We had a standoff. Mama cat was on her house and Torbie came over.
Torbie likes the house, as well. She wanted to use it. Mama cat said no, growling, putting her ears back, plenty of hissing. Torbie kept looking up at her and inching forward, then gave up and left. But not before she scratched on the side of the house.
I have a spot I plan to clear. It has a dead suitcase Torbie scratched up and loves to sleep on. I think she would much rather have a house of her own. If nothing else both cats will have access to a house at the same time.
I want to pamper everyone equally. I will not play favorites. I am not as close to Baby Girl because she is a one person cat, and chose to bond to Ron. But I love them all equally.
I do have a soft spot for the abused ones, which is all of them. Anyway, Ron enjoyed my narration of the battle - and this is the only serious conflict I have seen in a month of living together - so much he offered to buy the new house. So I went to Chewy. They made it easy to find what I had just bought and put it in the cart.
I looked at some litters. Cat toys. I got some "hypernip" toys and a compressed catnip mouse. The old guard love those. And I'm over $50 and checking out.
Biscuit came to me and looked so pitiful, I opened a can of his prescription food. He is not crazy about it but the new cats love it. Something brushed against my leg, it was Cleo.
I bent over and pet her. She let me. I was so surprised I did it again, she did jump that time and then scooted off a little, but she didn't go far. She came over once I put the food on the floor and began eating.
Way to go, Cleo!
Saturday, August 31, 2019
Most of Saturday
I expected a lot with my hormonal change to menopause. Weight gain, etc. Weird cycles.
I NEVER figured on the migraines. Never. I had 2 this week around my cycle (which was a week late again, fine with that but those headaches have got to go!). Bad ones.
The kind of migraine where I am popping Excedrin and pouring caffeine down my throat. Just miserable. And I am done talking about it.
I got up, took a shower (didn't wash my hair, it was OK), fed the cats, cleaned the boxes. Noted Biscuit took a little while peeing, but did produce quite a bit of urine. I talked to Ron again about the importance of making sure he only eats his prescription. Ron is totally on board.
We went to the warehouse, bought supplies. Ron gave me what was left as an advance on my pay. We went to work, stocked, stored, etc.
Headed out... long wait on our ride, then she passed us up. "I thought you were at the welfare apartments down the road". Not us.
But there are a couple of clients who live there, all of them difficult. One likes to bring large amounts of junk to dialysis (I understand a shoulder bag, blanket, and pillow but not more than that) - so much so one time there wasn't room for us. I don't know why the driver/dispatch didn't simply say "You can't bring all this crap" and give her the choice to leave it or wait for another ride.
But it was a straight trip. She had heard of a place that had $2 gas and went out of the way to the station to fill up. The gas station across the street was selling it for $2.06 and was empty. I would have gone to the empty station. Instead we had to wait in line to pump, pay, and then get out. Ron got carsick on the way home and almost vomited.
But Biscuit, Spotty, and Mama cat greeted us at the door. Always nice to see a smiling face at the door. I got Ron into bed, he hunched over in front of a fan gasping with nausea. Sometimes it is bad, sometimes it isn't.
I was feeling pretty worn out so I went to bed. Torbie and Biscuit seem to own my bed. I had a good nap with them but woke up with a renewed headache. It isn't anything I ate so it's got to be hormonal. My body is trying to figure out it's time for the cycles to stop, hormones running amok.
I don't have any mood issues out of that - medication takes care of that I suppose. I had hot flashes about 10 years ago, pretty bad for a few years but none recently. No night sweats. But the migraines around my cycle are fairly new and unwanted.
I drank some caffeine, that helped. I used some catnip spray in the "house", it worked, Torbie is in there right now. She just didn't like the smell of it, before. It did have sort of a chemical odor. Now I know to use the spray.
I plan to get rid of the trashed suitcase (clawed up) and get some sort of house over there for the cats too. They will enjoy that and that way everyone has a perch. Not a big one, just a couple feet tall with a few shelves and maybe a compartment. But something fun.
I very seldom spend much money on myself. It is notable I bought both a single nightgown and a two pack of bras this month.
I am not hungry but we are thinking pizza later. I am pretty tired and worn out from the headache. I will probably order it after the 6 PM phone call. I also need to sweep the floor, I have low boxes (kittens, and post surgery cats) and they are kickers. They could be on a sports team they are so good at it.
I don't mind, it is not an issue as I see it. But I do need to sweep. I try to keep the floor "Would I want to walk on this in bare feet?" ready. If I would walk on it barefoot it is "fine". It is not fine now.
No poop or anything, just clean dry litter. But a tile floor is pretty easy to clean.
I think I will go look at cat houses/trees for a little bit.
I NEVER figured on the migraines. Never. I had 2 this week around my cycle (which was a week late again, fine with that but those headaches have got to go!). Bad ones.
The kind of migraine where I am popping Excedrin and pouring caffeine down my throat. Just miserable. And I am done talking about it.
I got up, took a shower (didn't wash my hair, it was OK), fed the cats, cleaned the boxes. Noted Biscuit took a little while peeing, but did produce quite a bit of urine. I talked to Ron again about the importance of making sure he only eats his prescription. Ron is totally on board.
We went to the warehouse, bought supplies. Ron gave me what was left as an advance on my pay. We went to work, stocked, stored, etc.
Headed out... long wait on our ride, then she passed us up. "I thought you were at the welfare apartments down the road". Not us.
But there are a couple of clients who live there, all of them difficult. One likes to bring large amounts of junk to dialysis (I understand a shoulder bag, blanket, and pillow but not more than that) - so much so one time there wasn't room for us. I don't know why the driver/dispatch didn't simply say "You can't bring all this crap" and give her the choice to leave it or wait for another ride.
But it was a straight trip. She had heard of a place that had $2 gas and went out of the way to the station to fill up. The gas station across the street was selling it for $2.06 and was empty. I would have gone to the empty station. Instead we had to wait in line to pump, pay, and then get out. Ron got carsick on the way home and almost vomited.
But Biscuit, Spotty, and Mama cat greeted us at the door. Always nice to see a smiling face at the door. I got Ron into bed, he hunched over in front of a fan gasping with nausea. Sometimes it is bad, sometimes it isn't.
I was feeling pretty worn out so I went to bed. Torbie and Biscuit seem to own my bed. I had a good nap with them but woke up with a renewed headache. It isn't anything I ate so it's got to be hormonal. My body is trying to figure out it's time for the cycles to stop, hormones running amok.
I don't have any mood issues out of that - medication takes care of that I suppose. I had hot flashes about 10 years ago, pretty bad for a few years but none recently. No night sweats. But the migraines around my cycle are fairly new and unwanted.
I drank some caffeine, that helped. I used some catnip spray in the "house", it worked, Torbie is in there right now. She just didn't like the smell of it, before. It did have sort of a chemical odor. Now I know to use the spray.
I plan to get rid of the trashed suitcase (clawed up) and get some sort of house over there for the cats too. They will enjoy that and that way everyone has a perch. Not a big one, just a couple feet tall with a few shelves and maybe a compartment. But something fun.
I very seldom spend much money on myself. It is notable I bought both a single nightgown and a two pack of bras this month.
I am not hungry but we are thinking pizza later. I am pretty tired and worn out from the headache. I will probably order it after the 6 PM phone call. I also need to sweep the floor, I have low boxes (kittens, and post surgery cats) and they are kickers. They could be on a sports team they are so good at it.
I don't mind, it is not an issue as I see it. But I do need to sweep. I try to keep the floor "Would I want to walk on this in bare feet?" ready. If I would walk on it barefoot it is "fine". It is not fine now.
No poop or anything, just clean dry litter. But a tile floor is pretty easy to clean.
I think I will go look at cat houses/trees for a little bit.
Friday, August 30, 2019
Most of Friday
I was pretty upset thinking about one guy we know. He used to help with rides (for money) but I don't call him anymore.
I just really loathe men who take advantage of desperate women. He had viewed me as "off limits". Unfortunately Ron got very drunk one night over a decade ago and told the man he didn't care if the man had sex with me. So the guy thought I was some sort of slut whore who cheated on Ron. Even with me explaining (still true) I have only had sex with one man he would say things like "It's only cheating if there's [hair splitting graphic details]"
Finally gave up on me, I think, but I don't feel comfortable with him. Especially as he found a new sugar baby and likes to share the most degrading details. I don't want to hear them. I feel immensely sorry for this woman. I don't want to get in a vehicle thinking this guy wants to f*ck me. I want to get in and think about my destination and my errands.
I am just done with perverts.
Actually a sex addict. But could impact me - I don't want to think I had better bring my stun gun because I might need to fight him off. And can you imagine talking to the police and he is saying "Her husband gave his permission?" UGH.
One of the few things Ron did that I am still truly angry about, years later. The man had been decent up to that point. But Ron was obsessed for a while thinking I was cheating with the guy. He wrongly thought (Ron's) approval would nullify the exciting forbidden nature of my affair (rolleyes). No. You just turned a behaved person into one who was not.
He has never made physical advances but has said things that made me very uncomfortable. Staring at my chest a lot, for instance. I might understand this in a 12-14 year old boy but this is a grown man.
Alex and Arturo do not make me feel uncomfortable. They will occasionally ask me how Ron is doing, or the cats, and that is as far as it goes. Arturo knows I take medication and it is for mental illness but not which. But I chose to share that.
Anyway, I got up this morning. Cleo came out from under "her" couch and rubbed against my ankle as I prepared breakfast. I took a can of mixed grill and broke it into a couple of sections, put them on plates. I wrote Cleo's name on one plate and put her medicine in that food. I put it all down, Cleo's in front of her. She wanted to eat off her mother's plate but did go back to her own, and ate the part with the medication.
I'm not going to try petting her for a few days, it has been a busy week. Trapped, 3 days at the vet, surgery, coming in a home for the first time... It's a lot. But she rubbed against my ankle.
Then she went back under the couch, but not very far, and watched me with bright eyes. The vet had been worried she had an eye problem, I called them and said she was fine.
They were happy to hear it. Ron got up. He had made a trip to the bank. He didn't want me going by myself.
Now let's look at this: HOW can he protect me, physically? Answer is he cannot, in fact probably makes me look more like a victim. But he said he would take me so I could exchange the money and we would have inventory money for tomorrow. We cannot just take money out of savings because he does not pay it back. Save it for emergencies.
Our ride was due at 9. He set up in the kitchen about 8:45 and started drinking. The ride did not arrive for almost an hour and then she had an attitude. She was rushing him.
Let me tell you, if you are a paratransit driver had you have a feeble, frail, precarious looking client it is a truly terrible idea to rush him. Sure enough, he almost fell but I caught him. Then she got an attitude because he almost fell. [rolleyes] I bet she would have shouted at him if he had. Ron lectured her about the mark of the beast for the next half hour, saying the same things over and over again. I am sure she was happy to get rid of us.
She was very ignorant, thought we were postal workers. Could not understand the concept of contract vendors or how we made our money, thought we sat at home and collected a royalty check. I told her again and again, we do all the sweat work and we only get whatever is left after paying the bills. After she finally "got it" she said "I don't see how anyone could live like that".
And I'm sitting there thinking, if I had taken the bus I would be home by now. The other client was blind, but one who pretends not to be (I could tell, watching her). She kept giving really bad directions that sent us back quite a bit. "Don't take the freeway" "Turn here (5 miles before the destination), oh, sorry, that LOOKED like the turn." You are BLIND do not rely on your eyes anymore, clearly they don't work. Rely on street names. "What street is this? Go one block and then turn". When she did THAT we were fine. Then we got back on the freeway and got to the bank pretty fast.
We got in and did our transaction. The bank manager came over, I thanked him for getting the door fixed. He played "aw shucks" and then acted like we had been the biggest pains in the asses. We asked them to fix the door maybe 5 times in what, 3 months? It made me sorry I HADN'T called the ADA people and lit a fire under their asses. Next time, I will.
I was Not Happy when he walked away. Ron called Arturo and he couldn't do it. He called Alex, who could, but it would be a while. I sat down on the couch and waited. Alex arrived and we went out, Ron had a pretty easy time getting in for a change. We went to McDonald's.
I had been dealing with an alcoholic all day, bank business, and the horrid transportation issues. I got a couple of double cheeseburgers, just ketchup, for me. And I decided to get a plain hamburger for Cleo and Spot. They asked if I was sure I wanted (no condiments) and I said yes, it is for my cat. I am sure they had something to say about that inside the store.
But when I got the food it was perfect. The fries were terrible so I didn't eat them. I took the plain burger apart and threw away the bread. Ron got upset about that until I had him call the vet, and the tech lectured him about carnivore = meat, not bread! He wouldn't hear it from me but did take it from her. I tore the burger into bites and spread them out on the wrapper, right next to my foot, while I ate my burgers.
Spot came over and ate some. He loved it. Good to know Spot is a hamburger man. I'll get him one after his neuter. Cleo came out pretty quick. I ignored her as she squatted down and ate one piece after another. I did talk to her, though. She and Spot finished off the whole patty, I was impressed. Cleo is only 3 pounds. They did a great job, not a speck left.
Ron, in the meantime, was in the kitchen after yet more vodka. I told him I was going to bed and he asked me to heat up a TV dinner. I said I would not stand over him watching him drink until he decided he was "ready".
If he wanted to eat, he would have to go to bed NOW and then I would bring it to him. He took a long chug off the bottle before he left. He barely made it into bed, he almost fell a couple of times but I had a grip on his belt. And he tells me not to help.
Once I had him planted I went and heated up a "Backyard BBQ" Banquet TV dinner. He cannot say enough about these dinners. I am glad he likes them, they have some protein, a decent amount of vitamins and minerals, and apparently really good flavor. They don't take forever to heat up and only cost $1.24 each. I have several in the freezer.
He also likes the "Banquet Mega Bowl Chicken Fried Steak". It has chicken fried steak bites, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, and green beans all mixed together. He can't finish one at a sitting but works on it for a day or two. I have some of them, too.
I ate a lot of mashed potatoes growing up, and can't stand them.
I got him his food (after I let it cool to a safe temperature) and went to bed. He was quiet and I had a short nap. I got up and did some cleaning, had a Diet Dew (a little bit of a headache). Cleo got out and used the box right in front of me, getting comfortable. I want her feeling safe before I try to handle her. She is not aggressive but fearful.
I never checked the mail yesterday, Ron's clock came. I put it next to him in bed. My nightgown is supposed to come today, we will see. It will be nice to throw on before I go take out a bag of cat poop.
Biscuit indicated he does not want his food on the table anymore, so I set it on the floor. He very happily ate it. I just gave Cleo some more food and she was so cute I almost pet her. She said "no thanks" and went around. But I will work on her. I am just hoping I can get her for the stitch removal in a couple of weeks. I am taking her in for the stitches and Mama cat for boosters. Mama will be done with shots for a year after that. Worst case I will use the trap again.
Ron is calling.
That's it for now. I will work on getting the clothes in the washer so I can run a load when my nightgown arrives.
I just really loathe men who take advantage of desperate women. He had viewed me as "off limits". Unfortunately Ron got very drunk one night over a decade ago and told the man he didn't care if the man had sex with me. So the guy thought I was some sort of slut whore who cheated on Ron. Even with me explaining (still true) I have only had sex with one man he would say things like "It's only cheating if there's [hair splitting graphic details]"
Finally gave up on me, I think, but I don't feel comfortable with him. Especially as he found a new sugar baby and likes to share the most degrading details. I don't want to hear them. I feel immensely sorry for this woman. I don't want to get in a vehicle thinking this guy wants to f*ck me. I want to get in and think about my destination and my errands.
I am just done with perverts.
Actually a sex addict. But could impact me - I don't want to think I had better bring my stun gun because I might need to fight him off. And can you imagine talking to the police and he is saying "Her husband gave his permission?" UGH.
One of the few things Ron did that I am still truly angry about, years later. The man had been decent up to that point. But Ron was obsessed for a while thinking I was cheating with the guy. He wrongly thought (Ron's) approval would nullify the exciting forbidden nature of my affair (rolleyes). No. You just turned a behaved person into one who was not.
