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I have a cat. Specifically, I have two cats - one is mostly normal considering I'm pretty sure she's not actually a cat and is, in fact, some sort of furry alien - but I'm only going to be discussion the non-alien today.
Loki is clinically depressed. We think. We're not sure as Loki is only a cat and isn't being terribly helpful in the diagnosis procedure. The point is that Loki, who is a gorgeous - if runny eyed - flame-point cat who loves cuddling and licking and being a general menace. He also has a nasty habit of marking parts of the house when he's upset. When the dog is out. When his litter boxes aren't clean enough. When the weather turns hot. When the weather turns cold. Pretty much whenever.
This has been an issue for over a year now, closer to two than I'd like. And we've changed his diet, gotten him new and more exciting litter boxes with better litter, and finally resorted to drugging him. Daily. Which worked for about a month or two. Yesterday, as Loki gazed at me with his soulful little beady eyes and lifted his tail... I snapped. "That cat or the dog, one of them goes! Both! I don't care anymore!"
Of course I folded in the light of a new day and we carted Loki off to the vet. She suggested doubling Loki's depression meds for a few weeks and seeing if that helps at all. We shall see.
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We bought a George Foreman indoor/outdoor grill the other day. So that Captain could stand outside and be a manly man with his plastic sporky thing and his spatula, playing with cooking meat. Pretty sure it's a guy thing.
There was going to be a large cook-out on the fourth, until we realized we have no one to invite - being the anti-social bastards that we are - and I didn't want to clean the bathroom.
Cook-out was postponed to tomorrow and we have tentatively invited another couple to come over and marvel at the grill what plugs into the wall.
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The reason I didn't want to clean the bathroom - other than the fact that it was the dog's room for six months and has been closed up since and was mucho filthy - is that I have been sick for the last three weeks now.
The doctor was visited last Friday, six vials of blood drawn by a woman who I believe enjoys inflicting pain for the fun of it, and many test were supposed to be run. I do not have the results back on any of them because my hospital is all about not being with the quickness.
In the meantime I'm constantly tired. I'm no longer sleeping 18 hours at a time so there's a yay there, but I get exhausted easily and even dinner out is difficult.
Loki is clinically depressed. We think. We're not sure as Loki is only a cat and isn't being terribly helpful in the diagnosis procedure. The point is that Loki, who is a gorgeous - if runny eyed - flame-point cat who loves cuddling and licking and being a general menace. He also has a nasty habit of marking parts of the house when he's upset. When the dog is out. When his litter boxes aren't clean enough. When the weather turns hot. When the weather turns cold. Pretty much whenever.
This has been an issue for over a year now, closer to two than I'd like. And we've changed his diet, gotten him new and more exciting litter boxes with better litter, and finally resorted to drugging him. Daily. Which worked for about a month or two. Yesterday, as Loki gazed at me with his soulful little beady eyes and lifted his tail... I snapped. "That cat or the dog, one of them goes! Both! I don't care anymore!"
Of course I folded in the light of a new day and we carted Loki off to the vet. She suggested doubling Loki's depression meds for a few weeks and seeing if that helps at all. We shall see.
-~*~-
We bought a George Foreman indoor/outdoor grill the other day. So that Captain could stand outside and be a manly man with his plastic sporky thing and his spatula, playing with cooking meat. Pretty sure it's a guy thing.
There was going to be a large cook-out on the fourth, until we realized we have no one to invite - being the anti-social bastards that we are - and I didn't want to clean the bathroom.
Cook-out was postponed to tomorrow and we have tentatively invited another couple to come over and marvel at the grill what plugs into the wall.
-~*~-
The reason I didn't want to clean the bathroom - other than the fact that it was the dog's room for six months and has been closed up since and was mucho filthy - is that I have been sick for the last three weeks now.
The doctor was visited last Friday, six vials of blood drawn by a woman who I believe enjoys inflicting pain for the fun of it, and many test were supposed to be run. I do not have the results back on any of them because my hospital is all about not being with the quickness.
In the meantime I'm constantly tired. I'm no longer sleeping 18 hours at a time so there's a yay there, but I get exhausted easily and even dinner out is difficult.
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The new grill sounds cool. I hope the cookout is fun.
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BBQ is good, even if it's a plug-in. Enjoy!
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