3 posts tagged “cat”
It's been a stressful, ugly, no good, craptastic very bad week and no one here at the house of pain has had it worse than poor Beardo the cat. While Xian and I were out getting our butts kicked by work and school, our kitty was at the pet hospital being force-fed and poked with the frightening but healing hands of veterinary science. He got sick so fast it's scary. The whole business had me nauseated and goodness knows I couldn't get any work done without Beardo there to distract me.
This is Beardo looking good. Most days he's all kinds of frisky. He enjoys playing fetch, sniffing butts a little too long, and kicking every last bit of sand out of the litter box. He harbors a burning hatred of closed doors and doesn't believe in personal space unless it's his. I think he's incredibly charming.
Hi folks! I'm back. Sortof. I'm only half alive today because our cat, who's been taking torture training classes from ex-KGB agents, decided to try out some of his special new moves last night. So where've I been? I feel like I must tell you (even though I'm boring) so here's a quick break down of the last few weeks...
Thanksgiving with the family. We ate, watched cartoons, and went to bed happy. No tears, jello shots, or fire this year (I kindof missed the fire part).
I fancy myself a bit of an urban explorer but in reality I'm just a bit ocd. If there's a half opened box sitting in the middle of the sidewalk I must look inside. This is how I found someone's mummified and very dead dog. Happy holidays!
The store I work at is closing at the end of this month. I'm applying to a wide range of jobs I probably don't want. From window dresser to English teacher to English teacher in China. It's mid-life-financial-crisis party town (but not really since a creative writing degree is really just proof that I've learned to mooch effectively and also I'm only 24).
Otherwise, I've been playing Puzzle Pirates, eating holiday cookies, stressing Christmas and getting fat. Cause if there's anything I've learned from watching hours of commercials on CourtTV it's that stress makes you fat.
Hooray for a drama free vet visit! This year Beardo the Wonder Cat faced the doctor like a real trooper. Last time I had to reschedule twice when he managed to eat his way into our boxspring and then vanished into another (vet free?) dimension where he stayed until regular business hours had long gone by. Today, though, he plopped right into his kitty bag, let the vet prod him without the usual chase, and was pronounced perfectly healthy in under 10 minutes. This year also marks the second time that Beardo has been called "ripped" by his doctors. He has perfect cat abs and his guns are deadly. Apparently sleeping 20 hours a day, rolling in dirt, and hunting down giant pre-cambrian cockroaches makes up one heck of a workout regimen.
