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Cat pictures
Dec. 28th, 2011 06:34 pmAre you looking at me?!
Come here and let me headbutt you.
In two months and change, I'm going back to Greece. Woo!
Come here and let me headbutt you.
In two months and change, I'm going back to Greece. Woo!
Vlad the Impaler
Dec. 6th, 2009 07:41 pm
And while I'm playing with pictures, have a cat. It's what the Internets are for.
Vlad the Impaler
Dec. 6th, 2009 07:41 pmAnd while I'm playing with pictures, have a cat. It's what the Internets are for.
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Jun. 7th, 2009 04:43 pmI got tired of the cat's mouth smelling like rot this afternoon. (His swollen cheek continues to swell. Inside his mouth is a red and leaking mess. Antibiotics do not appear to have helped, and if it continues like this, there is only so long he'll still be able to eat.)
So I took a measure of ouzo, some salt, added warm water, and held him down in the bath while I tried to wipe as much of the inside of his cheek with a clean towel and the aforesaid mixture as I could. Which wasn't much. Possibly I shouldn't have added ouzo, but I figured a tipsy cat is a cat who's going to sleep without hurting, and I daresay the amount that actually got in his mouth is not going to damage his innards more than the painkillers he's already on.
It's a fucking mess, is what it is, and worse, he's started limping and favouring his hind legs. He's only seven or eight, dammit. He's too young a cat to be an old crock.
I was invited, out of the blue, to a friend of a friend's dinner party last night. This makes the second Saturday night in a row I have been social until after midnight. It is very strange, and altogether unusual. I was quite baffled to be invited, to be honest: there were only seven people there, myself included, and all knew each other rather better than I knew 'em.
It is a weirdness.
Today, I'm wandering around the house, unable to concentrate on my study notes for the exam tomorrow. My brain feels all thick and scattered: I need to go for a run, do some exercise, freaking climb, but I can't scrounge up the necessary focus or willpower to do anything.
Well. Dammit. I suppose I'd better try.
So I took a measure of ouzo, some salt, added warm water, and held him down in the bath while I tried to wipe as much of the inside of his cheek with a clean towel and the aforesaid mixture as I could. Which wasn't much. Possibly I shouldn't have added ouzo, but I figured a tipsy cat is a cat who's going to sleep without hurting, and I daresay the amount that actually got in his mouth is not going to damage his innards more than the painkillers he's already on.
It's a fucking mess, is what it is, and worse, he's started limping and favouring his hind legs. He's only seven or eight, dammit. He's too young a cat to be an old crock.
I was invited, out of the blue, to a friend of a friend's dinner party last night. This makes the second Saturday night in a row I have been social until after midnight. It is very strange, and altogether unusual. I was quite baffled to be invited, to be honest: there were only seven people there, myself included, and all knew each other rather better than I knew 'em.
It is a weirdness.
Today, I'm wandering around the house, unable to concentrate on my study notes for the exam tomorrow. My brain feels all thick and scattered: I need to go for a run, do some exercise, freaking climb, but I can't scrounge up the necessary focus or willpower to do anything.
Well. Dammit. I suppose I'd better try.
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Jun. 7th, 2009 04:43 pmI got tired of the cat's mouth smelling like rot this afternoon. (His swollen cheek continues to swell. Inside his mouth is a red and leaking mess. Antibiotics do not appear to have helped, and if it continues like this, there is only so long he'll still be able to eat.)
So I took a measure of ouzo, some salt, added warm water, and held him down in the bath while I tried to wipe as much of the inside of his cheek with a clean towel and the aforesaid mixture as I could. Which wasn't much. Possibly I shouldn't have added ouzo, but I figured a tipsy cat is a cat who's going to sleep without hurting, and I daresay the amount that actually got in his mouth is not going to damage his innards more than the painkillers he's already on.
It's a fucking mess, is what it is, and worse, he's started limping and favouring his hind legs. He's only seven or eight, dammit. He's too young a cat to be an old crock.
I was invited, out of the blue, to a friend of a friend's dinner party last night. This makes the second Saturday night in a row I have been social until after midnight. It is very strange, and altogether unusual. I was quite baffled to be invited, to be honest: there were only seven people there, myself included, and all knew each other rather better than I knew 'em.
