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I imagine she is thinking something along the lines of "traitor". Sadly cats don't listen to explanations (not that humans always do).
The English Don't Know Nothing About No Sanford and Son Complaint Thread.
I hear small dog sweaters or infant onesies can do as well to keep them from licking what ought not to be licked. Would something like that work for your cat?
(I realize the answer to this might be "heh, no, I don't want to die trying to get it on")
I remember we put a little kid shirt on the family dog after he had an issue (I think I was 12 or so at the time), and he seemed a lot happier than with the cone, but... dog.
I'm not sure. If she can get to the stitches, she might bite through the cloth. I could ask the vet what they think, though. The stitches on her side are near her left shoulder.
She finally came out from behind the litter box about an hour ago, and I got her pain meds in and fed her some treats and a squeeze-up treat. Plus her dry food is out now, although I'm not entirely sure she can reach it with a cone on. This is going to be interesting. I ordered her some elevated bowls that will get here tomorrow, so maybe that will help her get to the food.
If the shirt won't work, there are other non-plastic cone options... they make fabric cones, plus there are donut-collars that keep their mouths from being able to get back to the rest of their body, but aren't as much of a barrier to daily living like eating and navigating the house. Of course, still not going to like it, but maybe it would be a lesser evil? Lots of options on Amazon for either of those, and some of them are whimsical and cute.
I had YouTube on the other day and it shifted to an episode of 'What Your Cat Hates What You Do' or something like that. Well one of the things the guy brought up was their whiskers being like radar (detecting air movement & alerting her to danger) and they can't stand them being messed with, blocked, bowls that get in their way.... Since then I have been careful about touching their whiskers.
Is the cone blocking her whiskers? If so, she might be freaked because her early warning system can't detect danger around her. Is there a way to free up them? Trim the areas where her whiskers stick out? (No clue if that is feasible or workable but I thought I would suggest it to you.)
I am so happy you both made it through the procedure safely. Now you just have to survive the aftermath.
Poor kitty. Good thing the surgery went well though.
LMAO
complaint: Was too rainy for a walk in the evening when we got up, and it will still be too rainy when the sun comes up, so no walk before bed. Little Dude is 110% feeling it.
Grateful for even the rough days, but I'd be even more grateful if today was a little less rough for both of us.
In blatantly stupid news, he qualifies for his diapers through Medicaid because of his disability. They come from a medical supply subscription service, which sends out a monthly confirmation email where you have to certify a bunch of stuff, including that you have less than a 10-day supply remaining.
The email is sent 14 days before the date that they ship the product.
They also have a maximum amount of diapers per day, for a total of a maximum of 30 days in the month.
Because all months have 30 days, and everyone goes to the bathroom exactly that number of times in a day.
Someone make it make sense.
Bean Counters
MIL is bed-bound and has similar stupidity through the NHS, only they do renew every 30 days, not every month. It is largely correct for her because her nappy is changed when the carers come, 3 times a day. But re-ordering even 1 day early leads to an order rejection after a week. And they won't allow a second order while the first is being processed. And their delivery time is 5 days, earliest order 12 days before they run out. Basically they try to time it so the order runs out just before delivery (assuming everything works properly). We have 1 pack of 30 spare we bought for her to cover the days when it doesn't work properly.
Regards,
Richard
Oh I definitely get that it's a fraud prevention thing (because clearly I have the time and energy to sell diapers on the black market, I guess), but to be able to say with a straight face that it's reasonable to send the "do you have less than 10 days" email 14 days before shipping...
The math doesn't math.
I'm sorry you have to deal with that too.
I have spares on hand to cover the shortages as well. It just blows my mind that there's such a (rightful) emphasis on making sure the vulnerable have their hygeine needs tended, and then they turn around and act all skeptical about if you REALLY need that many diapers in a day. Dude, sometimes we go through that many diapers in one poop, because if I'm not johnny on the spot with that, I get to clean it out of my carpet, and he doesn't always let loose with all of it all at once. And that's not even counting the ones that weren't heat-sealed together properly at the seams, so they're unusable. And he'll also blow through about two of them after a bath because apparently kids can drink their own weight in tub water.
