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Nov. 12th, 2017 05:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesThis weekend has not gone according to the plan I had for it, but no real disasters have happened.
I decided to do something different in terms of containing the Hairy Beasts for the vet on Friday. I lured Snip into the bathroom with cheese and shut the door on her, and stuffed Lily into the big carrier in the office. That was so easy that I ended up with Snip trying to dig her way out of the bathroom under the door and Lily singing me the Song of the Miserable Feline simultaneously for half an hour (the vet was running ten minutes late and I had given myself 20 minutes to contain the cats). So we were all a little frazzled to begin with.
Snip got her rabies shot and her front claws trimmed, and swore about both. We got her done and let her go, and then I brought Lily into the bathroom in the carrier and let her out. She doesn't swear; she just gets stoic and sits in my lap waiting for it all to be over. But she did not like having blood drawn, and veins in both front legs collapsed because she refused to relax. She got her blood pressure taken and her rabies shot, too, and then I let her go and paid my $714. After which all three of us were completely frazzled and Lily came back into my lap and washed me for a while. I had sort of half-formed plans to go out and buy new pillows (maybe that will help the neck muscle spasms) and maybe go see Ragnarok, but when the adrenaline wore off, I wasn't going anyplace. Besides, it was cold and windy and I didn't feel like dealing with the weather if I didn't have to.
Yesterday it was still cold and somewhat windy, and I spent the day keeping an eye on Snip because of the way she reacted to the rabies shot. The lights were on, but there was nobody home in her head. She did everything slowly but didn't sleep and wouldn't eat, and spent a lot of time staring into space. She did finally start coming around at dinnertime, and this morning she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed again.
We did get just enough blood from Lily to determine that her thyroid level is perfect, but she needs to be fed more protein because she's a bit too skinny under the fuzz. I can do that.
Since I hadn't managed to do anything productive for two of the three days, today I had to get off my ass and go grocery shopping. I'm on a quest for frozen rhubarb for Thanksgiving pie purposes, but Boston doesn't know from frozen rhubarb as far as I can tell. Fresh rhubarb is a spring thing, so I'm not expecting to find that. Anyway, no rhubarb, but I did get high-protein wet food for Lily (which she seems to be in favor of, all right) and a new round of soup bones. Having used up the mediocre stock, I wanted to make a better batch. So I came home and roasted four pounds of chicken backs and made two-hour stock (which I still have to strain and skim) and did laundry. At least I'll have apples and tea and clean underwear for the week. I still need new pillows and smoke detector batteries, but I can deal with that sometime this week when I'm not going to chorus dress rehearsals. Or sometime next weekend.
I decided to do something different in terms of containing the Hairy Beasts for the vet on Friday. I lured Snip into the bathroom with cheese and shut the door on her, and stuffed Lily into the big carrier in the office. That was so easy that I ended up with Snip trying to dig her way out of the bathroom under the door and Lily singing me the Song of the Miserable Feline simultaneously for half an hour (the vet was running ten minutes late and I had given myself 20 minutes to contain the cats). So we were all a little frazzled to begin with.
Snip got her rabies shot and her front claws trimmed, and swore about both. We got her done and let her go, and then I brought Lily into the bathroom in the carrier and let her out. She doesn't swear; she just gets stoic and sits in my lap waiting for it all to be over. But she did not like having blood drawn, and veins in both front legs collapsed because she refused to relax. She got her blood pressure taken and her rabies shot, too, and then I let her go and paid my $714. After which all three of us were completely frazzled and Lily came back into my lap and washed me for a while. I had sort of half-formed plans to go out and buy new pillows (maybe that will help the neck muscle spasms) and maybe go see Ragnarok, but when the adrenaline wore off, I wasn't going anyplace. Besides, it was cold and windy and I didn't feel like dealing with the weather if I didn't have to.
Yesterday it was still cold and somewhat windy, and I spent the day keeping an eye on Snip because of the way she reacted to the rabies shot. The lights were on, but there was nobody home in her head. She did everything slowly but didn't sleep and wouldn't eat, and spent a lot of time staring into space. She did finally start coming around at dinnertime, and this morning she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed again.
We did get just enough blood from Lily to determine that her thyroid level is perfect, but she needs to be fed more protein because she's a bit too skinny under the fuzz. I can do that.
Since I hadn't managed to do anything productive for two of the three days, today I had to get off my ass and go grocery shopping. I'm on a quest for frozen rhubarb for Thanksgiving pie purposes, but Boston doesn't know from frozen rhubarb as far as I can tell. Fresh rhubarb is a spring thing, so I'm not expecting to find that. Anyway, no rhubarb, but I did get high-protein wet food for Lily (which she seems to be in favor of, all right) and a new round of soup bones. Having used up the mediocre stock, I wanted to make a better batch. So I came home and roasted four pounds of chicken backs and made two-hour stock (which I still have to strain and skim) and did laundry. At least I'll have apples and tea and clean underwear for the week. I still need new pillows and smoke detector batteries, but I can deal with that sometime this week when I'm not going to chorus dress rehearsals. Or sometime next weekend.