It is a weirdness.
Today, I'm wandering around the house, unable to concentrate on my study notes for the exam tomorrow. My brain feels all thick and scattered: I need to go for a run, do some exercise, freaking climb, but I can't scrounge up the necessary focus or willpower to do anything.
Well. Dammit. I suppose I'd better try.
So I took a measure of ouzo, some salt, added warm water, and held him down in the bath while I tried to wipe as much of the inside of his cheek with a clean towel and the aforesaid mixture as I could. Which wasn't much. Possibly I shouldn't have added ouzo, but I figured a tipsy cat is a cat who's going to sleep without hurting, and I daresay the amount that actually got in his mouth is not going to damage his innards more than the painkillers he's already on.
It's a fucking mess, is what it is, and worse, he's started limping and favouring his hind legs. He's only seven or eight, dammit. He's too young a cat to be an old crock.
I was invited, out of the blue, to a friend of a friend's dinner party last night. This makes the second Saturday night in a row I have been social until after midnight. It is very strange, and altogether unusual. I was quite baffled to be invited, to be honest: there were only seven people there, myself included, and all knew each other rather better than I knew 'em.
It is a weirdness.
Today, I'm wandering around the house, unable to concentrate on my study notes for the exam tomorrow. My brain feels all thick and scattered: I need to go for a run, do some exercise, freaking climb, but I can't scrounge up the necessary focus or willpower to do anything.
Well. Dammit. I suppose I'd better try.
Books 2008: 97
97. Park Honan, Christopher Marlowe: Poet and Spy
I'm not anything close to well read about the period or the personalities thereof. But this is a clear, concise, extremely readable and informative book.
In other news, the cat has had a relapse of his mouth infection. And he's getting thinner and pickier about his food. I bought him some mackeral in tomato sauce, which he seemed to enjoy, so I hope he'll eat his medicine when I mix it with some tuna, later.
(Cat likes tomato sauce. Hope it's good for him.)
I am rotten with laziness. I'm going to have some food and then see if I feel like going for a run.
Tomorrow, oh joys, we begin the 'rise at six am' programme of affairs. Wish me luck?
97. Park Honan, Christopher Marlowe: Poet and Spy
I'm not anything close to well read about the period or the personalities thereof. But this is a clear, concise, extremely readable and informative book.
In other news, the cat has had a relapse of his mouth infection. And he's getting thinner and pickier about his food. I bought him some mackeral in tomato sauce, which he seemed to enjoy, so I hope he'll eat his medicine when I mix it with some tuna, later.
(Cat likes tomato sauce. Hope it's good for him.)
I am rotten with laziness. I'm going to have some food and then see if I feel like going for a run.
Tomorrow, oh joys, we begin the 'rise at six am' programme of affairs. Wish me luck?
Books 2008: 97
97. Park Honan, Christopher Marlowe: Poet and Spy
I'm not anything close to well read about the period or the personalities thereof. But this is a clear, concise, extremely readable and informative book.
In other news, the cat has had a relapse of his mouth infection. And he's getting thinner and pickier about his food. I bought him some mackeral in tomato sauce, which he seemed to enjoy, so I hope he'll eat his medicine when I mix it with some tuna, later.
(Cat likes tomato sauce. Hope it's good for him.)
I am rotten with laziness. I'm going to have some food and then see if I feel like going for a run.
Tomorrow, oh joys, we begin the 'rise at six am' programme of affairs. Wish me luck?
97. Park Honan, Christopher Marlowe: Poet and Spy
I'm not anything close to well read about the period or the personalities thereof. But this is a clear, concise, extremely readable and informative book.
In other news, the cat has had a relapse of his mouth infection. And he's getting thinner and pickier about his food. I bought him some mackeral in tomato sauce, which he seemed to enjoy, so I hope he'll eat his medicine when I mix it with some tuna, later.
(Cat likes tomato sauce. Hope it's good for him.)
I am rotten with laziness. I'm going to have some food and then see if I feel like going for a run.
Tomorrow, oh joys, we begin the 'rise at six am' programme of affairs. Wish me luck?