He has never made physical advances but has said things that made me very uncomfortable. Staring at my chest a lot, for instance. I might understand this in a 12-14 year old boy but this is a grown man.
Alex and Arturo do not make me feel uncomfortable. They will occasionally ask me how Ron is doing, or the cats, and that is as far as it goes. Arturo knows I take medication and it is for mental illness but not which. But I chose to share that.
Anyway, I got up this morning. Cleo came out from under "her" couch and rubbed against my ankle as I prepared breakfast. I took a can of mixed grill and broke it into a couple of sections, put them on plates. I wrote Cleo's name on one plate and put her medicine in that food. I put it all down, Cleo's in front of her. She wanted to eat off her mother's plate but did go back to her own, and ate the part with the medication.
I'm not going to try petting her for a few days, it has been a busy week. Trapped, 3 days at the vet, surgery, coming in a home for the first time... It's a lot. But she rubbed against my ankle.
Then she went back under the couch, but not very far, and watched me with bright eyes. The vet had been worried she had an eye problem, I called them and said she was fine.
They were happy to hear it. Ron got up. He had made a trip to the bank. He didn't want me going by myself.
Now let's look at this: HOW can he protect me, physically? Answer is he cannot, in fact probably makes me look more like a victim. But he said he would take me so I could exchange the money and we would have inventory money for tomorrow. We cannot just take money out of savings because he does not pay it back. Save it for emergencies.
Our ride was due at 9. He set up in the kitchen about 8:45 and started drinking. The ride did not arrive for almost an hour and then she had an attitude. She was rushing him.
Let me tell you, if you are a paratransit driver had you have a feeble, frail, precarious looking client it is a truly terrible idea to rush him. Sure enough, he almost fell but I caught him. Then she got an attitude because he almost fell. [rolleyes] I bet she would have shouted at him if he had. Ron lectured her about the mark of the beast for the next half hour, saying the same things over and over again. I am sure she was happy to get rid of us.
She was very ignorant, thought we were postal workers. Could not understand the concept of contract vendors or how we made our money, thought we sat at home and collected a royalty check. I told her again and again, we do all the sweat work and we only get whatever is left after paying the bills. After she finally "got it" she said "I don't see how anyone could live like that".
And I'm sitting there thinking, if I had taken the bus I would be home by now. The other client was blind, but one who pretends not to be (I could tell, watching her). She kept giving really bad directions that sent us back quite a bit. "Don't take the freeway" "Turn here (5 miles before the destination), oh, sorry, that LOOKED like the turn." You are BLIND do not rely on your eyes anymore, clearly they don't work. Rely on street names. "What street is this? Go one block and then turn". When she did THAT we were fine. Then we got back on the freeway and got to the bank pretty fast.
We got in and did our transaction. The bank manager came over, I thanked him for getting the door fixed. He played "aw shucks" and then acted like we had been the biggest pains in the asses. We asked them to fix the door maybe 5 times in what, 3 months? It made me sorry I HADN'T called the ADA people and lit a fire under their asses. Next time, I will.
I was Not Happy when he walked away. Ron called Arturo and he couldn't do it. He called Alex, who could, but it would be a while. I sat down on the couch and waited. Alex arrived and we went out, Ron had a pretty easy time getting in for a change. We went to McDonald's.
I had been dealing with an alcoholic all day, bank business, and the horrid transportation issues. I got a couple of double cheeseburgers, just ketchup, for me. And I decided to get a plain hamburger for Cleo and Spot. They asked if I was sure I wanted (no condiments) and I said yes, it is for my cat. I am sure they had something to say about that inside the store.
But when I got the food it was perfect. The fries were terrible so I didn't eat them. I took the plain burger apart and threw away the bread. Ron got upset about that until I had him call the vet, and the tech lectured him about carnivore = meat, not bread! He wouldn't hear it from me but did take it from her. I tore the burger into bites and spread them out on the wrapper, right next to my foot, while I ate my burgers.
Spot came over and ate some. He loved it. Good to know Spot is a hamburger man. I'll get him one after his neuter. Cleo came out pretty quick. I ignored her as she squatted down and ate one piece after another. I did talk to her, though. She and Spot finished off the whole patty, I was impressed. Cleo is only 3 pounds. They did a great job, not a speck left.
Ron, in the meantime, was in the kitchen after yet more vodka. I told him I was going to bed and he asked me to heat up a TV dinner. I said I would not stand over him watching him drink until he decided he was "ready".
If he wanted to eat, he would have to go to bed NOW and then I would bring it to him. He took a long chug off the bottle before he left. He barely made it into bed, he almost fell a couple of times but I had a grip on his belt. And he tells me not to help.
Once I had him planted I went and heated up a "Backyard BBQ" Banquet TV dinner. He cannot say enough about these dinners. I am glad he likes them, they have some protein, a decent amount of vitamins and minerals, and apparently really good flavor. They don't take forever to heat up and only cost $1.24 each. I have several in the freezer.
He also likes the "Banquet Mega Bowl Chicken Fried Steak". It has chicken fried steak bites, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, and green beans all mixed together. He can't finish one at a sitting but works on it for a day or two. I have some of them, too.
I ate a lot of mashed potatoes growing up, and can't stand them.
I got him his food (after I let it cool to a safe temperature) and went to bed. He was quiet and I had a short nap. I got up and did some cleaning, had a Diet Dew (a little bit of a headache). Cleo got out and used the box right in front of me, getting comfortable. I want her feeling safe before I try to handle her. She is not aggressive but fearful.
I never checked the mail yesterday, Ron's clock came. I put it next to him in bed. My nightgown is supposed to come today, we will see. It will be nice to throw on before I go take out a bag of cat poop.
Biscuit indicated he does not want his food on the table anymore, so I set it on the floor. He very happily ate it. I just gave Cleo some more food and she was so cute I almost pet her. She said "no thanks" and went around. But I will work on her. I am just hoping I can get her for the stitch removal in a couple of weeks. I am taking her in for the stitches and Mama cat for boosters. Mama will be done with shots for a year after that. Worst case I will use the trap again.
Ron is calling.
That's it for now. I will work on getting the clothes in the washer so I can run a load when my nightgown arrives.
Thursday, August 29, 2019
I just blew up at Ron about savings
He wanted to know "why we had to go when we can just take it out of savings". I said I am DONE taking money out of savings "Because you never pay it back".
What's the big deal? I blew up at him and told him you had THIS much a couple years ago, now you have 1/10 that. That is for AN EMERGENCY and not for personal "loans" that never get paid back.
"Why is it so low?"
"Because every time I asked you to pay it back you said NO" but he has $100 to spend on vodka and another $40 for Arturo going to and from.
He said something about my pay, I said I will wait and see if we have enough on Tuesday but for damned sure we are not taking inventory money or my pay out of savings. Because it NEVER GETS PAID BACK.
Tried to say it was MY fault "Because I didn't ask". I shouldn't have to BEG. Saving should be a personal priority. And when I did ask he said NO. I figured, he wants to waste it all let him, he will wake up one day and realize what he did.
He knows as well as I do I do not take money out for personal things. I took some out for Biscuit, with his approval, back in February. That is the one and only time I have ever taken money out for "my" needs. And Ron is very partial to Biscuit so I know he would have done it without me.
But EVERY time I asked him to pay it back he said no. He wanted money to eat out, buy vodka, pay for cab rides because he didn't want to ride paratransit. But NEVER a penny for savings.
Now he knows it is almost gone and I hope it makes him think the next time he does have some disposable in his hand.
Considering Ron is now so lazy he doesn't even want to go out, he should have enough to spare $100 every month or so to build it up. That's no cab ride and no meals out since he stays home and sleeps all the time (or listens to TV while drinking vodka). Vodka is his only real expense.
I buy the groceries, sometimes he pays me back for that (if it is a small expense I don't worry about it). But he has a lot more money than I do, RECKLESS AND STUPID wasting it all, bleeding our savings, and then points the finger at ME when I say it's almost gone?
I was sorry I was yelling with Cleo in the house but I felt it was important.
What's the big deal? I blew up at him and told him you had THIS much a couple years ago, now you have 1/10 that. That is for AN EMERGENCY and not for personal "loans" that never get paid back.
"Why is it so low?"
"Because every time I asked you to pay it back you said NO" but he has $100 to spend on vodka and another $40 for Arturo going to and from.
He said something about my pay, I said I will wait and see if we have enough on Tuesday but for damned sure we are not taking inventory money or my pay out of savings. Because it NEVER GETS PAID BACK.
Tried to say it was MY fault "Because I didn't ask". I shouldn't have to BEG. Saving should be a personal priority. And when I did ask he said NO. I figured, he wants to waste it all let him, he will wake up one day and realize what he did.
He knows as well as I do I do not take money out for personal things. I took some out for Biscuit, with his approval, back in February. That is the one and only time I have ever taken money out for "my" needs. And Ron is very partial to Biscuit so I know he would have done it without me.
But EVERY time I asked him to pay it back he said no. He wanted money to eat out, buy vodka, pay for cab rides because he didn't want to ride paratransit. But NEVER a penny for savings.
Now he knows it is almost gone and I hope it makes him think the next time he does have some disposable in his hand.
Considering Ron is now so lazy he doesn't even want to go out, he should have enough to spare $100 every month or so to build it up. That's no cab ride and no meals out since he stays home and sleeps all the time (or listens to TV while drinking vodka). Vodka is his only real expense.
I buy the groceries, sometimes he pays me back for that (if it is a small expense I don't worry about it). But he has a lot more money than I do, RECKLESS AND STUPID wasting it all, bleeding our savings, and then points the finger at ME when I say it's almost gone?
I was sorry I was yelling with Cleo in the house but I felt it was important.
Me, upset, about a couple of things
It sounds like most people would rather get the cat photo. I will try to be better about cleaning up but I'm disabled, so's he, I have to take care of him, run a business, not a lot of time for cleaning. But I do the litter boxes every night.
I drank some diet root beer last night. That has been implicated, in the past, with mild to moderate headaches. But I also have some hormonal issues going on this week (late again) and woke up with a blinding migraine. I had tears running down my face, it was so bad. Unlike some people I did not moan, scream, and cry out loudly, waking everyone up. I just curled up in a ball as small as I could get. Not a peep.
But I had Arturo coming at 10 to take me to the vet. The vet was expecting me. Cleo was expecting me. 4 AM. What am I going to do? I took some Excedrin and went back to bed, after putting a six pack of Diet Dew in the fridge. I have found it helpful, in the past to drink large amounts of very cold diet soda during a migraine. It gets me to functional.
I did throw a couple scoops of food at Biscuit's bowl, which was empty. Spotty has found the urinary formula to be delicious. I always keep that out for Biscuit because it is basically medicine, but, according to vet, OK for other cats.
I rested a little until my alarm went off again. Still pretty bad, took more Excedrin. Good luck sleeping ever, again, after all that caffeine.
I dragged myself out of bed. If I had not made a commitment to Cleo, the vet, and Arturo I would have stayed in bed. I took a hot shower, took a little edge off. Excedrin and multiple dews kicked in (drank the whole six pack in a couple hours), I was functional.
I decided to take the liver and chicken cat food as everyone hates it. Arturo came, we left and went to the vet. Nice thing, he knows all the places I go so no directions.
We got there, I handed over the carrier. I did not call first because I wanted to hand over the soft, padded carrier with a warm towel for Miss Cleo's ride home. I had ovarian surgery in 2001 and it was a pretty uncomfortable ride home. And I would ALWAYS rather be accused of spoiling.
They brought out the hard metal cage and put it in the trunk, then brought Cleo in the soft carrier. She looked adorable, eyes bright, looking around and a few soft meows when she saw me. We discussed her care - I will be bringing her back for stitch removal in September, along with her mother for vaccines. I like multiple trips - more than one cat at a time. It is easier and cheaper for me. The cab fare can be spent on pet food or litter instead. Then I have to bring her 2 weeks later for her vaccine booster.
I hope I can catch her. I asked about getting the leather gloves they use and they said they would look into it. They said she just hung out in the back of the cage, was a good eater when allowed, and a nice girl overall. They all remarked how pretty she is with the calico tabby markings and copper colored eyes.
I paid (not too bad) and took her out to the cab, we went home. Arturo left the cage on the porch while I took Cleo in the door. I set her down and then got the cage. I do not want the sickos in my neighborhood getting ahold of a cat cage. I put the cage away in the garage while Cleo hung out on the floor in her box. When I came back her brother was waiting for her to be released. I let her go and he immediately went over to her, sniffing. He followed her around everywhere, his body language very happy to be reunited with his buddy after 3 weeks. They used to play a lot outside before I caught Spot. Mama showed up too, looking at me as if to say "Another one?" That is it, Mama. No more babies.
Later on I caught Mama cat grooming Cleo's head.
Cleo went under the couch for a couple minutes and then smelled the cat food, came out and stood where I feed them. I opened up a can of mixed grill and made a couple of portions on various plates. I set one down for her and she went to work with a good appetite. Some of the other cats came over and ate, too. I even let Big Mouth (Biscuit) get a few bites as an introduction. I hope I don't regret that decision. He really only had 3 bites.
Cleo got enough to eat and went back under the couch. She makes periodic forays and heads back to base camp.
Ron got up, got in his wheelchair, got some treats, and sat by the couch talking to her, making it rain treats. She ate them. She loves treats (we were giving treats when she was still outside). And she felt safe enough to go just feet from Ron. I told him he has an advantage, since he will never make eye contact with her she will warm up to him quickly.
She is only 3 pounds, by the way. Ron went back to bed and I got on the computer.
She is a huge fan of mixed grill cat food. I went ahead and ordered a case of it from Chewy. I would hate to order some from Walmart and they're out, she doesn't have her favorite food. It may be better to get this on auto-ship if she likes it (it's another brand). All the cats like mixed grill. I don't know what animals are in it but if they're happy so am I.
I treated the yard, basically around the house and one large fire ant mound, yesterday. It promptly rained. Not sure if that is good for it or not, but it's raining again today. It will either wash it into the ecosystem or into the ground and kill all the ants.
I am finally feeling better. Not really hungry yet, though.
Ron is shouting at me. Why? Yesterday I asked him if he wanted to do a pull (take the money out of the machines). He said yes, and then he said no. So I left that bag (with the rubber bands in it), left the house without the bag. We get to work and he says "I want to do a pull".
I tell him that will be very difficult as we don't have the bag, with the supplies "Do it anyway". So I did. I only found two rubber bands. Normally I like to use one rubber band for each machine x 8 machines. But I only had two rubber bands (and not good ones) for them. I made it work.
Just now Ron said he wanted to start counting the money. Fine. I put the money in the proper bag with all the rubber bands, and gave it to him. He got started. He is shouting at me because I "messed it up and made it hard". I told him HE is the one... and then he started shouting me down and yelling bitch at me. I only stopped because I did not want to freak out Cleo. But it's his fault, I told him that. He is making asshole comments about what a bitch I am "Doing it her way" etc. No, HE is the one who said leave the bag at home! Next time he asks me to take the money out without a bag I will say NO you don't like it when I do. Even if he gets mad.
It's the whole distorted thinking of taking something he asked me to do and twisting it into me attacking him. It takes quite a feat to travel that road but he is firmly at the destination. He does this so often and it gets me so frustrated. Here is the man who used to play counselor with his parents, one would go to him and complain about the other, he would give advice, from the time he was a kid. So he decided he would be a counselor and went to college (paid for by the state) for psychology, read some of the top 70's self help books, fell in love with Transactional Analysis ("I'm OK and You're OK"), dropped out "I couldn't find readers to help me". Thinks he is The Great Psychologist. He used to run this scam on a talk line, "Dr Problem tell me all about your problems" and he would play counselor for hours every night, ignoring me.
At the time when I met him he was attentive and said all the right things, I was the victim, they were the bad guys, no one understood me like he did. At one point he said he liked me so much better than women his age because they were all cynical. Looking back I believe he meant they were onto his games and wouldn't play. He even told me I had to "believe in Transactional Analysis" because "A TA expert with a wife who doesn't use it is like a pastor whose wife is an atheist". How bloated!
