In which awwwww

I came home from work, played Spider-Man for a bit, ate dinner, and since then I’ve been staring at the wall with a kitten sleeping on my stomach.

The kitten had a vet visit today.  She has ear mites and kitty lice.  Her parents were both feral and we got her from a farm, so none of this is terribly surprising, and yes, we’re still isolating her from the Great Old One until all of the various parasites are taken care of.  Apparently other than that she’s in stellar health and, luckily for us, apparently ear mites and kitty lice aren’t especially prone to being transferred to hoomanz.

I did not take her to the vet today– my wife took care of that– but she was apparently the unhappiest kitty in the universe after her ear treatment today.  Look at how pathetic and sad she looks:

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Here, these two are cuter:

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44509525_10156972018439066_5871417823472910336_oThat’s what I got.  How was your Monday?

Have I mentioned we got a kitten?

Her name might be Fizzgig and not Sushi.  I think it’s still Sushi, but stand by.

Post with words still coming later tonight.  🙂

Meet Sushi

Sushi Princesswhiskers Hazel, if you’re listening to my son. Nothing has happened to the Great Old One, but a friend of my wife needed to get her a home and Bek saw it on Facebook and now we’re a two-cat household again, pending any issues with integrating her with the existing cat or anyone’s allergies being aggravated or anything like that.

Expect a surge in cat pictures around here, assuming she ever sits still long enough to photograph again.

In which the Great Old One emerges

IMG_7694It looks like it took the cat just over six weeks to realize that the dog is really, truly dead and is not hiding somewhere in the house waiting for her to lower her guard.  The dog, mind you, never gave a damn whether the cat existed or not, and they’ve lived together for over ten years regardless, a length of time that you would think might convince the cat that the dog was, if not a friend, at least something not to be constantly feared.

BUT!  Witness, my friends, as my 20-year-old asshole cat Mizu takes the Sam Gamgee-esque single step that places her as far as she’s ever deliberately been from our bedroom, which you would be able to almost see the door of were hte picture at a slightly different angle.  We have been living in this house for seven years.  See that one paw on the grey flooring in our dining room?  it is literally the first time she has ever set foot in that room.  In seven years.  Not once.  A moment later, she went into the family room, which is to the left.  She’d never been in there either.

Five or six years from now, when my son is in middle school, she might allow him to pet her.

Picture, 1000 words, etc.

I really did have a crazy productive day– look at the progress bar for Tales over there!– but the internet has been an unreconstructed horrorshow since I got home from dinner so it’s probably time to go to bed and read.  vvzkc7oqwd2zgow1fs4z

Proof of life


Kitty has survived her veterinary ordeal and is expected to be fully recovered quickly.  Right now, she won’t sit still.  😀

Oh I’m Just SO Excited About Today

1250675188_family_guy_barfingYesterday was long and crappy and entirely unworthy of the title of “Sunday,” and I’m in the classroom all day today– 7th graders, no less– so I’m far from convinced that today will be better.  In fact the entire week is not looking encouraging at all.

Blargh.  Post some kittens in comments or something.

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