So I was back at work today - a little stoned on cold meds (whoo hoo!) but not too much the worse for wear. I prolly could have stood another day in bed, but there's that whole "rent" thing to consider. Kind of puts a kink in that whole napping all afternoon idea. (Not to mention the bloody vet bills we've piled up!)
We found another clinic that could take Bagheera yesterday...Beastie came home with way more stitches, and a lampshade on his head. Without even the benefit of a wicked frat party to justify it! We've taken to calling him Space Cat. I don't think he finds it as amusing as we do. It was definitely...interesting...when he tried his whole "walk all over your heads until I get comfortable and snuggle with you at 4:00 A.M." routine. A little scratchy, those plastic collars!
Off to drain the last wee dram of the Nyquil...again with the whoo-ing and hoo-ing. That's good shit, dudes! Woah. And then off to dreamland before a busy day at work tomorrow. Involving an old (non-functional) Super-8 camera, and 180 lollipops. Will fill ya'll in on the details if it works out.
4 comments:
I'm so sorry that you're sick. Get lots of rest, drink lots of fluids, blah blah blah. You know the routine. Don't forget the drugs. You know... the good ones. ;)
Emma had one of those lampshades when she got her lady parts taken out. She's so low to the ground that she couldn't walk - it kept catching on the carpet and door frames. I took the thing off as soon as we got home. She's so stubby anyway that she can't twist her body around to lick the usual dog licking places. Thank god.
I ab so dare wid you. Hack. Cough.
Semb Kleenex.
I think I need some of that Nyquil stuff...I even have this great wheeze when I laugh. Randy thought it was so funny he wanted to record it.
Okay, I'm nervous. How's the kitty? How are you?
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