I wish I could go back in time and scream some sense into younger me, SO MANY RED FLAGS but I had no one, really, to help. When I bounced some problem issues off my stepmother she blew them off. She was totally on board the Ron train from the SECOND she heard he was fixed and would not get me pregnant. She had been told they would have to care for me, I would never be able to live on my own. Ron was going to take me off her hands.
She used to leave written psych reports on me, out on the counter for everyone to read, but never did that with "her baby". And I know he had them, too. So I knew all this.
Of course Ron said the experts were wrong and "I could do whatever I wanted with him" something along those lines. "They didn't really know you, like I do" etc. I was manic. I was done with living there. So I went along.
Of course Ron was a little more interested in the manic sexual behaviors and thought he had met another sex addict. That was not the case - and good for him, now. I had a pretty good mania that summer and only crashed into depression after I had moved in with him. Then he would force me into sex by threatening to throw me out if I didn't. He didn't care that I didn't want it... he was just interested in getting off.
And when I got bladder infections he became very angry and accused me of being "sickly", never once looking at his own grooming habits and how that might affect me. The whole relationship was about Making Ron Happy.
Yes, I'm a little bitter that I wasted so much time on a NARCISSIST. He wants things his way, all the time, has a f*cking tantrum every time they don't, doesn't want to grow, improve, learn new ways to deal with anger and frustration. No, SCREAM REAL LOUD. CALL NAMES, GET REAL DRUNK are about the extent of his toolchest. I would like to think I have developed some better methods, this probably being method #1.
Years ago I was on a message board. One woman always used to post her bipolar husband was "mean" to her. Every time, I would tell her to find out if he stopped his medication. Every time, he had. I finally told her to take it for granted, he had stopped, every time he was "mean" to her.
Another woman related some disturbing behaviors from her husband. The most notable was with their 13 year old daughter, who had 'blossomed". He would wrestle with her on the floor, pin her down with her asking him to stop, and lick her face while she struggled. I said, if the authorities find out about that it is sex abuse and he could get in big trouble, you, too, for allowing it. She told me to go to hell, it was innocent.
He left her on their anniversary. And now she posts a bunch of memes about recovering from narcissist abuse. I tried to warn her, about 5 years ago.
I am just tired and frustrated. Ron does "dementia" [there I typed it out] type stuff on an ongoing basis, I tell him "You are scaring me". I am onboard for helping him through that but this whole tantrum, screaming thing just has to go. One thing about the accident he lost the more subtle manipulations and mind tricks, but how sad to know that he ABSOLUTELY would have "done" my mother and sister if he had gotten an opportunity. Birth mother, not step. He is ALWAYS trying to use my past against me and "You are just like your mother, so heartless and cold", knowing I am raw about the fact I had a mother who was so neglectful she would leave me starving in a filthy diaper.
He really think that world revolves around serving him, because basically every person he has ever met has asked "How can I make your life better?" and busted their ass to make it happen. Some of my favorite drivers are the ones who tell Ron "Don't talk about that" or "No". It is beautiful. It always takes him aback but he stops.
Ron can be that person, the immature, selfish, one who has tantrums, screams, curses out, and shuts down people trying to communicate (logically) with him. I can do little about that. When he is more rational I will remind him he asked me to leave the bag at home and told me to "go ahead" when I told him I didn't have rubber bands.
He is in for a hard road if he thinks acting like that will endear him to Cleo. It will take more than drunkenly shaking a few treats on the floor.
He just told me he doesn't have money to pay me. We only have enough money for inventory on Saturday. I told him I can wait until Monday, well, Tuesday. He does not want to go to the bank to turn the $1's in to $20's, he wants to "borrow from savings" (and never pay it back, as usual - then when the crisis hits we will have NOTHING because he PISSED IT ALL AWAY). Says *I* will be responsible for paying back savings, so likely looking at paying savings or MYSELF. NO THANKS.
If I have to, I will go on the damned bus by myself like I did the other time to convert the money. This is what he does: he does not save money, ever. He waits until he is in desperate need of money to pay sales tax and either takes it out of savings, or inventory money, which results in a subsequent raise on savings. Home insurance? Oh, no, we don't take it out every month like normal people, we wait until 1 week before it is due and take it out of inventory money, and hope Heather had enough inventory to coast until we get it back.
ADDITIONALLY frustrating. He is so irresponsible with money now. I am amazed we have any savings. He does not ever see the point in taking some out every time for savings, for bigger expenses like sales tax, etc. No, he spends it all, every time.
HOW DID WE GET A HOUSE? He didn't USED to do this!
Now he is trying to sweet talk Cleo after shouting and cursing nastily for a while. I venture she is smarter than that. He has this thing lately - he only keeps his alcohol in the kitchen because it was "too easy" in the back of the house, he was having blackouts and drinking more during the blackout because it was right at hand, etc... we both agree it needs to be far from his bed. So he sits in the kitchen right next to the bottle listening to TV on wireless headphones, or radio on headphone, drinking and sitting there and being in the way. I use the kitchen whenever I get a drink. I fix snacks, the kitchen is about 50 square feet. If he's in the kitchen no one else can access. And I really don't want him around loitering and drinking.
If he wants to get drunk fine, drink quickly and go back to bed. Don't make it "an experience" of sitting in the kitchen for hours with the bottle of vodka. If you're going to do that you might as well take the bottle to your bedroom. I don't want him around, drinking. Ever.
Maybe I should make him put the bottle in the garage. He won't linger out there.
I got him to bed. He almost fell. He said we are going to work tomorrow. I told him we don't need it. He said we can go to work tomorrow and go to the bank on Friday. I said tomorrow is Friday. He said we will go Monday, I said it is a holiday.
I asked him to make a ride to the bank and we have nothing. It is almost the end of the month, maybe he can redeem one of his 5 "favors" (a month) to do it. Or I will go on the bus.
He may be irresponsible but I don't have to be. You go to savings because it is an emergency, not because you are too lazy to go to the bank.
I drank some diet root beer last night. That has been implicated, in the past, with mild to moderate headaches. But I also have some hormonal issues going on this week (late again) and woke up with a blinding migraine. I had tears running down my face, it was so bad. Unlike some people I did not moan, scream, and cry out loudly, waking everyone up. I just curled up in a ball as small as I could get. Not a peep.
But I had Arturo coming at 10 to take me to the vet. The vet was expecting me. Cleo was expecting me. 4 AM. What am I going to do? I took some Excedrin and went back to bed, after putting a six pack of Diet Dew in the fridge. I have found it helpful, in the past to drink large amounts of very cold diet soda during a migraine. It gets me to functional.
I did throw a couple scoops of food at Biscuit's bowl, which was empty. Spotty has found the urinary formula to be delicious. I always keep that out for Biscuit because it is basically medicine, but, according to vet, OK for other cats.
I rested a little until my alarm went off again. Still pretty bad, took more Excedrin. Good luck sleeping ever, again, after all that caffeine.
I dragged myself out of bed. If I had not made a commitment to Cleo, the vet, and Arturo I would have stayed in bed. I took a hot shower, took a little edge off. Excedrin and multiple dews kicked in (drank the whole six pack in a couple hours), I was functional.
I decided to take the liver and chicken cat food as everyone hates it. Arturo came, we left and went to the vet. Nice thing, he knows all the places I go so no directions.
We got there, I handed over the carrier. I did not call first because I wanted to hand over the soft, padded carrier with a warm towel for Miss Cleo's ride home. I had ovarian surgery in 2001 and it was a pretty uncomfortable ride home. And I would ALWAYS rather be accused of spoiling.
They brought out the hard metal cage and put it in the trunk, then brought Cleo in the soft carrier. She looked adorable, eyes bright, looking around and a few soft meows when she saw me. We discussed her care - I will be bringing her back for stitch removal in September, along with her mother for vaccines. I like multiple trips - more than one cat at a time. It is easier and cheaper for me. The cab fare can be spent on pet food or litter instead. Then I have to bring her 2 weeks later for her vaccine booster.
I hope I can catch her. I asked about getting the leather gloves they use and they said they would look into it. They said she just hung out in the back of the cage, was a good eater when allowed, and a nice girl overall. They all remarked how pretty she is with the calico tabby markings and copper colored eyes.
I paid (not too bad) and took her out to the cab, we went home. Arturo left the cage on the porch while I took Cleo in the door. I set her down and then got the cage. I do not want the sickos in my neighborhood getting ahold of a cat cage. I put the cage away in the garage while Cleo hung out on the floor in her box. When I came back her brother was waiting for her to be released. I let her go and he immediately went over to her, sniffing. He followed her around everywhere, his body language very happy to be reunited with his buddy after 3 weeks. They used to play a lot outside before I caught Spot. Mama showed up too, looking at me as if to say "Another one?" That is it, Mama. No more babies.
Later on I caught Mama cat grooming Cleo's head.
Cleo went under the couch for a couple minutes and then smelled the cat food, came out and stood where I feed them. I opened up a can of mixed grill and made a couple of portions on various plates. I set one down for her and she went to work with a good appetite. Some of the other cats came over and ate, too. I even let Big Mouth (Biscuit) get a few bites as an introduction. I hope I don't regret that decision. He really only had 3 bites.
Cleo got enough to eat and went back under the couch. She makes periodic forays and heads back to base camp.
Ron got up, got in his wheelchair, got some treats, and sat by the couch talking to her, making it rain treats. She ate them. She loves treats (we were giving treats when she was still outside). And she felt safe enough to go just feet from Ron. I told him he has an advantage, since he will never make eye contact with her she will warm up to him quickly.
She is only 3 pounds, by the way. Ron went back to bed and I got on the computer.
She is a huge fan of mixed grill cat food. I went ahead and ordered a case of it from Chewy. I would hate to order some from Walmart and they're out, she doesn't have her favorite food. It may be better to get this on auto-ship if she likes it (it's another brand). All the cats like mixed grill. I don't know what animals are in it but if they're happy so am I.
I treated the yard, basically around the house and one large fire ant mound, yesterday. It promptly rained. Not sure if that is good for it or not, but it's raining again today. It will either wash it into the ecosystem or into the ground and kill all the ants.
I am finally feeling better. Not really hungry yet, though.
Ron is shouting at me. Why? Yesterday I asked him if he wanted to do a pull (take the money out of the machines). He said yes, and then he said no. So I left that bag (with the rubber bands in it), left the house without the bag. We get to work and he says "I want to do a pull".
I tell him that will be very difficult as we don't have the bag, with the supplies "Do it anyway". So I did. I only found two rubber bands. Normally I like to use one rubber band for each machine x 8 machines. But I only had two rubber bands (and not good ones) for them. I made it work.
Just now Ron said he wanted to start counting the money. Fine. I put the money in the proper bag with all the rubber bands, and gave it to him. He got started. He is shouting at me because I "messed it up and made it hard". I told him HE is the one... and then he started shouting me down and yelling bitch at me. I only stopped because I did not want to freak out Cleo. But it's his fault, I told him that. He is making asshole comments about what a bitch I am "Doing it her way" etc. No, HE is the one who said leave the bag at home! Next time he asks me to take the money out without a bag I will say NO you don't like it when I do. Even if he gets mad.
It's the whole distorted thinking of taking something he asked me to do and twisting it into me attacking him. It takes quite a feat to travel that road but he is firmly at the destination. He does this so often and it gets me so frustrated. Here is the man who used to play counselor with his parents, one would go to him and complain about the other, he would give advice, from the time he was a kid. So he decided he would be a counselor and went to college (paid for by the state) for psychology, read some of the top 70's self help books, fell in love with Transactional Analysis ("I'm OK and You're OK"), dropped out "I couldn't find readers to help me". Thinks he is The Great Psychologist. He used to run this scam on a talk line, "Dr Problem tell me all about your problems" and he would play counselor for hours every night, ignoring me.
At the time when I met him he was attentive and said all the right things, I was the victim, they were the bad guys, no one understood me like he did. At one point he said he liked me so much better than women his age because they were all cynical. Looking back I believe he meant they were onto his games and wouldn't play. He even told me I had to "believe in Transactional Analysis" because "A TA expert with a wife who doesn't use it is like a pastor whose wife is an atheist". How bloated!
I wish I could go back in time and scream some sense into younger me, SO MANY RED FLAGS but I had no one, really, to help. When I bounced some problem issues off my stepmother she blew them off. She was totally on board the Ron train from the SECOND she heard he was fixed and would not get me pregnant. She had been told they would have to care for me, I would never be able to live on my own. Ron was going to take me off her hands.
She used to leave written psych reports on me, out on the counter for everyone to read, but never did that with "her baby". And I know he had them, too. So I knew all this.
Of course Ron said the experts were wrong and "I could do whatever I wanted with him" something along those lines. "They didn't really know you, like I do" etc. I was manic. I was done with living there. So I went along.
Of course Ron was a little more interested in the manic sexual behaviors and thought he had met another sex addict. That was not the case - and good for him, now. I had a pretty good mania that summer and only crashed into depression after I had moved in with him. Then he would force me into sex by threatening to throw me out if I didn't. He didn't care that I didn't want it... he was just interested in getting off.
And when I got bladder infections he became very angry and accused me of being "sickly", never once looking at his own grooming habits and how that might affect me. The whole relationship was about Making Ron Happy.
Yes, I'm a little bitter that I wasted so much time on a NARCISSIST. He wants things his way, all the time, has a f*cking tantrum every time they don't, doesn't want to grow, improve, learn new ways to deal with anger and frustration. No, SCREAM REAL LOUD. CALL NAMES, GET REAL DRUNK are about the extent of his toolchest. I would like to think I have developed some better methods, this probably being method #1.
Years ago I was on a message board. One woman always used to post her bipolar husband was "mean" to her. Every time, I would tell her to find out if he stopped his medication. Every time, he had. I finally told her to take it for granted, he had stopped, every time he was "mean" to her.
Another woman related some disturbing behaviors from her husband. The most notable was with their 13 year old daughter, who had 'blossomed". He would wrestle with her on the floor, pin her down with her asking him to stop, and lick her face while she struggled. I said, if the authorities find out about that it is sex abuse and he could get in big trouble, you, too, for allowing it. She told me to go to hell, it was innocent.
He left her on their anniversary. And now she posts a bunch of memes about recovering from narcissist abuse. I tried to warn her, about 5 years ago.
I am just tired and frustrated. Ron does "dementia" [there I typed it out] type stuff on an ongoing basis, I tell him "You are scaring me". I am onboard for helping him through that but this whole tantrum, screaming thing just has to go. One thing about the accident he lost the more subtle manipulations and mind tricks, but how sad to know that he ABSOLUTELY would have "done" my mother and sister if he had gotten an opportunity. Birth mother, not step. He is ALWAYS trying to use my past against me and "You are just like your mother, so heartless and cold", knowing I am raw about the fact I had a mother who was so neglectful she would leave me starving in a filthy diaper.
He really think that world revolves around serving him, because basically every person he has ever met has asked "How can I make your life better?" and busted their ass to make it happen. Some of my favorite drivers are the ones who tell Ron "Don't talk about that" or "No". It is beautiful. It always takes him aback but he stops.
Ron can be that person, the immature, selfish, one who has tantrums, screams, curses out, and shuts down people trying to communicate (logically) with him. I can do little about that. When he is more rational I will remind him he asked me to leave the bag at home and told me to "go ahead" when I told him I didn't have rubber bands.
He is in for a hard road if he thinks acting like that will endear him to Cleo. It will take more than drunkenly shaking a few treats on the floor.
He just told me he doesn't have money to pay me. We only have enough money for inventory on Saturday. I told him I can wait until Monday, well, Tuesday. He does not want to go to the bank to turn the $1's in to $20's, he wants to "borrow from savings" (and never pay it back, as usual - then when the crisis hits we will have NOTHING because he PISSED IT ALL AWAY). Says *I* will be responsible for paying back savings, so likely looking at paying savings or MYSELF. NO THANKS.
If I have to, I will go on the damned bus by myself like I did the other time to convert the money. This is what he does: he does not save money, ever. He waits until he is in desperate need of money to pay sales tax and either takes it out of savings, or inventory money, which results in a subsequent raise on savings. Home insurance? Oh, no, we don't take it out every month like normal people, we wait until 1 week before it is due and take it out of inventory money, and hope Heather had enough inventory to coast until we get it back.
