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I should *really* have seen this coming.
Feb. 6th, 2007 09:19 pmI get home at about ten past six (making up for a short day yesterday). Greet John, ditch the coat, open mail, amble into my room with intent of checking 'mail--
--there's a reddish-brown spot on the floor.
Hoping against hope, I grab tissue and check to see if it's cola or melted popsicle that I didn't notice spilling and that's somehow still looking liquid.
Nope.
Bloody cat pee.
So I go find Toby. He's sitting in the hallway, cleaning himself, and there are two more drops. Sample dialogue: "No! Toby, no! I'm not having job stress![1] I'm not--oh."
*brain makes clicky noises as it processes major event of the last four days*
"...right."
Called the vet, got an appointment, brought him in, discovered that he didn't have hardly anything in his bladder and urine samples would have to be would have to come back. Figuring out schedules made it clear that he could not be brought in before work tomorrow, so he ended up staying the night. I left my hat with him.[2]
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Total sidenote: link off a link off a link led to the following sentance, which seems to me to be rather far removed from reality, even in a children's book:
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John picked up a bottle of chocolate cherry liqueur (which doubles as a candlestick once emptied) while I was watching the vet assistants hold Toby down and stick a needle in. I like it. I think it generally needs to be taken with vanilla ice cream or the like--the second ingredient on the list is "grain spirit", so it has a bit of a bite--but right now I'm liking it very much. It reminds me of electric cherries.[3]
Erg. Week's not even half over. Right now, this seems tolerable, but I'd much rather not go to work tomorrow.[4]
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[1] Actually got a list of dates for the serious infections over the last three years. I'd have to check my timesheets to be sure, but my theory is apparently borne out. Toby pees blood when I get stressed. Usually that's when a contract ends or starts.
[2] He came over and lay down on it as soon as I put it in the carrier. This did not prevent him from pointedly ignoring me as soon as other people were paying attention.
[3] In case this is a regional term: maraschino cherries left in a bottle of Everclear for a ~month.
[4] Assuming that by some magic I still got paid for the time I would've put in if I were at work. Practicalities are asserting themselves. They do that when the cat gets sick. And I need to save up plane fare to Saskatoon for this spring.
--there's a reddish-brown spot on the floor.
Hoping against hope, I grab tissue and check to see if it's cola or melted popsicle that I didn't notice spilling and that's somehow still looking liquid.
Nope.
Bloody cat pee.
So I go find Toby. He's sitting in the hallway, cleaning himself, and there are two more drops. Sample dialogue: "No! Toby, no! I'm not having job stress![1] I'm not--oh."
*brain makes clicky noises as it processes major event of the last four days*
"...right."
Called the vet, got an appointment, brought him in, discovered that he didn't have hardly anything in his bladder and urine samples would have to be would have to come back. Figuring out schedules made it clear that he could not be brought in before work tomorrow, so he ended up staying the night. I left my hat with him.[2]
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Total sidenote: link off a link off a link led to the following sentance, which seems to me to be rather far removed from reality, even in a children's book:
they leapt into the ocean waves where the soothing salt water cooled the heat of their second- and third-degree burns.My head hurts just thinking about it.
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John picked up a bottle of chocolate cherry liqueur (which doubles as a candlestick once emptied) while I was watching the vet assistants hold Toby down and stick a needle in. I like it. I think it generally needs to be taken with vanilla ice cream or the like--the second ingredient on the list is "grain spirit", so it has a bit of a bite--but right now I'm liking it very much. It reminds me of electric cherries.[3]
Erg. Week's not even half over. Right now, this seems tolerable, but I'd much rather not go to work tomorrow.[4]
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[1] Actually got a list of dates for the serious infections over the last three years. I'd have to check my timesheets to be sure, but my theory is apparently borne out. Toby pees blood when I get stressed. Usually that's when a contract ends or starts.
[2] He came over and lay down on it as soon as I put it in the carrier. This did not prevent him from pointedly ignoring me as soon as other people were paying attention.
[3] In case this is a regional term: maraschino cherries left in a bottle of Everclear for a ~month.
[4] Assuming that by some magic I still got paid for the time I would've put in if I were at work. Practicalities are asserting themselves. They do that when the cat gets sick. And I need to save up plane fare to Saskatoon for this spring.
