Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
The Bear has been sick. She hasn’t been eating much, she’s been pukey, she’s been pulling her own hair out, she’s been lethargic. She has felt so poorly that she’s spent most of her waking hours snuggled up against me. Not attacking. That is truly unusual. So on Monday we went to the vet. My… Continue reading Sick cats are no fun
Bearcat likes to type, but it’s never in English. I’ve caught her trying to instant message people. Usually, I think she’s swearing in some secret cat language. This time, I’m pretty sure she’s judging what I was trying to write in my self-evaluation for work.
There’s a difference between “crazy cat lady,” “crazy cat-lady” and “crazy-cat lady.” These are the things I think about. And this is my crazy cat, Bear.
I woke from a very strange dream early this morning to sharp teeth in my arm. One of three things could have happened. One, I bit my arm. Which, weirdly, was the first thing that came to mind (although in the form of a question: Ouch — why did I bite my arm?), but the… Continue reading My own vampire diaries
Someone sent me this video this morning: Soon after, my own hellcat attacked, so I’m starting the new year with puncture wounds in my left arm and scratches on my arms, hands and neck. I tried to sing “Soft Kitty,” but it didn’t help. It really is only for when you’re sick, not when you’re… Continue reading Soft kitty, attacking kitty