ADDITIONALLY frustrating. He is so irresponsible with money now. I am amazed we have any savings. He does not ever see the point in taking some out every time for savings, for bigger expenses like sales tax, etc. No, he spends it all, every time.
HOW DID WE GET A HOUSE? He didn't USED to do this!
Now he is trying to sweet talk Cleo after shouting and cursing nastily for a while. I venture she is smarter than that. He has this thing lately - he only keeps his alcohol in the kitchen because it was "too easy" in the back of the house, he was having blackouts and drinking more during the blackout because it was right at hand, etc... we both agree it needs to be far from his bed. So he sits in the kitchen right next to the bottle listening to TV on wireless headphones, or radio on headphone, drinking and sitting there and being in the way. I use the kitchen whenever I get a drink. I fix snacks, the kitchen is about 50 square feet. If he's in the kitchen no one else can access. And I really don't want him around loitering and drinking.
If he wants to get drunk fine, drink quickly and go back to bed. Don't make it "an experience" of sitting in the kitchen for hours with the bottle of vodka. If you're going to do that you might as well take the bottle to your bedroom. I don't want him around, drinking. Ever.
Maybe I should make him put the bottle in the garage. He won't linger out there.
I got him to bed. He almost fell. He said we are going to work tomorrow. I told him we don't need it. He said we can go to work tomorrow and go to the bank on Friday. I said tomorrow is Friday. He said we will go Monday, I said it is a holiday.
I asked him to make a ride to the bank and we have nothing. It is almost the end of the month, maybe he can redeem one of his 5 "favors" (a month) to do it. Or I will go on the bus.
He may be irresponsible but I don't have to be. You go to savings because it is an emergency, not because you are too lazy to go to the bank.
OK, survey time
Migraine this morning so I will keep it short.
Please answer in comments, I will post all comments unless hateful.
Would you rather have cat pictures with messy house, or only a cat picture if I have just cleaned/no cat picture?
I am getting a lot of blowback on some of my pictures.
Please answer in comments, I will post all comments unless hateful.
Would you rather have cat pictures with messy house, or only a cat picture if I have just cleaned/no cat picture?
I am getting a lot of blowback on some of my pictures.
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Dinner
It took me a while to figure out dinner. I went to one of those websites that will deliver restaurant food.
They had a lot more choices than they used to, I found something I haven't had in years, but the last time I ate their food it was really good.
Ron said he didn't want anything but I did get him a red beans and rice. He generally likes that, but has been consistently disappointed with various interpretations of "dirty rice". Most places use hamburger instead of chicken innards.
It's been a long day, I wanted to celebrate Cleo getting fixed. I have about 45 minutes on the food. I won't post until I get it and eat it.
Ron liked the beans, it had big chunks of sausage. I had never tried cheese grits before, they were pretty good. Fish. Doesn't always agree with my medication but not bad. Ron said he would pay me back for dinner.
Now who wants some pictures?
I haven't swept the floor yet but I do every night. But Mama and Spotty were so cute I took the picture anyway. I am glad to see Mama is using her house. Unfortunately with the low edges on the litter box everyone likes to kick it all over the floor.
Yesterday, Spotty sitting on top of Cleo, in the trap.
Not a new photo of Biscuit but what a delicious fat white tummy, and he loves to have it petted. This must have been after his stone because I can see his belly was shaved.
They had a lot more choices than they used to, I found something I haven't had in years, but the last time I ate their food it was really good.
Ron said he didn't want anything but I did get him a red beans and rice. He generally likes that, but has been consistently disappointed with various interpretations of "dirty rice". Most places use hamburger instead of chicken innards.
It's been a long day, I wanted to celebrate Cleo getting fixed. I have about 45 minutes on the food. I won't post until I get it and eat it.
Ron liked the beans, it had big chunks of sausage. I had never tried cheese grits before, they were pretty good. Fish. Doesn't always agree with my medication but not bad. Ron said he would pay me back for dinner.
Now who wants some pictures?
Vet called
"Cleo is fine" BUT they want to keep her overnight. Anesthesia. Vet is worried she will freak out and hurt herself.
I was fine with that, why wouldn't I? I have paid the vet a good amount of money because I trust her judgement. If she says keep her, that's what I'll do.
After I OK'd that I went out to put up the trash can. I found my ant bait delivered on the porch. I went ahead and did the treatment, then put up the trash can. I would never apply pesticide if I had an outside cat but she is coming inside tomorrow, when I get her.
Poor little nut, she has been through a lot, but I want to do the best thing for her. That said, I did ask the vet about their ages.
Six months. I think they are pretty small for that but socially I believe it. That means that Cleo will be a little more challenging but we will see. I think once we get her into the house and are mellow she will come along.
I was fine with that, why wouldn't I? I have paid the vet a good amount of money because I trust her judgement. If she says keep her, that's what I'll do.
After I OK'd that I went out to put up the trash can. I found my ant bait delivered on the porch. I went ahead and did the treatment, then put up the trash can. I would never apply pesticide if I had an outside cat but she is coming inside tomorrow, when I get her.
Poor little nut, she has been through a lot, but I want to do the best thing for her. That said, I did ask the vet about their ages.
Six months. I think they are pretty small for that but socially I believe it. That means that Cleo will be a little more challenging but we will see. I think once we get her into the house and are mellow she will come along.
Not naming names.
I spoke to one cab driver yesterday who is cat friendly, talked to him about helping me get Cleo today. He said he could, to call. But he tends to run late, and the vet wants me to come right before closing. I don't want poor Cleo stuck in a kennel tonight. Or worse, the staff waiting on me.
So I called Arturo (I will name him) instead. We made an appointment, he will be here. I will go liberate Cleo.
I think that is a good solution. When I called the first guy to say this I went to voicemail so that really confirmed it.
About my day: got up at 2, shower, got Ron ready, went to work. Helped him stock, did my stocking, got the delivery, called Arturo, went home.
Ron and I had talked about going to get some breakfast tacos but decided we were too tired. The vet called, had some questions.
Did I want to ear-tip?
I just hate the idea. I asked Ron, he said no. We plan to keep Cleo indoors. So we said no.
Vet did the procedure, called us back, it went great but she is out pretty hard so pick her up at 5. We can do that.
Ron drank some, listened to his radio, and went to bed. Like his Dad, Ron loves to have background noise of a TV or radio when he sleeps. Happily, unlike his Dad, he uses headphones. Does anyone you know do this or is he a freak? I am so glad he has his own bedroom.
I laid down for a nap but didn't sleep well. I got up about an hour ago. I still have a couple of hours before my ride.
I did decide that a steel mesh cage would not be cozy for Cleo after her spay, so I am bringing a soft carrier. They can put her in the soft carrier and then I can carry the trap separate.
The staff did mention they are "using the gloves" to handle her. I will have to ask where to get the gloves even though I believe Cleo can become a typical housecat. Sleek and plump, demanding a second can of food because she ate all the gravy off the first one. :) I look forward to it.
I just hope they glued her rather than stitches, but the vet did not say anything about pregnancy so I got her in time. Yay, Heather! I will also have to ask her age. I am guessing around 4 months but I could be wrong.
I am not a kitten expert.
Mama cat is stretched out by my feet, purring, after a late lunch of dry food and some petting. She looks very happy.
I am glad I got the little family off the street, safe and protected. Loved. Ron is such a softheart, he said he can't wait to sit in his wheelchair in the kitchen, giving Cleo treats. Wary cats like Ron because he is blind and they can approach him on their own terms. If they don't touch him he doesn't know they're there. And they love that.
Spot had been pretty skittish about a month ago, before I brought him in. It took him about 2 days before he was rubbing against Ron, purring, showing his belly, and eating endless treats. Ron adores Spot, Mama, and says he already loves Cleo. She is pretty cute, so timid but wanting to believe in us, that we really are safe and will take care of her.
She probably isn't feeling THAT right now after her surgery but I will give her Mama back and her brother. That seems a pretty good tradeoff for a uterus.
I got some pictures of Cleo in her trap yesterday, but they are very blurry. My family is a paradox, very artistic, tons of professional grade photographers, and very analytical (attorneys, a judge, engineers, etc.) I didn't get either. I have some word talent, enjoyed some crafts. I will try to get some more shots today.
OMG can you imagine knitting with SIX CATS and two kittens in the house? That is never going to happen now. Medication has taken a lot from me, including my hobbies. I have a hard time even reading now.
But I do a decent job rescuing cats.
So I called Arturo (I will name him) instead. We made an appointment, he will be here. I will go liberate Cleo.
I think that is a good solution. When I called the first guy to say this I went to voicemail so that really confirmed it.
About my day: got up at 2, shower, got Ron ready, went to work. Helped him stock, did my stocking, got the delivery, called Arturo, went home.
Ron and I had talked about going to get some breakfast tacos but decided we were too tired. The vet called, had some questions.
Did I want to ear-tip?
I just hate the idea. I asked Ron, he said no. We plan to keep Cleo indoors. So we said no.
Vet did the procedure, called us back, it went great but she is out pretty hard so pick her up at 5. We can do that.
Ron drank some, listened to his radio, and went to bed. Like his Dad, Ron loves to have background noise of a TV or radio when he sleeps. Happily, unlike his Dad, he uses headphones. Does anyone you know do this or is he a freak? I am so glad he has his own bedroom.
I laid down for a nap but didn't sleep well. I got up about an hour ago. I still have a couple of hours before my ride.
I did decide that a steel mesh cage would not be cozy for Cleo after her spay, so I am bringing a soft carrier. They can put her in the soft carrier and then I can carry the trap separate.
The staff did mention they are "using the gloves" to handle her. I will have to ask where to get the gloves even though I believe Cleo can become a typical housecat. Sleek and plump, demanding a second can of food because she ate all the gravy off the first one. :) I look forward to it.
I just hope they glued her rather than stitches, but the vet did not say anything about pregnancy so I got her in time. Yay, Heather! I will also have to ask her age. I am guessing around 4 months but I could be wrong.
I am not a kitten expert.
Mama cat is stretched out by my feet, purring, after a late lunch of dry food and some petting. She looks very happy.
I am glad I got the little family off the street, safe and protected. Loved. Ron is such a softheart, he said he can't wait to sit in his wheelchair in the kitchen, giving Cleo treats. Wary cats like Ron because he is blind and they can approach him on their own terms. If they don't touch him he doesn't know they're there. And they love that.
Spot had been pretty skittish about a month ago, before I brought him in. It took him about 2 days before he was rubbing against Ron, purring, showing his belly, and eating endless treats. Ron adores Spot, Mama, and says he already loves Cleo. She is pretty cute, so timid but wanting to believe in us, that we really are safe and will take care of her.
She probably isn't feeling THAT right now after her surgery but I will give her Mama back and her brother. That seems a pretty good tradeoff for a uterus.
I got some pictures of Cleo in her trap yesterday, but they are very blurry. My family is a paradox, very artistic, tons of professional grade photographers, and very analytical (attorneys, a judge, engineers, etc.) I didn't get either. I have some word talent, enjoyed some crafts. I will try to get some more shots today.
OMG can you imagine knitting with SIX CATS and two kittens in the house? That is never going to happen now. Medication has taken a lot from me, including my hobbies. I have a hard time even reading now.
But I do a decent job rescuing cats.
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
No, not another cat.
This is ongoing. Ron has asked me not to speak to him. Since he is Victim #1 in this I respect that.
But I have to figure he is either a sadist revisiting his crimes or just criminally stupid. Either way, he shouldn't be driving.
Copied from my Facebook:
No, not another cat.
This is ongoing. Ron has asked me not to speak to him. Since he is Victim #1 in this I respect that.
But I have to figure he is either a sadist revisiting his crimes or just criminally stupid. Either way, he shouldn't be driving.
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Ron got scrambled in the accident. Bad back, half paralyzed, head injury, only one arm works, can't walk, severe chronic pain, etc.
So you can imagine how I felt when I saw the man who ran over him coming into work, walking strongly and swinging both working arms. Stops in front of us (I would have kept going) and yells "Hey Ron! How you doing? GOOD, HUH?"
First response to that (internal) was quite profane. But the fruit of the Spirit is self control so all I did was grunt and push Ron around the guy.
THE MAN WILL NOT LEAVE US ALONE! And yes, I HOPE he "feels bad"! He SHOULD!
So many people, especially at work (this is not from FB) get all warm and huggy over the guy, "He didn't MEAN to do it!" That does not get Ron out of the wheelchair. That does not alleviate my caregiver burden.
He doesn't clean up the messes. I do. He doesn't give the injections, the kratom, any of that. No, he is perfectly healthy and walking around like he's 20. He doesn't deal with the blackouts or worry about Ron falling again.
Nope, he's walking around convinced the man he put in the wheelchair is "Doing GOOD".
[rolleyes] It is a good thing I take my medication.
Edit: I have decided to talk to the union. I will lay out my case and politely request someone tell him to leave us alone. It is a very reasonable request. I am very friendly with one lady in the union and I will wait to talk to her. She will be very sympathetic and understanding.
Edit: I have decided to talk to the union. I will lay out my case and politely request someone tell him to leave us alone. It is a very reasonable request. I am very friendly with one lady in the union and I will wait to talk to her. She will be very sympathetic and understanding.
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Surrounded
Ron woke up, reasonably sober. I asked him to see what was going on with the credit card. He checked, it is OK.
But the bank sent me an email that they will be deleting the paper statements and it will all be electronic now... so I will have to sign up for online banking for him. NOT happy about that but they are trying to save $$ and getting everyone to do e-banking is easier. UGH.
Maybe it will not be as bad as I dread.
Anyway, I got my delivery. I had the stuff in the garage, in the process of taking out the trash without getting bit by the fire ants. I can see why some people literally drench their yard in toxins. A boy comes by walking his dog. The dog is about 30 pounds.
He stops and the dog is straining at the leash to get in my yard, but this boy knows he's not supposed to let the dog loose in my yard. We exchanged greetings. He asked me if I had kids, I said no. That took him aback. He thought for about a minute, dog still pulling on the leash, and asked me if I had cats.
By this point I am 90% sure he is the boy who let the dog off leash to chase Cleo. I said yes, he asked where. I said they were inside. "All of them?"
"Yes," I replied, "It's not safe out here".
"Yeah," he replies "My dog loves to attack cats. He likes their blood!"
He is an older boy.
And I can't help but think: I am surrounded by psychopathic children.
But the bank sent me an email that they will be deleting the paper statements and it will all be electronic now... so I will have to sign up for online banking for him. NOT happy about that but they are trying to save $$ and getting everyone to do e-banking is easier. UGH.
Maybe it will not be as bad as I dread.
Anyway, I got my delivery. I had the stuff in the garage, in the process of taking out the trash without getting bit by the fire ants. I can see why some people literally drench their yard in toxins. A boy comes by walking his dog. The dog is about 30 pounds.
He stops and the dog is straining at the leash to get in my yard, but this boy knows he's not supposed to let the dog loose in my yard. We exchanged greetings. He asked me if I had kids, I said no. That took him aback. He thought for about a minute, dog still pulling on the leash, and asked me if I had cats.
By this point I am 90% sure he is the boy who let the dog off leash to chase Cleo. I said yes, he asked where. I said they were inside. "All of them?"
"Yes," I replied, "It's not safe out here".
"Yeah," he replies "My dog loves to attack cats. He likes their blood!"
He is an older boy.
And I can't help but think: I am surrounded by psychopathic children.
It's here
I laid down for a little bit with Biscuit, rested about an hour, got up. Ron was still drunk in the kitchen, trying to heat up a TV dinner. I helped him with that. I went to do up my pills for the next 2 weeks.
I find it simpler to use a pill organizer rather than a bunch of bottles "Did I take that?" The few times I have needed an antibiotic I have found it helpful to just put them in the organizer. So I do it up every 2 weeks.
I have a box of pills, I take it out, set it next to my chair, I have the organizers open. I fill each compartment and put the prescription bottle on the floor. When I am done I gather all the bottles on the floor and put them back in the box.
I had pretty much just started when I realized I was out of Risperdone. That is a problem, it is an antipsychotic and keeps bad symptoms at bay. I had enough for 3 days.
