Good news, bad news...

[feren]

The good news is I have found a vet to take Ra to. The poor little punk cat has been harfing up a storm the last few weeks and not only are the roommates tired of it (much as I am), I'm sure it's leaving the cat feeling pretty unhappy, too. I know I would be a wreck emotionally and physically if I was throwing up for no apparent reason every time somebody looked sideways at me or sneezed. I hope that it's just a hair ball problem that can be fixed with some drops (or a new line of food) and a better grooming brush (his current one doesn't seem to collect much hair, even though he sheds like mad). If it's something worse, like a thyroid problem, I'm in for a whole new world of trouble because I've never had to medicate a cat before. I don't think it would be an easy task, given how squirmy the little putz can be whenever I decide to hold him and he decides he doesn't want to be held.

The bad news in all this is that the earliest I can possibly get him in to the vet for an exam is the middle or end of next week. They're very busy with Thanksgiving and a flood of other appointments. I guess this is a busy season, although I really cannot fathom why.

I forgot to post this last night, so I'll post it right now: my mind is a disturbing place. Last night somebody on IRC mentioned the phrase "song box" in general conversation, and I had a horrible, horrible vision flash through my mind. I promptly declared I had to go take a scalding hot mental shower and then was mocked (and quite rightly so) for my gutter thoughts. What was this horrific vision? Well, take that phrase, apply some vulgar slang to one of the words, and mix in a liberal dose of that Levi's commercial with the singing belly buttons. Once you've done the math I'm sure you'll understand why I wanted to boil my brain in bleach.

Oh well, back to working in a not-working sort of way. Lunch is in half an hour, yay!

Comments

[jenwolf.livejournal.com]

Poor Ra qitty. I hope it's not a thyroid problem, we have to give Oscar two pills a day, and boy is that a fun task.
I'm thinking it's just dietary, i.e. change his food and the problem goes away, or prevent the little punk from eating plastic and the problem goes away.

Ooh, that reminds me, Stripe is due for her rabies shot. Damn, I was hoping to have some money by now for that.

[roho.livejournal.com]

Gawd, that's a disturbing thought you had there, qat. Especially as I'm picturing the Levi's commercial now, properly modified, and with a deep, gruff voice ;P

As for Ra, I'd lay good odds on it being a hairball problem. Which is usually fairly easy to take care of...sometimes requires surgery, but that's rare on shorthairs. Probably just give you some goop to start smearing on his nose a few times a day. And the vet will definitely be able to sell and/or recommend a good Rabrush :)

Terminology?

[daveqat.livejournal.com]

Y'know. I'm gonna have to do some serious digging in my family tree to find out just how I'm related to Jen and Feren, since they seem to be in there somewhere.

[feren.livejournal.com]

As long as I live I will never understand his affection for chewing up little pieces of plastic and swallowing them. It'd help if my roomies would do their part to keep plastic/packing peanuts/etc out of his reach so he CAN'T chew on them, but I guess it just means I need to be more vigilant.

I think it very well may be something that isn't dietary, because he'll puke and puke until there's nothing left for him to hark up but fluid. Last night was a great example of that. At least he did it in the bathroom where there's floor tiling. :p

Re: Terminology?

[feren.livejournal.com]

To quote Denis Leary, "The 'Q' is talking to me, the 'Q' is talking to me!"

Heh, it's mostly a meme thing. I picked it up from a crowd I hang out with and am doing my best to spread the infection to everyone else I know. You just happened to already be infected.

You know what the worst part is?

[feren.livejournal.com]

The only cure for that image is a good, hard belt of Jim Beam. Rinse, lather and repeat.

Re: Terminology?

[daveqat.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, infection...

[jenwolf.livejournal.com]

My 'box' does not sing!

*blink blink*

[feren.livejournal.com]

I don't remember ever saying that it did!

Re: Terminology?

[frostyw.livejournal.com]

Who knew that one word ("qool"), one moment those six years ago would have such a profound impact on the world and upon the lives of those it touched? =^_^=

I think I was one of the few present when it started happening back in '95. Wow, nostalgia's kicking in. (Ow!)

Erf?

[frostyw.livejournal.com]

You know, even after you initially explained your reasoning the other night, it took me a few beats to figure out what you meant. I spent a few moments drifting, wondering what the hell was so perverse about a boxed set of CDs being called a "song box". Then it became obvious. Yes, I hope you used extra-strength bleach.

Maybe I shouldn't mention that there's a corresponding set called a "music box"? (The song box is a vocal collection, and the music box, natch, is an instrumental collection from the same series.)