberries will become ice cream), compost got turned, everything got watered, and in general Stuff Got Done.

Of course, there were about half a dozen items on the list that didn't get done, but I'm hopeful that most if not all of them can be accomplished this week. Things that didn't get done included any writing on Deus Ex Machina; it will probably be more than a one-week interval to the next chapter. Though given that the chapters have been getting steadily longer, perhaps that should not be a surprise.

I took Paris back into the vet this morning for her second antibiotic shot, and hopefully next Monday's visit for urinalysis will be the last she needs for a while.
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Vet called with Paris' test results. The bloodwork was fine, but according to the urinalysis she has an UTI. They recommend three weeks' worth of antibiotics for it, and she got a two-week shot when I took her in on Monday, so I guess in two weeks I'm taking her back for a one-week shot, then taking her back again a week after that for another urinalysis.


Jun. 25th, 2011 05:07 pm
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Went to look at (expensive!) home type showroom. ($70K kitchen was very pretty.) Everything there was totally out of our price range.

Came home. Wonderful Husband washed dishes while I started dinner going. Cleared off table. Wandered over to backdoor to open it for a breeze in the house.

Noticed that Paris (B&W kitty) has a huge chunk of missing hair on her chest.

Vet is closed for the day and not open tomorrow.

Praying it's just something like a heat rash. Trying not to panic.
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Sushi is indeed a special cat. For whatever value of "special" equals "trees himself for the first time just as it starts to rain."

At least I got peas, beans, carrots, and radishes seeded first.
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One of the downsides to going away for a couple of weeks (other than coming back with intercontinental flu) is that upon our return, the cats are rather needy.

Specifically of attention from me, since I'm the one who mostly interacts with them, Wonderful Husband being mildly allergic.

"Meow! Meow! Meow!" is the frequently heard refrain, along with the occasional pawing at any door I happen to be on the opposite side of from them.

But now I have finally convinced them, though undoubtedly only for now, that my lap is indeed big enough to hold two kitties....
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I'm babysitting my dad's new 9-week-old kitten this weekend while my parents go out of town to a wedding. Ziggy's cute and affectionate and my cats, of course, can't stand this stranger intruding in their house. Which means that giving Ziggy social interaction and attention would be so much easier if he wasn't also highly curious and wanting to be exploring this whole big new place with those fascinating older kitties. I sense he is not cut out for a future career as lapcat, given that I can't keep him on mine.
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A downside to having a screen door for the patio now is that the cats (or Paris, at least) have figured out how to open it and go on unsupervised, unauthorized gallivants. Even an attempt at using a brick as a doorstop has failed. This means that sometime relatively soon we're going to need to locate the latch bits and drill through the metal door frame to install them....
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House was 82 degrees when I woke up. Could faintly hear the new attic fan humming along in the morning quiet. Kitties did not move other than their eyes as I went about my morning routine. Made sure they have plenty of water and left the ceiling fan over the sofa on for them. Today's one of those days I'm glad I don't have a fur coat.

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