Well, crap!
I called the pharmacy because my doctor has made the "request a refill" process pretty painful, and the pharmacy never called Ron so clearly it didn't work. I called the pharmacy to request they ask for a refill. And, what I take, they're going to give it. No one wants me running around delusional and hallucinating. That's just a bad day for everyone.
And the pharmacy said "It's already here". Well. I asked if they could hold it 'till Thursday, because tomorrow I have work and cat - that's not happening. They said sure.
I hung up and thought about it. Why couldn't I get it today? I called Arturo and he started over. Ron said he wanted some more TV dinners. He likes the chicken fried steak bowl and the backyard bbq. I told him I would get that.
Arturo pulled up and we headed off. There was a lot of traffic for 2 PM. He dropped me and I said I would give him "first crack" at my ride home, he said OK. He is very easy going.
I headed to the pharmacy. I was expecting trouble but met none, they had it, I checked it, 2 mg, 90 pills, $10. Alright. I put it in my tote bag. I got some protein bites, they are really good and a lot better than junk food, plenty of protein.
I also set up text alerts for my medication, at the pharmacy. When it comes in I get a text. Great. For some reason they had been calling Ron.
While I was there I looked, and found a case of Diet Mountain Dew bottles (four six packs). I quickly snatched those up, the one thing I can't get delivered.
I did not look in the cat section. I guess that makes me a deficient cat lover.
I went over to the freezer section and got Ron a couple each on the dinners. They have a good amount of protein so I am happy to feed those. Kind of like those kale + fruit squeezie things they have for babies. Don't tell Ron!
I also got myself a pint of ice cream, risky if Arturo couldn't pick me up but I figured I would try. Worst case I would be out a pint of ice cream and a few dollars. They had one I can eat, Krazy Kookie Dough. It is sugar cookie batter in ice cream. It's very good and not a migraine trigger.
I didn't have much cash so I checked out. I literally had $2 besides what I was going to pay for my ride home, after paying my total. Good thing I didn't go wandering. That is fine, Ron gave me a lot of money for Cleo (over $300) so I am not going to put my hand out.
I called Arturo thinking PLEASE PLEASE and he said yes, he could get me. I waited inside the lobby, where it was cooler, until a few minutes before his estimated arrival time. The timing worked out really well. I really only had the one tote bag plus the ice cream and TV dinners in another small tote. I went in the front door, no problem.
The cats are pretty smart; they know they will never have it as easy as they do in our home. I found Ron in bed, his cell phone in 3 pieces on the kitchen floor (cover, battery, phone). I will give it to him when he sobers up and asks for it.
I just hope he didn't cancel the credit card today, I couldn't understand him on the phone. We will see tomorrow. The bank sent me a security code?! Ron used to say "Ay yi yi" a lot after his accident and the phrase comes to mind now.
But he got to bed safely so there's that. Torbie is laying on my foot. Cleo is doing well at the vet (I called to check on her).
I will be glad when tomorrow is over (big delivery at work, then Cleo). I am still waiting on my grocery delivery.
I find it simpler to use a pill organizer rather than a bunch of bottles "Did I take that?" The few times I have needed an antibiotic I have found it helpful to just put them in the organizer. So I do it up every 2 weeks.
I have a box of pills, I take it out, set it next to my chair, I have the organizers open. I fill each compartment and put the prescription bottle on the floor. When I am done I gather all the bottles on the floor and put them back in the box.
I had pretty much just started when I realized I was out of Risperdone. That is a problem, it is an antipsychotic and keeps bad symptoms at bay. I had enough for 3 days.
Well, crap!
I called the pharmacy because my doctor has made the "request a refill" process pretty painful, and the pharmacy never called Ron so clearly it didn't work. I called the pharmacy to request they ask for a refill. And, what I take, they're going to give it. No one wants me running around delusional and hallucinating. That's just a bad day for everyone.
And the pharmacy said "It's already here". Well. I asked if they could hold it 'till Thursday, because tomorrow I have work and cat - that's not happening. They said sure.
I hung up and thought about it. Why couldn't I get it today? I called Arturo and he started over. Ron said he wanted some more TV dinners. He likes the chicken fried steak bowl and the backyard bbq. I told him I would get that.
Arturo pulled up and we headed off. There was a lot of traffic for 2 PM. He dropped me and I said I would give him "first crack" at my ride home, he said OK. He is very easy going.
I headed to the pharmacy. I was expecting trouble but met none, they had it, I checked it, 2 mg, 90 pills, $10. Alright. I put it in my tote bag. I got some protein bites, they are really good and a lot better than junk food, plenty of protein.
I also set up text alerts for my medication, at the pharmacy. When it comes in I get a text. Great. For some reason they had been calling Ron.
While I was there I looked, and found a case of Diet Mountain Dew bottles (four six packs). I quickly snatched those up, the one thing I can't get delivered.
I did not look in the cat section. I guess that makes me a deficient cat lover.
I went over to the freezer section and got Ron a couple each on the dinners. They have a good amount of protein so I am happy to feed those. Kind of like those kale + fruit squeezie things they have for babies. Don't tell Ron!
I also got myself a pint of ice cream, risky if Arturo couldn't pick me up but I figured I would try. Worst case I would be out a pint of ice cream and a few dollars. They had one I can eat, Krazy Kookie Dough. It is sugar cookie batter in ice cream. It's very good and not a migraine trigger.
I didn't have much cash so I checked out. I literally had $2 besides what I was going to pay for my ride home, after paying my total. Good thing I didn't go wandering. That is fine, Ron gave me a lot of money for Cleo (over $300) so I am not going to put my hand out.
I called Arturo thinking PLEASE PLEASE and he said yes, he could get me. I waited inside the lobby, where it was cooler, until a few minutes before his estimated arrival time. The timing worked out really well. I really only had the one tote bag plus the ice cream and TV dinners in another small tote. I went in the front door, no problem.
The cats are pretty smart; they know they will never have it as easy as they do in our home. I found Ron in bed, his cell phone in 3 pieces on the kitchen floor (cover, battery, phone). I will give it to him when he sobers up and asks for it.
I just hope he didn't cancel the credit card today, I couldn't understand him on the phone. We will see tomorrow. The bank sent me a security code?! Ron used to say "Ay yi yi" a lot after his accident and the phrase comes to mind now.
But he got to bed safely so there's that. Torbie is laying on my foot. Cleo is doing well at the vet (I called to check on her).
I will be glad when tomorrow is over (big delivery at work, then Cleo). I am still waiting on my grocery delivery.
Tuesday morning
Unfortunately I trapped Cleo right at rush hour. And there was a wreck on the freeway, Alex was over an hour getting to me. That was interesting, Mama cat came over and said hello, did that "Mommy Meow" at her, Cleo calmed down (so glad I am keeping the whole family), Spot went right over, played with her through the cage, sat on top of the cage. I rained a few treats down and Cleo ate them (she was not having her procedure today), Biscuit came by and sniffed, so did Torbie.
A lot of yelling at first but she settled down and sat in a corner with her paws tucked underneath. Cleo looked very cute. She had a lot of vocalizations but not a lot of hissing.
And we waited, and waited. Ron got in his wheelchair and came up to say hello. He stuck his finger in the cage. About that time Alex showed up.
We went to the vet. Boy, she was yelling. I am amazed the receptionist was able to carry on with her phone call. She calmed down pretty quick, and the office cat (a tortie) came to say hello. The tech set up a cage and the receptionist checked me in. They had started a profile for Cleo so it wasn't hard to finish. They thought she was gorgeous and adorable. I was just so happy I had her in the office.
Once I signed the consent I went back out to Alex. They have a gas station next door so we went over there and I got a snack, then we went home. I came in and told Ron.
He said he had gotten his pain pills mixed up with his cat treats but had sorted them out now. He must have taken one as he seemed dull and is drooling a lot. Now he is on the phone with the bank, very angry I cannot put his number out on the internet and find out if he has a balance.
I told him that is a banking app, and I won't use those because I do not feel my computer is 100% secure. The wrong person gets that information no mortgage payment or autopays. That is BIG TROUBLE. So, no, I won't use banking apps. Not on my desktop, not on my cell phone. I don't even have email on my cell phone. Because people can get it. If you lose your phone, if your phone is stolen, if you pick up a friendly little virus... all your money gone. No thanks.
He was too altered to use the over the phone feature but he was talking to someone a while back. He said he wanted to know if he "owed anything on the business credit card". We do not have a business credit card. We have a personal credit card and we just paid that off.
Disturbing. He continues to drink. I told him it might be a good idea to wait on the banking until tomorrow.... sigh. Now he is making noise in the kitchen and I just want to hide in a ball somewhere. There go the pain pills on the floor. I hope he had the cap on.
The pain doctor made it really clear in the contract he will not replace pills that are "lost or stolen". It is exhausting living with him.
At least Cleo is getting fixed, and will be safe. I am very happy for that.
A lot of yelling at first but she settled down and sat in a corner with her paws tucked underneath. Cleo looked very cute. She had a lot of vocalizations but not a lot of hissing.
And we waited, and waited. Ron got in his wheelchair and came up to say hello. He stuck his finger in the cage. About that time Alex showed up.
We went to the vet. Boy, she was yelling. I am amazed the receptionist was able to carry on with her phone call. She calmed down pretty quick, and the office cat (a tortie) came to say hello. The tech set up a cage and the receptionist checked me in. They had started a profile for Cleo so it wasn't hard to finish. They thought she was gorgeous and adorable. I was just so happy I had her in the office.
Once I signed the consent I went back out to Alex. They have a gas station next door so we went over there and I got a snack, then we went home. I came in and told Ron.
He said he had gotten his pain pills mixed up with his cat treats but had sorted them out now. He must have taken one as he seemed dull and is drooling a lot. Now he is on the phone with the bank, very angry I cannot put his number out on the internet and find out if he has a balance.
I told him that is a banking app, and I won't use those because I do not feel my computer is 100% secure. The wrong person gets that information no mortgage payment or autopays. That is BIG TROUBLE. So, no, I won't use banking apps. Not on my desktop, not on my cell phone. I don't even have email on my cell phone. Because people can get it. If you lose your phone, if your phone is stolen, if you pick up a friendly little virus... all your money gone. No thanks.
He was too altered to use the over the phone feature but he was talking to someone a while back. He said he wanted to know if he "owed anything on the business credit card". We do not have a business credit card. We have a personal credit card and we just paid that off.
Disturbing. He continues to drink. I told him it might be a good idea to wait on the banking until tomorrow.... sigh. Now he is making noise in the kitchen and I just want to hide in a ball somewhere. There go the pain pills on the floor. I hope he had the cap on.
The pain doctor made it really clear in the contract he will not replace pills that are "lost or stolen". It is exhausting living with him.
At least Cleo is getting fixed, and will be safe. I am very happy for that.
Trapped!
Pretty painless overall, Cleo was resting in the porch chair, got down, squeaking at me when she saw me. I brought out the trap and set it down.
Then I went back in the house. I had served Mixed Grill for breakfast, everyone loves that. Including Cleo. I put a couple tablespoons on a plate. Disposable plate.
Ron said do treats, so I put some of them too.
I went out. COULD NOT figure out how to open the trap, finally resorted to holding up the trap door with my hand for a while. Put most of the "good stuff" in the back, past the trip plate. Put some at the front as I have heard it works. Treats scattered around.
Cleo took a couple of minutes to figure out only one entrance. Walked in very slow (by now I had figured out the trigger and my hand was away from the trap). Sure enough, went straight for the back and BAM.
Now to take her to the vet. They will board her tonight and spay her tomorrow.
Then I went back in the house. I had served Mixed Grill for breakfast, everyone loves that. Including Cleo. I put a couple tablespoons on a plate. Disposable plate.
Ron said do treats, so I put some of them too.
I went out. COULD NOT figure out how to open the trap, finally resorted to holding up the trap door with my hand for a while. Put most of the "good stuff" in the back, past the trip plate. Put some at the front as I have heard it works. Treats scattered around.
Cleo took a couple of minutes to figure out only one entrance. Walked in very slow (by now I had figured out the trigger and my hand was away from the trap). Sure enough, went straight for the back and BAM.
Now to take her to the vet. They will board her tonight and spay her tomorrow.
Monday, August 26, 2019
She hates sardines
Good thing I did a test run, she detested the sardines, very hungry but wouldn't even lick them. She is a poultry girl and ate half a can of wet food Mama had not finished.
I found that one interesting.
I found that one interesting.
I have a place to take her
Woke up with a MIGRAINE. That sucked pretty bad.
I took some Excedrin, drank a Mountain Dew, and went back to bed. I was doing better by the time my alarm went off.
We went to work, I brought my bucket because the migraine was better but not gone. I have had them return with a vengeance and cause vomiting. I have probably not mentioned the fact that our work area is some distance from the bathrooms.
We stocked what we could, made our Dr Pepper order (that's an early pickup Wednesday) and came home. I went to bed for a while with Biscuit.
I woke up around 2. I had called our local vet and asked if I could just bring Cleo, in the trap, to the office and they spay her. That seemed to be the best option to me and the easiest on Cleo. But she is fearful. They might not want to bother. "We will have to talk to the Doc".
But, wouldn't that be great? Get her trapped, call the vet, a quick cab ride (remember I can likely get a short ride but not a long one), drop her off, spay, pick her up and bring her home?
They called about an hour after I got up - yes, they would be happy to do it. I verified it would be OK to just bring a cat in the trap and she said absolutely. Excellent.
Here are a couple of Houston TNR resources I was figuring out before the phone call:
https://www.texaslittercontrol.org/tnr-for-community-feral-cats-pricing.html
https://bestfriends.org/our-work/best-friends-advocacy/protecting-community-cats
County program is "closed until further notice". That is awful as Houston really needs all the neuters it can get.
All of these guys would do good work, and be cheaper, but FAR in the cab. I am always looking for rides, and my vet gets that.
Ron was so happy he gave me $300 to pay for the surgery and cab fare. Mama cat was a little more than that (you get what you pay for) but she was pregnant and hopefully Cleo is not. They will like her, she is very sweet but extremely shy. Not to mention absolutely glorious looking with the tabby calico markings on crisp white fur and copper colored eyes. Mama cat is more subdued in her coloring, and has green eyes.
Ron spent hours in the kitchen drinking vodka and listening to talk radio, but was able to get himself back to bed OK. I will ask if he wants to eat in a little bit.
I have had pretty much zero appetite with this headache, so I am not eating. They have workers next door; they always scare Cleo. My plan is to go out after 6, when they're gone and the kids are in the house, give her a little taste of sardine, and then bait the trap with them tomorrow "Oh, I know those, that's delicious!" I have watched a few videos about trapping, but, to be honest, I had no trouble trapping cats in the house last year when I was trying to get the possum. Just setting up the trap did it. Peanut butter? Oh, boy, I want me some, and WHAP the door would come down and I would find a very embarrassed Biscuit in the morning. The possum must have laughed her butt off.
I have to think I will do OK trying to catch her on purpose, and if I do it after 7 when the kids go to school it will be calm, quiet, nonthreatening. Good odds to catch her then and then only a short wait for the vet to open. She is always on the porch in the morning.
We will see how it goes, tomorrow. Cleo deserves the inside life, and I think she will make a lot of progress once she is away from those kids and all the uproar of the outdoors. Spot could use his playmate again, he bothers his mother a lot if I don't play with him (I do).
Tonight we do a taste of sardines but just a taste. Then a nice portion in the trap. I got some cardboard to put in the bottom of the trap, and I have a tarp. That should cover it all. Now God just needs to give her the will to go in the trap.
I will be glad when I feel better; but glad I have a plan for tomorrow. If this works out I will have pictures.
I took some Excedrin, drank a Mountain Dew, and went back to bed. I was doing better by the time my alarm went off.
We went to work, I brought my bucket because the migraine was better but not gone. I have had them return with a vengeance and cause vomiting. I have probably not mentioned the fact that our work area is some distance from the bathrooms.
We stocked what we could, made our Dr Pepper order (that's an early pickup Wednesday) and came home. I went to bed for a while with Biscuit.
I woke up around 2. I had called our local vet and asked if I could just bring Cleo, in the trap, to the office and they spay her. That seemed to be the best option to me and the easiest on Cleo. But she is fearful. They might not want to bother. "We will have to talk to the Doc".
But, wouldn't that be great? Get her trapped, call the vet, a quick cab ride (remember I can likely get a short ride but not a long one), drop her off, spay, pick her up and bring her home?
They called about an hour after I got up - yes, they would be happy to do it. I verified it would be OK to just bring a cat in the trap and she said absolutely. Excellent.
Here are a couple of Houston TNR resources I was figuring out before the phone call:
https://www.texaslittercontrol.org/tnr-for-community-feral-cats-pricing.html
https://bestfriends.org/our-work/best-friends-advocacy/protecting-community-cats
County program is "closed until further notice". That is awful as Houston really needs all the neuters it can get.
All of these guys would do good work, and be cheaper, but FAR in the cab. I am always looking for rides, and my vet gets that.
Ron was so happy he gave me $300 to pay for the surgery and cab fare. Mama cat was a little more than that (you get what you pay for) but she was pregnant and hopefully Cleo is not. They will like her, she is very sweet but extremely shy. Not to mention absolutely glorious looking with the tabby calico markings on crisp white fur and copper colored eyes. Mama cat is more subdued in her coloring, and has green eyes.
Ron spent hours in the kitchen drinking vodka and listening to talk radio, but was able to get himself back to bed OK. I will ask if he wants to eat in a little bit.
I have had pretty much zero appetite with this headache, so I am not eating. They have workers next door; they always scare Cleo. My plan is to go out after 6, when they're gone and the kids are in the house, give her a little taste of sardine, and then bait the trap with them tomorrow "Oh, I know those, that's delicious!" I have watched a few videos about trapping, but, to be honest, I had no trouble trapping cats in the house last year when I was trying to get the possum. Just setting up the trap did it. Peanut butter? Oh, boy, I want me some, and WHAP the door would come down and I would find a very embarrassed Biscuit in the morning. The possum must have laughed her butt off.
I have to think I will do OK trying to catch her on purpose, and if I do it after 7 when the kids go to school it will be calm, quiet, nonthreatening. Good odds to catch her then and then only a short wait for the vet to open. She is always on the porch in the morning.
We will see how it goes, tomorrow. Cleo deserves the inside life, and I think she will make a lot of progress once she is away from those kids and all the uproar of the outdoors. Spot could use his playmate again, he bothers his mother a lot if I don't play with him (I do).
Tonight we do a taste of sardines but just a taste. Then a nice portion in the trap. I got some cardboard to put in the bottom of the trap, and I have a tarp. That should cover it all. Now God just needs to give her the will to go in the trap.
I will be glad when I feel better; but glad I have a plan for tomorrow. If this works out I will have pictures.
Sunday, August 25, 2019
Sunday afternoon
You may know my house is painted a lurid orange. For whatever reason, the HOA has been fine with this for over 15 years. I suppose it does count as an 'earth tone". Years ago, when we had the money to paint, we sent a sky-blue paint chip and a request to paint. They refused, it had to be an earth tone.
Our friend Pete has been wanting to paint, and has made some noises lately about coming to do it. That would be great. He asked what color and I said gray. That was specifically mentioned in the letter I got, gray, so I know they will not ding us for it. It is OK to look at and the neighbors will be praising God.
Today Pete called and asked if I had any paint supplies. I told him I have a bucket and a handheld roller with no rolls. That's it. Then, as a precaution, I went ahead and put all my giveaway powerades in the fridge in case he shows up. I would like to offer a nice cold drink, not just water.
I decided to take a nap. I didn't really sleep but I enjoyed resting with Biscuit. He will generally lie down with me. He has become an excellent, placid, mellow cat. He loves Spotty and is nice to Mama. I really have some great cats.
I did wake up with a headache that never really went away. I did manage to down some cereal and a protein shake with my medication so everything is on board.
Torbie is on and off the new cat tree. Biscuit went in the bottom apartment, got comfortable "Look, even I fit" and got some positive attention from me. Then he left. So they are getting more used to it. I would rather see Mama and Spotty in there vs under my chair but cats do what they want. I wedged the rockers on the chair so I won't rock on Spotty :( anymore. I did that twice and felt horrible, he was so far under the chair I didn't see him. He was fine, just offended.
I am waiting on my book, hoping it arrives early enough for me to get some reading done. But it is still "out for delivery". I will go check again. Nope, no Cleo either.
Ron already made the rides for tomorrow before he got very drunk and went to bed. I was in bed with a headache and I don't know how he got into bed safely. I guess it is true God looks out for drunks. We are just going to work and home, then out to dinner much later than normal. I told him the rides seem to be good after 6. We will see. If nothing else it gives me time to call the community cat project about a ride for Cleo, get some advice.
Everyone is fine. I cleaned the litter boxes and everyone is moving their bowels normally save Spot. But he is so lively I am not worried about him. The times I've had to put a cat down they were very lethargic and uninterested in treats. Spotty ate quite a few treats earlier, yelled for an early dinner, ate most of a can of food with Mama earlier, etc.
I do need to take care of my filling, I have been putting it off for a while now. Happily, Biscuit has been good about only eating his food lately. I had a talk with him and explained I do not want him with a catheter if we can avoid it, that eating the wrong foods will make him sick, etc. All done in a very loving way. I think he got some of it because he did not try to eat the dry food I put down for Spotty and Mama. I think cats are a lot smarter than we give them credit, and that is one reason some find them so exasperating.
That's it for now.
I have a hard time doing nice things for myself these days
As I said, yesterday, I got a Land's End catalog. I like what they sell, very good quality. Ron's arms were saved from road rash during his accident because he was wearing a Land's End coat at the time (of course it was destroyed).
I went through the whole catalog, nothing struck a note. My weight can be variable so I don't like to buy something that might not fit. If I knew I would be a 24/22 for several years I might get something, but I never knew what my weight is going to do lately. I have no problem investing in a pair of $20 Walmart jeans but don't have the budget or motivation for a serious commitment.
BUT they do have insane coupons at times. I had a 40% off coupon in my catalog. It has been about a year since I ordered the coats. Yesterday I ordered the Kitten lady book for about $14, I just don't do nice things for myself any more. I was proud I did that, it is something I can use, I have room for it, it was a reasonable price.
I went through the catalog looking at things. The shawl collar cardigan was cute but they didn't have it navy and it was a little spendy. And I work in short sleeves.
Then I got to the nightgowns. I need to tell you a little about nightgowns. I don't wear them. Main reason, it is impossible to find a long length, short sleeve, 100% cotton, plus size, I can afford. But they had a very nice, long length, navy (can wear that any day, some of the prints were a little ew), nightgown in a plus size. Years ago I had a couple of Land's End nightgowns and they were very well made, very soft fabric. They were very long lasting/durable. So it's not going to fall apart in a year.
But $55. Ouch. I know many women spend a lot more money on themselves, but I am just not in the habit of doing that. However, after my coupon it would be about $30 and then $8 shipping. I thought about it for a while.
I do not have any nightgowns. I could one one to wear when I take out the trash, travel, or deal with Cleo (although Ron is going to make an attempt to get her in the house today). Yes, I could use it. It would last. It would fit. It was a color I like (navy). I went and played with Spot for a while to give myself time to think. I would like to think I am deliberate and thoughtful when it comes to purchases over $20, these days.
You may or may not know that massive spending is a huge problem with bipolar disorder, when manic. When the patient doesn't have a lot of money they go thrifting, garbage picking, or to the dollar store, without fail they accumulate tons of crap. That is one thing I have been battling as I got better - getting rid of what I accumulated when ill.
But I didn't think this fell in the category so I did go ahead and buy it. I should get it by the end of the week. Good. It will be useful when we go to the conference. Ha, maybe I should have used the business debit card to pay for it! :p
The rest of the morning, I slept in until around 7:30, got up, Ron was awake, talked to him for a while, went out to deal with Cleo. She rubbed her tail across my foot (my legs were crossed and my foot was dangling) a few times passing back and forth. No kids next door. I guess they had an overnight where ever they got their photos done. We did see the gray cat but he went across the street, he has figured I am not that much of a cat lady.
I remember watching an episode of hoarders, the woman had about 40 dogs on a subdivision lot. The barking was horrific. She went around to other yards and stole dogs, brought them home, strays, puppies born to unaltered bitches, etc. It was horrific. She was really happy when she found she got to keep 9 per city ordinances and the humane experts were begging her to let more go. She wanted to keep the "fun" ones, and they kept saying, let these go, they will be adopted, but that blind old dog will not. Keep him. The humane people were massively frustrated dealing with her and I could see why.
This is one reason, if I could only keep 2 cats I would keep Torbie (old) and Biscuit (special needs). Their odds of adoption would be dismal.
And her poor neighbors! The stench! The noise! When they got the house cleared out of course it was destroyed.
This all reminds me I need to put the Community Cat Project into my cell phone, I will do that and come back. Well, it copied the whole page but you get the idea, and they are totally onboard with the ideal of being Cleo's taxi to getting fixed, vax, and tipped.
Ron would be upset if he knew about the ear tipping so I will not tell him. It is a small price to pay for her being altered and having a great life. And I have to think rubbing her tail against my foot, repeatedly (not an accident she walked under repeatedly) is a positive sign of progress. She can be an indoor pet. Ron and I have the time and motivation to coax her.
So positive progress. He wants to lock all the other cats in a bedroom (!) and sit in the doorway, try to coax her. Who knows, it might work. I did put his pillowcase in her sleeping area so she knows his scent. My pillow case is down there now.
It is possible, after we get Cleo done, we could work on trapping other cats if they will pick them up. The neighbor (not fluent in English) told me she feeds about a dozen and they keep having babies, so we need a TNR in my subdivision. If I accidentally alter someone's pet so be it, we have too many cats running around as it is. I wouldn't feel bad about that, I have done it before.
There was a slow lady living down the street from us. She was always one of those confrontational types, taking offense at everything, etc. Ron used to flirt with her just because it would get her upset. She lived in a tiny studio on her housing voucher. Anyway, one day a white cat shows up at our door. It's a female, I name her Sugar. We fed her, she came in the apartment and stayed a few days, went into heat. We took her to get fixed and they found she was already pregnant (not far along like Mama was). They ended that. We took her back and nursed her back to health. One night she wanted to go out and we never saw her again. The next time we saw the slow woman on the bus she said she was really happy "Snowball" came back, she had been missing for a few weeks, and we realized Sugar was her cat. And we got her altered. I did not feel bad at all about that, her caseworker should have made sure the cat was fixed. An unaltered female is just going to litter. She said she was so happy to have Snowball back and that was the end of it. Just out of curiosity, I asked the woman if her landlord would allow her to have more than one pet and she said no. So we saved her getting evicted, too.
So, if this works out, I can be the trapper for TNR in my subdivision. I can't talk to the other woman about it due to English and she was basically saying she only wanted to feed them, no more. I, on the other hand, have no problem altering strays.
We will see how it works out. I do have a trap and a resource, and these guys are with Best Friends if you know them. If it works out getting Cleo done I will give them a check (not huge, but what I can do).
Speaking of apartments, Torbie loves the top shelf of the apartment in the new cat tree. Loves it, rolls around, so satisfied. I am just happy someone likes it because no one else will go near it. It also has two nice scratching panels on the side, they will love that once they get used to it. She knows it is not for her and that just makes it delicious.
Mama cat is found more often on the old condo, with the shelves. I played with Spotty a lot today. To the person who was worried he was sick, he is not acting it. He is very energetic and doing all sorts of acrobatics after his toy. Mama cat appreciates the break.
I don't care who goes where as long as they are all happy.
I went through the whole catalog, nothing struck a note. My weight can be variable so I don't like to buy something that might not fit. If I knew I would be a 24/22 for several years I might get something, but I never knew what my weight is going to do lately. I have no problem investing in a pair of $20 Walmart jeans but don't have the budget or motivation for a serious commitment.
BUT they do have insane coupons at times. I had a 40% off coupon in my catalog. It has been about a year since I ordered the coats. Yesterday I ordered the Kitten lady book for about $14, I just don't do nice things for myself any more. I was proud I did that, it is something I can use, I have room for it, it was a reasonable price.
I went through the catalog looking at things. The shawl collar cardigan was cute but they didn't have it navy and it was a little spendy. And I work in short sleeves.
Then I got to the nightgowns. I need to tell you a little about nightgowns. I don't wear them. Main reason, it is impossible to find a long length, short sleeve, 100% cotton, plus size, I can afford. But they had a very nice, long length, navy (can wear that any day, some of the prints were a little ew), nightgown in a plus size. Years ago I had a couple of Land's End nightgowns and they were very well made, very soft fabric. They were very long lasting/durable. So it's not going to fall apart in a year.
But $55. Ouch. I know many women spend a lot more money on themselves, but I am just not in the habit of doing that. However, after my coupon it would be about $30 and then $8 shipping. I thought about it for a while.
I do not have any nightgowns. I could one one to wear when I take out the trash, travel, or deal with Cleo (although Ron is going to make an attempt to get her in the house today). Yes, I could use it. It would last. It would fit. It was a color I like (navy). I went and played with Spot for a while to give myself time to think. I would like to think I am deliberate and thoughtful when it comes to purchases over $20, these days.
You may or may not know that massive spending is a huge problem with bipolar disorder, when manic. When the patient doesn't have a lot of money they go thrifting, garbage picking, or to the dollar store, without fail they accumulate tons of crap. That is one thing I have been battling as I got better - getting rid of what I accumulated when ill.
But I didn't think this fell in the category so I did go ahead and buy it. I should get it by the end of the week. Good. It will be useful when we go to the conference. Ha, maybe I should have used the business debit card to pay for it! :p
The rest of the morning, I slept in until around 7:30, got up, Ron was awake, talked to him for a while, went out to deal with Cleo. She rubbed her tail across my foot (my legs were crossed and my foot was dangling) a few times passing back and forth. No kids next door. I guess they had an overnight where ever they got their photos done. We did see the gray cat but he went across the street, he has figured I am not that much of a cat lady.
I remember watching an episode of hoarders, the woman had about 40 dogs on a subdivision lot. The barking was horrific. She went around to other yards and stole dogs, brought them home, strays, puppies born to unaltered bitches, etc. It was horrific. She was really happy when she found she got to keep 9 per city ordinances and the humane experts were begging her to let more go. She wanted to keep the "fun" ones, and they kept saying, let these go, they will be adopted, but that blind old dog will not. Keep him. The humane people were massively frustrated dealing with her and I could see why.
This is one reason, if I could only keep 2 cats I would keep Torbie (old) and Biscuit (special needs). Their odds of adoption would be dismal.
And her poor neighbors! The stench! The noise! When they got the house cleared out of course it was destroyed.
This all reminds me I need to put the Community Cat Project into my cell phone, I will do that and come back. Well, it copied the whole page but you get the idea, and they are totally onboard with the ideal of being Cleo's taxi to getting fixed, vax, and tipped.
Ron would be upset if he knew about the ear tipping so I will not tell him. It is a small price to pay for her being altered and having a great life. And I have to think rubbing her tail against my foot, repeatedly (not an accident she walked under repeatedly) is a positive sign of progress. She can be an indoor pet. Ron and I have the time and motivation to coax her.
So positive progress. He wants to lock all the other cats in a bedroom (!) and sit in the doorway, try to coax her. Who knows, it might work. I did put his pillowcase in her sleeping area so she knows his scent. My pillow case is down there now.
It is possible, after we get Cleo done, we could work on trapping other cats if they will pick them up. The neighbor (not fluent in English) told me she feeds about a dozen and they keep having babies, so we need a TNR in my subdivision. If I accidentally alter someone's pet so be it, we have too many cats running around as it is. I wouldn't feel bad about that, I have done it before.
There was a slow lady living down the street from us. She was always one of those confrontational types, taking offense at everything, etc. Ron used to flirt with her just because it would get her upset. She lived in a tiny studio on her housing voucher. Anyway, one day a white cat shows up at our door. It's a female, I name her Sugar. We fed her, she came in the apartment and stayed a few days, went into heat. We took her to get fixed and they found she was already pregnant (not far along like Mama was). They ended that. We took her back and nursed her back to health. One night she wanted to go out and we never saw her again. The next time we saw the slow woman on the bus she said she was really happy "Snowball" came back, she had been missing for a few weeks, and we realized Sugar was her cat. And we got her altered. I did not feel bad at all about that, her caseworker should have made sure the cat was fixed. An unaltered female is just going to litter. She said she was so happy to have Snowball back and that was the end of it. Just out of curiosity, I asked the woman if her landlord would allow her to have more than one pet and she said no. So we saved her getting evicted, too.
So, if this works out, I can be the trapper for TNR in my subdivision. I can't talk to the other woman about it due to English and she was basically saying she only wanted to feed them, no more. I, on the other hand, have no problem altering strays.
We will see how it works out. I do have a trap and a resource, and these guys are with Best Friends if you know them. If it works out getting Cleo done I will give them a check (not huge, but what I can do).
Speaking of apartments, Torbie loves the top shelf of the apartment in the new cat tree. Loves it, rolls around, so satisfied. I am just happy someone likes it because no one else will go near it. It also has two nice scratching panels on the side, they will love that once they get used to it. She knows it is not for her and that just makes it delicious.
Mama cat is found more often on the old condo, with the shelves. I played with Spotty a lot today. To the person who was worried he was sick, he is not acting it. He is very energetic and doing all sorts of acrobatics after his toy. Mama cat appreciates the break.
I don't care who goes where as long as they are all happy.
Saturday, August 24, 2019
The photo shoot
I look at the heart. That is why I married a man who is not conventionally attractive.
The mother next door at #6 is very physically attractive. She has a good figure for a woman who had 6 kids. I know a lot of my drivers had a lech for her back in the day when she would stand outside gossiping with her friends, as she sent the kids off to school. Some of the drivers liked her QUITE a bit and would arrive significantly early so they could gape at her. My personal experience she has a good heart.
I don't know what happened with the kids, they are very ugly-spirited and that is all I see in them, ugly, hateful, psychopathic little hearts that want to harm Cleo and other cats, trash our property, trespass, disrespectful. I really don't look at their faces, I have always looked at their actions and been unimpressed at best. Disgusted and outraged at worst. That's how I see the kids.
Yes, I am going somewhere. Tonight, as I said I'd do, I went out with a can of food for Cleo. Poultry Platter. Yum, yum. It sure stank. She came over doing her little peeps at me with her tail in the air, big eyes.
I sat down in my chair, like I said I would do, so I could guard her as she ate. The gray cat came by, saw me, and hovered at a distance waiting for me to leave. It is a tom. If I catch him, and the feral people are OK with it, I will send him to be fixed. My attitude if you have a DSH (alley cat) unaltered cat roaming I am free to fix it.
Cleo crept up next to me, nibbling, but would spook periodically, run and hide, then come back. I went and checked he mail, came back, and read a Land's End catalog to her with commentary. "What an ugly print... $70 for a pair of jeans?!" etc.
And someone pulled up in the minivan next door. It is a top of the line third row seating minivan purchased a year or so back. But they qualify for welfare. [rolleyes] Anyway, they have an extra SUV in the driveway so the other car had to park sideways across the end. I saw that this morning with his work truck, he left for work about when we did.
Cleo slowed, but didn't stop, when 2 adults got out of the van and went in the house, but she hid when she heard kids coming out. They had suitcases. They were chattering in a pidgin of English and spanish. There were two little girls about the same age (one must be a guest). One mentioned "going to the photo shoot" a couple of times.
So apparently one of the kids is a model? Like I said, I don't look at faces so maybe they are good-looking enough to be models. Over the course of the next 5 minutes (Cleo hiding at the sound of their voices), the rest of the kids came out and got in the vehicle, very slow leaving but eventually they got loaded up and left. And Cleo came out. She ate a little more and took off.
The gray cat would have come up to me (no room in my house!) but I shooed him away and took the leftover food in the house. Cleo stayed gone, I figured she was done.
But "models". That is the last thing I would call them.
The mother next door at #6 is very physically attractive. She has a good figure for a woman who had 6 kids. I know a lot of my drivers had a lech for her back in the day when she would stand outside gossiping with her friends, as she sent the kids off to school. Some of the drivers liked her QUITE a bit and would arrive significantly early so they could gape at her. My personal experience she has a good heart.
I don't know what happened with the kids, they are very ugly-spirited and that is all I see in them, ugly, hateful, psychopathic little hearts that want to harm Cleo and other cats, trash our property, trespass, disrespectful. I really don't look at their faces, I have always looked at their actions and been unimpressed at best. Disgusted and outraged at worst. That's how I see the kids.
Yes, I am going somewhere. Tonight, as I said I'd do, I went out with a can of food for Cleo. Poultry Platter. Yum, yum. It sure stank. She came over doing her little peeps at me with her tail in the air, big eyes.
I sat down in my chair, like I said I would do, so I could guard her as she ate. The gray cat came by, saw me, and hovered at a distance waiting for me to leave. It is a tom. If I catch him, and the feral people are OK with it, I will send him to be fixed. My attitude if you have a DSH (alley cat) unaltered cat roaming I am free to fix it.
Cleo crept up next to me, nibbling, but would spook periodically, run and hide, then come back. I went and checked he mail, came back, and read a Land's End catalog to her with commentary. "What an ugly print... $70 for a pair of jeans?!" etc.
And someone pulled up in the minivan next door. It is a top of the line third row seating minivan purchased a year or so back. But they qualify for welfare. [rolleyes] Anyway, they have an extra SUV in the driveway so the other car had to park sideways across the end. I saw that this morning with his work truck, he left for work about when we did.
Cleo slowed, but didn't stop, when 2 adults got out of the van and went in the house, but she hid when she heard kids coming out. They had suitcases. They were chattering in a pidgin of English and spanish. There were two little girls about the same age (one must be a guest). One mentioned "going to the photo shoot" a couple of times.
So apparently one of the kids is a model? Like I said, I don't look at faces so maybe they are good-looking enough to be models. Over the course of the next 5 minutes (Cleo hiding at the sound of their voices), the rest of the kids came out and got in the vehicle, very slow leaving but eventually they got loaded up and left. And Cleo came out. She ate a little more and took off.
The gray cat would have come up to me (no room in my house!) but I shooed him away and took the leftover food in the house. Cleo stayed gone, I figured she was done.
But "models". That is the last thing I would call them.
"This is why the house is a mess"
Last night, a lot of biological drama. It found me standing in the bathroom, next to Ron, reading the directions on the suppositories aloud. Happily I did not have to "help".
They worked, eventually, Ron woke me up crowing about it. We did not have any cleanup either. So I didn't sleep well.
BUT I had taken my shower last night so I just had to get out of bed, help him dress, dress myself, feed the cats, and out the door. And I saw Cleo on the porch looking pitiful.
I left Ron on the wheelchair lift slowly elevating, went back in the house, and got her a can of poultry something. I went back to Ron. And I realized [bad word] I wasn't wearing my badge and keys. I went back to the house, startling a big gray tabby eating Cleo's food. I chased it off but Cleo was long gone. That explains why she is so hungry sometimes.
And, just now, I had to chase Biscuit out of the Liver and Chicken dinner, so apparently I will have to stand over the cat as she eats, now. Get rid of/store any leftovers so we don't have interlopers and those on special diets, breaking them to eat the forbidden food. Sigh.
I couldn't find them on my hook and then I realized I put them in my fanny pack the other day, I had them the whole time. I tried to take them out but the two lanyards were tangled. Well, crap. I stuffed them back.
Ron regaled the driver with tales of his constipation journey and a detailed account of his results, last night, from the suppository. That poor driver. I kept shutting him up but he really couldn't understand why.
We got to the warehouse. Ron took out a wad of money and held it in the air when my back was turned. I turned back and saw all the bills, people staring, and I snatched it from him, scolding him. I have talked to him dozens of times about counting/holding money in public. People are animals. If they will kill someone for forty cents what do you think they will do for a couple of $20's?!
I stomped off and did my shopping. I did find some P3. If you don't know what that is it is a compartmentalized snack, it has 3 compartments, one for sunflower seeds, one for salted nuts, and one for jerky. I decided to give it a try. I put it in the cart. It was only a 6 pack.
I paid and went over to Ron, he tried one and liked it. I told him we would have to charge $1.30 for it. We have a formula for it, we multiply the food cost by the rate and then we get our sales price. If we don't do this we get in trouble, and we are, on occasion, required to submit our wholesale/retail prices to our management so they can verify we are doing things correctly.
We talked a little. I told him they have these things with cheese, maybe we could try one of them. He said yes. I still had change so I went and got a "Balanced Breaks". It had 2 varieties, one is cashews + raisins and cheese, the other is nuts and cranberries + cheese. Those have to go out at $1.50. We will see how they do. If nothing else they are a long-lived option for the customers. We don't have to throw them out in a week like we do with cold food, the Balanced breaks are good for a couple of months. The P3 is good for a month.
I managed to untangle my lanyards, I was really happy about that.
We got to work, unloaded, got going. I put the new foods into the vending machines and set the prices (set prices first). They look good and provide some nice variety.
I remember several years ago I had a guy come to me demanding I sell low carb candy bars (rolleyes) because "He was diabetic and everyone would love them". I said, there are a couple of issues: too much sugar free chocolate has a laxative effect. I'm not doing that to the workers. Two, I have done this, before, they were terrible sellers. Three, you wouldn't want to pay what I'd have to charge. Four, I don't think "any" sort of candy bars are a good option for a diabetic. I then listed several naturally low carb items we had like nuts, trail mix, etc. if he was worried about impacting his blood sugar. But, like the "I can only eat two freshly cooked scrambled eggs" lady when we had the deli, he wanted it "his way". I said I was sorry but we would not be selling them, for the reasons I listed. I told him I HAD done it in the past and we literally made $30 a month. On the whole machine. "Everyone" wanted a Snickers bar.
But every now and then we get someone on a fringe diet who wants specialty snacks. The last one was the Atkins guy who swore he drank several Sprite Zero's a week. He did not. I put in a six pack and it took months to move them all. Then he got mad I didn't restock. I lost a whole row of the vending machine to this. I have anticipated the "healthy vending" folks may come along one day. So I sell a lot of baked chips. I have 6 kinds of granola bars. I have trail mix. I have almonds. I have protein shakes. I have turkey sandwiches on wheat bread. And now I have P3. So plenty of good choices in addition to the good old Hershey's and Snickers.
I try to be preemptive. We stocked for a while. Ron did the water, then he went and did something else for a while. He asked me to bring him bottled drinks. I did. Then he said "Let's stock the water". I reminded him "You already did that".
And he exploded. Accused me of attacking him and insulting him, "saying he was stupid" etc. He just got mortally offended.
I told him I was NOT attacking him, if I was going to attack him he would know it. He said "I'm not [limited]"
"Sometimes you are! See, now THAT'S an attack!" I replied. I meant it. Sometimes he stocks the drinks on the wrong row, $1.25 drinks on the $1 row, etc. And I meant what I said, sometimes he is sharp, but other times he needs a lot of coaching. He gets offended if I help, offended if I don't. I need to be a clearer communicator, I am "talking too much". I need to verify things with him, I need to shut up, and constantly taking offense at things that are not an attack at all. It is exhausting. He says I "am a bad communicator" - he doesn't hear what I am saying, even when I say it plainly. Then he said "God only gave him a white woman because she was damaged goods"
So now he's calling me damaged goods. He is lucky a woman of ANY race paid him a second glance, much less had sex with him or MARRIED him. And I kept thinking about a vignette: Ron's sister came to me in the hospital. I was walking down the hall to his room. "You need to say you can't take care of Ron" she said "Then the doctors will have to place him in a nursing home".
I became utterly outraged and swore I would never let him down. I thought she was such an utter bitch - and I was standing there in our work area, in front of our vending machines, listening to him curse me and thinking WHY did I fight for him? Why? They were right, he's not worth it.
I could have said this to Ron, it would have "cut" him - because I take pains to let him know I am signed on for whatever it takes and have no regrets, but at that moment I did. And I utterly understood why she wanted it. I just walked away and did other things until he hollered for me, then I did whatever it was without complaint.
But if you are a patient you should never let your caregiver feel like I did. It explains why so many people simply walk away. Why some turn to abuse. There was one woman in Houston. Her mother was in an accident and became paralyzed from the neck down. The woman moved her mother into the home with her husband. She devoted herself to her mother. And the husband said "Choose between me and your mother, you are too invested in her". The woman chose her mother, he moved out. And she killed her mother. I can see the path - I'm not walking it but I can see how events/ongoing abuse can lead a person to dark places.
The sad truth, if Ron had a 100% healing right now I would leave him. And that is really sad.
I put up a wall for the rest of the day, it's still up, you could say. We had a little wait on our ride home but it was a nice driver. It was a straight ride, too.
We got home, #2 was out in force working on the house. The tenants must have really trashed it. I will say overall they were pretty quiet but they were fairly ignorant, they would have these loud - it is always the ignorant person who is loud - conversations in their driveway yelling conversation at each other. No Cleo of course, she is terrified of the workers. I will check on her in a couple of hours.
Of course I have learned now that bully cat is stealing her supper, I will go out and stand over her while she eats so it doesn't happen again. That other cat is clearly owned, but cats are opportunists. If they can get another meal they will.
Ron is worried it is a tom and will get Cleo pregnant. I won't let that happen. I am thinking of trapping her on Tuesday and sending her off for the spay, then bringing her in when she comes home.
When we got home I found the cat tree, box clearly labeled "Cat Tree" all over - so no one's going to steal it. I got it in the house. It was a little heavy but I have been working out.
I got it in and took it out of the box. I told Ron I would mash up the box, he begged me to keep it. I said "This is why the house is a mess" and put it in the garage. I set it up (plenty of room) and put some treats in the apartments and some on the top shelf. Mama cat sniffed it but wouldn't go inside, I even picked her up and tried to put her in - she squirmed away and I let her go. Later on I found Torbie on top of the house looking very smug. Sigh.
Ron gave the cats some treats and I tried to take a nap, but I had a headache and too much caffeine. I got up around 3.
I decided to do something nice for myself and bought "Tiny but Mighty" the new Kitten Lady book. It was only $14 with tax. It comes tomorrow, apparently. I still have the headache but not as bad. Considering all the caffeine + Ron stress I am not surprised.
I will have a chicken parm dinner. The Lean Cuisine comfort food line is pretty good, at least the chicken parm. I will heat up a Banquet Backyard BBQ meal for Ron, he is addicted to them. I am glad I got a couple last time I went to Walmart.
I do have a responsibility to take care of him even when he's a shithead. That is the problem with caregiving. And being a Christian, loving your enemies and all that.
That's it for now. If I get some good cat photos I will post them.
They worked, eventually, Ron woke me up crowing about it. We did not have any cleanup either. So I didn't sleep well.
BUT I had taken my shower last night so I just had to get out of bed, help him dress, dress myself, feed the cats, and out the door. And I saw Cleo on the porch looking pitiful.
I left Ron on the wheelchair lift slowly elevating, went back in the house, and got her a can of poultry something. I went back to Ron. And I realized [bad word] I wasn't wearing my badge and keys. I went back to the house, startling a big gray tabby eating Cleo's food. I chased it off but Cleo was long gone. That explains why she is so hungry sometimes.
And, just now, I had to chase Biscuit out of the Liver and Chicken dinner, so apparently I will have to stand over the cat as she eats, now. Get rid of/store any leftovers so we don't have interlopers and those on special diets, breaking them to eat the forbidden food. Sigh.
I couldn't find them on my hook and then I realized I put them in my fanny pack the other day, I had them the whole time. I tried to take them out but the two lanyards were tangled. Well, crap. I stuffed them back.
Ron regaled the driver with tales of his constipation journey and a detailed account of his results, last night, from the suppository. That poor driver. I kept shutting him up but he really couldn't understand why.
We got to the warehouse. Ron took out a wad of money and held it in the air when my back was turned. I turned back and saw all the bills, people staring, and I snatched it from him, scolding him. I have talked to him dozens of times about counting/holding money in public. People are animals. If they will kill someone for forty cents what do you think they will do for a couple of $20's?!
I stomped off and did my shopping. I did find some P3. If you don't know what that is it is a compartmentalized snack, it has 3 compartments, one for sunflower seeds, one for salted nuts, and one for jerky. I decided to give it a try. I put it in the cart. It was only a 6 pack.
I paid and went over to Ron, he tried one and liked it. I told him we would have to charge $1.30 for it. We have a formula for it, we multiply the food cost by the rate and then we get our sales price. If we don't do this we get in trouble, and we are, on occasion, required to submit our wholesale/retail prices to our management so they can verify we are doing things correctly.
We talked a little. I told him they have these things with cheese, maybe we could try one of them. He said yes. I still had change so I went and got a "Balanced Breaks". It had 2 varieties, one is cashews + raisins and cheese, the other is nuts and cranberries + cheese. Those have to go out at $1.50. We will see how they do. If nothing else they are a long-lived option for the customers. We don't have to throw them out in a week like we do with cold food, the Balanced breaks are good for a couple of months. The P3 is good for a month.
I managed to untangle my lanyards, I was really happy about that.
We got to work, unloaded, got going. I put the new foods into the vending machines and set the prices (set prices first). They look good and provide some nice variety.
I remember several years ago I had a guy come to me demanding I sell low carb candy bars (rolleyes) because "He was diabetic and everyone would love them". I said, there are a couple of issues: too much sugar free chocolate has a laxative effect. I'm not doing that to the workers. Two, I have done this, before, they were terrible sellers. Three, you wouldn't want to pay what I'd have to charge. Four, I don't think "any" sort of candy bars are a good option for a diabetic. I then listed several naturally low carb items we had like nuts, trail mix, etc. if he was worried about impacting his blood sugar. But, like the "I can only eat two freshly cooked scrambled eggs" lady when we had the deli, he wanted it "his way". I said I was sorry but we would not be selling them, for the reasons I listed. I told him I HAD done it in the past and we literally made $30 a month. On the whole machine. "Everyone" wanted a Snickers bar.
But every now and then we get someone on a fringe diet who wants specialty snacks. The last one was the Atkins guy who swore he drank several Sprite Zero's a week. He did not. I put in a six pack and it took months to move them all. Then he got mad I didn't restock. I lost a whole row of the vending machine to this. I have anticipated the "healthy vending" folks may come along one day. So I sell a lot of baked chips. I have 6 kinds of granola bars. I have trail mix. I have almonds. I have protein shakes. I have turkey sandwiches on wheat bread. And now I have P3. So plenty of good choices in addition to the good old Hershey's and Snickers.
I try to be preemptive. We stocked for a while. Ron did the water, then he went and did something else for a while. He asked me to bring him bottled drinks. I did. Then he said "Let's stock the water". I reminded him "You already did that".
And he exploded. Accused me of attacking him and insulting him, "saying he was stupid" etc. He just got mortally offended.
I told him I was NOT attacking him, if I was going to attack him he would know it. He said "I'm not [limited]"
"Sometimes you are! See, now THAT'S an attack!" I replied. I meant it. Sometimes he stocks the drinks on the wrong row, $1.25 drinks on the $1 row, etc. And I meant what I said, sometimes he is sharp, but other times he needs a lot of coaching. He gets offended if I help, offended if I don't. I need to be a clearer communicator, I am "talking too much". I need to verify things with him, I need to shut up, and constantly taking offense at things that are not an attack at all. It is exhausting. He says I "am a bad communicator" - he doesn't hear what I am saying, even when I say it plainly. Then he said "God only gave him a white woman because she was damaged goods"
So now he's calling me damaged goods. He is lucky a woman of ANY race paid him a second glance, much less had sex with him or MARRIED him. And I kept thinking about a vignette: Ron's sister came to me in the hospital. I was walking down the hall to his room. "You need to say you can't take care of Ron" she said "Then the doctors will have to place him in a nursing home".
I became utterly outraged and swore I would never let him down. I thought she was such an utter bitch - and I was standing there in our work area, in front of our vending machines, listening to him curse me and thinking WHY did I fight for him? Why? They were right, he's not worth it.
I could have said this to Ron, it would have "cut" him - because I take pains to let him know I am signed on for whatever it takes and have no regrets, but at that moment I did. And I utterly understood why she wanted it. I just walked away and did other things until he hollered for me, then I did whatever it was without complaint.
But if you are a patient you should never let your caregiver feel like I did. It explains why so many people simply walk away. Why some turn to abuse. There was one woman in Houston. Her mother was in an accident and became paralyzed from the neck down. The woman moved her mother into the home with her husband. She devoted herself to her mother. And the husband said "Choose between me and your mother, you are too invested in her". The woman chose her mother, he moved out. And she killed her mother. I can see the path - I'm not walking it but I can see how events/ongoing abuse can lead a person to dark places.
The sad truth, if Ron had a 100% healing right now I would leave him. And that is really sad.
I put up a wall for the rest of the day, it's still up, you could say. We had a little wait on our ride home but it was a nice driver. It was a straight ride, too.
We got home, #2 was out in force working on the house. The tenants must have really trashed it. I will say overall they were pretty quiet but they were fairly ignorant, they would have these loud - it is always the ignorant person who is loud - conversations in their driveway yelling conversation at each other. No Cleo of course, she is terrified of the workers. I will check on her in a couple of hours.
Of course I have learned now that bully cat is stealing her supper, I will go out and stand over her while she eats so it doesn't happen again. That other cat is clearly owned, but cats are opportunists. If they can get another meal they will.
Ron is worried it is a tom and will get Cleo pregnant. I won't let that happen. I am thinking of trapping her on Tuesday and sending her off for the spay, then bringing her in when she comes home.
When we got home I found the cat tree, box clearly labeled "Cat Tree" all over - so no one's going to steal it. I got it in the house. It was a little heavy but I have been working out.
I got it in and took it out of the box. I told Ron I would mash up the box, he begged me to keep it. I said "This is why the house is a mess" and put it in the garage. I set it up (plenty of room) and put some treats in the apartments and some on the top shelf. Mama cat sniffed it but wouldn't go inside, I even picked her up and tried to put her in - she squirmed away and I let her go. Later on I found Torbie on top of the house looking very smug. Sigh.
Ron gave the cats some treats and I tried to take a nap, but I had a headache and too much caffeine. I got up around 3.
I decided to do something nice for myself and bought "Tiny but Mighty" the new Kitten Lady book. It was only $14 with tax. It comes tomorrow, apparently. I still have the headache but not as bad. Considering all the caffeine + Ron stress I am not surprised.
I will have a chicken parm dinner. The Lean Cuisine comfort food line is pretty good, at least the chicken parm. I will heat up a Banquet Backyard BBQ meal for Ron, he is addicted to them. I am glad I got a couple last time I went to Walmart.
I do have a responsibility to take care of him even when he's a shithead. That is the problem with caregiving. And being a Christian, loving your enemies and all that.
That's it for now. If I get some good cat photos I will post them.
Friday, August 23, 2019
You want some cat photos
Just the boys today.
When I laid down for my nap Biscuit was already in my bed, had completely hogged about 3/4 of he bed and the entire flat sheet. It was a little crowded but he didn't mind.
Spotasaurus in my TV chair. Mama's condo is going to go in front of the cardboard boxes.
That's it for now.
When I laid down for my nap Biscuit was already in my bed, had completely hogged about 3/4 of he bed and the entire flat sheet. It was a little crowded but he didn't mind.
Spotasaurus in my TV chair. Mama's condo is going to go in front of the cardboard boxes.
That's it for now.
Maybe I am being too sensitive.
It is my stepsister's birthday. I wish her well. She was always pretty decent to me. And I wasn't an easy little sister. She actually once said he wanted me to take her cat because I took such good care of mine.
That's not the problem, like I said, we at least tolerate each other, on my side I like her. I wonder why none of my stepsibs have a cat now but that's just me. They're all dog people. That's really the only big question I have.
They are happy to go on vacation in my town and let me find out on Facebook, that is OK, I am not "fun" in the cruise sense as I go to bed early every night, don't drink, don't gamble. I am pretty tethered in my life to say the least and am lucky to break free for one or two days.
That said, someone played a lot of favorites as I grew up. I will not name names. As a result I am very careful with the cats, even. I don't tell Biscuit he is my "Favorite" boy anymore, I tell him he is my "First" boy and praise him for being such a good uncle to Spot. I even call him "Uncle Biscuit". I often pet them and say 'I wish you were my cat". They are, of course, I like saying it though.
I do my best to give every cat the attention they want, make sure everyone is getting enough food (Ron takes care of treats), petting, etc. I make sure everyone has a litter box that suits, some prefer a low box even though they are KICKERS and throw litter all over my tile floor. Everyone is equal, that's my goal. I love them for being themselves but I appreciate the differences. That's why I didn't fawn over Mama and Spot when I brought them in. I gave them the same attention everyone else got.
I do have to do special feedings with everyone as Biscuit is on a restricted diet. So I "favor" some cats with wet food and the "good" dry while he is stuck eating his prescription (which even Spot likes, and Biscuit is so generous he shares his food with Spot). I am sorry for that but that is health reasons.
Anyway, you know how it is on Facebook, it can't wait to tell you it is someone's birthday. And, sure enough, someone had written on her wall, how she was "always the sparkle of the family". What the hell does that make me? The black cloud of gloom?
EDIT: fell over it again when I went on Facebook: "You've always been the sparkle in our family!!!"
I am telling myself, and will, get over it but it's like, really? You didn't think that through, how other people would feel when they read it. And I don't even call Biscuit my favorite boy anymore.
So feel free to tell me to get over it. That's what I am telling myself.
That's not the problem, like I said, we at least tolerate each other, on my side I like her. I wonder why none of my stepsibs have a cat now but that's just me. They're all dog people. That's really the only big question I have.
They are happy to go on vacation in my town and let me find out on Facebook, that is OK, I am not "fun" in the cruise sense as I go to bed early every night, don't drink, don't gamble. I am pretty tethered in my life to say the least and am lucky to break free for one or two days.
That said, someone played a lot of favorites as I grew up. I will not name names. As a result I am very careful with the cats, even. I don't tell Biscuit he is my "Favorite" boy anymore, I tell him he is my "First" boy and praise him for being such a good uncle to Spot. I even call him "Uncle Biscuit". I often pet them and say 'I wish you were my cat". They are, of course, I like saying it though.
I do my best to give every cat the attention they want, make sure everyone is getting enough food (Ron takes care of treats), petting, etc. I make sure everyone has a litter box that suits, some prefer a low box even though they are KICKERS and throw litter all over my tile floor. Everyone is equal, that's my goal. I love them for being themselves but I appreciate the differences. That's why I didn't fawn over Mama and Spot when I brought them in. I gave them the same attention everyone else got.
I do have to do special feedings with everyone as Biscuit is on a restricted diet. So I "favor" some cats with wet food and the "good" dry while he is stuck eating his prescription (which even Spot likes, and Biscuit is so generous he shares his food with Spot). I am sorry for that but that is health reasons.
Anyway, you know how it is on Facebook, it can't wait to tell you it is someone's birthday. And, sure enough, someone had written on her wall, how she was "always the sparkle of the family". What the hell does that make me? The black cloud of gloom?
EDIT: fell over it again when I went on Facebook: "You've always been the sparkle in our family!!!"
I am telling myself, and will, get over it but it's like, really? You didn't think that through, how other people would feel when they read it. And I don't even call Biscuit my favorite boy anymore.
So feel free to tell me to get over it. That's what I am telling myself.
Friday morning
I was using my computer last night. I wanted to look around. Ron and I had discussed getting Biscuit treats, the, if you must know "Royal Canin Urinary SO treat". He eats the same formula, dry. Can't stand the wet but Mama cat was eating plenty of it when she first came to us. Apparently, back then, wet food was wet food.
Anyway Ron really loves to include Biscuit in treatin' time. He put down a generous amount yesterday and Baby Girl was eating them too (that is totally OK per vet). Chewy has a good deal, half a pound for $6. The brick and mortar pet store treated me like a criminal and wanted to see my papers before they would sell it to me. WTF? Chewy just wanted the name and number of my vet, one time. Now I can get any urinary SO product.
I looked around. I have a little extra money and I wanted to get something nice for the cats. That's how I work, I think of the cats.
I hunted around. I was hoping to find a cat condo "apartment" or "cave" for Mama cat. She could go in the apartment instead of under my rocking chair. You know the old joke about a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.
It just seemed safer and I felt she deserved a nice place to hang out. I found some that were combinations of shelves and apartments, but that wasn't really what I wanted. I have 2 cat condos that are shelves only. I needed at least one apartment.
I found this: https://www.chewy.com/frisco-24-in-2-story-cat-condo-cream/dp/155169
What I liked they said it was great for larger cats. So anyone can go in. Two levels, one for her and Spotty, or one for her and another cat (Spotty is more confident and likes the "shelves" kitty condo). And certainly in the budget AND no assembly. Combined with a couple pouches of treats, I got free shipping, so I got it.
I just need to clear a landing pad for it today so I can set it up easily when it comes. I have been interested in this style for a while. I am curious to see who takes to it.
You just never know. For instance, when I went back in Ron's room to get his headphones, I found Torbie on the top shelf (about 5 feet) of the shelf style kitty condo. She looked pretty happy, owning it.
I want every cat to have a couple of good spots. Apparently Mama cat and Spotty are not allowed in either bedroom but they are getting used to the rules and the other cats.
But, like Ron said, a couple of cats is one thing - but everyone we tell we have SIX they just shake their head. But I am working on getting them all fixed. That's one reason I will not bring Cleo in the house until she's fixed: Spot is intact and I don't want any freaky incest going on.
And, free shipping so I was happy about that. I'm only a day or two out of the Chewy warehouse so I get stuff fast. I don't know about the condo, though, that may be a little slower or I could find it on the porch tomorrow when I come home from work. We'll see.
Off I go to help Ron and get my shower. I already took my pills so I'm good. :)
Anyway Ron really loves to include Biscuit in treatin' time. He put down a generous amount yesterday and Baby Girl was eating them too (that is totally OK per vet). Chewy has a good deal, half a pound for $6. The brick and mortar pet store treated me like a criminal and wanted to see my papers before they would sell it to me. WTF? Chewy just wanted the name and number of my vet, one time. Now I can get any urinary SO product.
I looked around. I have a little extra money and I wanted to get something nice for the cats. That's how I work, I think of the cats.
I hunted around. I was hoping to find a cat condo "apartment" or "cave" for Mama cat. She could go in the apartment instead of under my rocking chair. You know the old joke about a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.
It just seemed safer and I felt she deserved a nice place to hang out. I found some that were combinations of shelves and apartments, but that wasn't really what I wanted. I have 2 cat condos that are shelves only. I needed at least one apartment.
I found this: https://www.chewy.com/frisco-24-in-2-story-cat-condo-cream/dp/155169
What I liked they said it was great for larger cats. So anyone can go in. Two levels, one for her and Spotty, or one for her and another cat (Spotty is more confident and likes the "shelves" kitty condo). And certainly in the budget AND no assembly. Combined with a couple pouches of treats, I got free shipping, so I got it.
I just need to clear a landing pad for it today so I can set it up easily when it comes. I have been interested in this style for a while. I am curious to see who takes to it.
You just never know. For instance, when I went back in Ron's room to get his headphones, I found Torbie on the top shelf (about 5 feet) of the shelf style kitty condo. She looked pretty happy, owning it.
I want every cat to have a couple of good spots. Apparently Mama cat and Spotty are not allowed in either bedroom but they are getting used to the rules and the other cats.
But, like Ron said, a couple of cats is one thing - but everyone we tell we have SIX they just shake their head. But I am working on getting them all fixed. That's one reason I will not bring Cleo in the house until she's fixed: Spot is intact and I don't want any freaky incest going on.
And, free shipping so I was happy about that. I'm only a day or two out of the Chewy warehouse so I get stuff fast. I don't know about the condo, though, that may be a little slower or I could find it on the porch tomorrow when I come home from work. We'll see.
Off I go to help Ron and get my shower. I already took my pills so I'm good. :)
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