Same thing with Teen Kiddo's ADHD meds. I get it's a controlled substance and all, but they make you go right down to the wire with getting the next month's batch, and then if the pharmacy doesn't have it in stock you have to scramble because -- it being a controlled substance -- they can't just transfer the prescription over to one of their other branch locations that does have it. You have to go through the doctor to get that handled, and gods help you if it's on a weekend.
Decendents of the Golafrinchan Ark Ship "B".
OMG - head is shaking.
I did mention a donut to the vet tech, but she didn't think it would be enough to keep Shasta from biting at the stitches. I assume that's because they're kind of by her shoulder? IDK. She's calmed down, though, so that's good.
Sorry for those of you having to deal with stupidity about diapers. How awful. LIke there's diaper fraud going on. Be real.
They're not even particularly good diapers, either. I mean, they get the job done, but it's not like they're Huggies.
But hey, who knows, it's always the quiet ones, right? I could become the Robin Hood of diapers if given too many. O-de-lally.
An Observation: It rained here two days ago. Rained heavy, heavy heavy.
Yesterday while doing dishes I noticed the farmer neighbor up the hill was down by the main street with his tractor, scraping his garden dirt up and carrying it back up the hill, again. Everytime he does that it goes back up the hill with more gravel gleaned from the roadway.
Non-complaint: Upcoming mini-adventure. Eye appointment tomorrow on the far side of the city. Wheee..., a chance for a significant change of scenery, with breakfast at Wendy's, a visit to the mall, shopping at JC Penney's, and a decent restaurant lunch at Olive Garden. Two weeks after that will be an appointment with my primary physician, a breakfast at a little cafe near the hospital, and a blood test at the hospital lab. Excitement unbounded.
... ... ...
After Eye appointment: Meh..., went OK, but after receiving the doctor bill I couldn't justify extra shopping and a proper lunch at Olive Garden. So, just returned to near side of the city to the little hole-in-the-wall beanery in the decrepit mini-mall for a wonderful Biscuit & Gravy breakfast with a side order of bacon (yum, bacon!). Then picked up Chinese takeout and Uber'd home. 'Nuf spent. Mischief managed.
Just thought of this joke. Hope you get a chuckle out of it.
That's what my eye felt like when my best friend in Florida accidentally buried his finger in it during horseplay in a pond 50 years ago.
Tore muscles on the outside of the eye, and the side of my face was covered with blood. As he was rushing me to the hospital in his stereotypical "hippy van" with paisley paint on the outside, and smoke rolling from the windows, he ran out of gas at an intersection about 6 blocks from the hospital. Ever resourceful, he hopped out and banged on the window of the car next to us and frantically tried to explain that we needed to get to the hospital. The driver looked at the dripping wet, long haired, shaggily dressed, madman banging on his window, paniced and was about to drive away until I opened the side door of the colorful van, hopped out, took my hand away from my eye and showed the car's driver my bloody eye and face. Thankfully, he told me to "get in" and took me to the hospital. Friend in the van showed up later, after solving his gas problem. A half century later, that eye developed a detached retina proceeding from the point where the eye had been damaged that day. Delayed fuse?
All fixed now, but I remember....
A little four part harmony, maestro.
Hope this is enough for you to understand?
..since it is World Cup.(ignore the lead in advert)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEb1Zh8eptg&list=RD3w_vz8SdxUM&index=2
non-complaint: Got to stop at a garage sale yesterday with Teen Kiddo after their well-child appointment. They found some engineering textbooks that are probably as old as I am that absolutely had to come home (I told them to go talk to their grandfather about that, as I'm reasonably sure he still has everything from when he was in college, still, and it might make him feel good to have someone to pass them on to). I found a pair of Mario Bros. pajamas for Little Dude. And we both got to hear the entirely delightful phrase "I need more junk like I need a second set of armpits," which I am stealing and keeping forever, and I'm reasonably certain is the cosmic reason that I was in that particular place at that particular time.
Teen Kiddo also got some garage time with their grandfather, and he took them out beyond the city limits to do some stargazing once the sun was down. Guess there's a planetary alignment tonight, and for once the skies were clear for it.
My grandpa used to take me in his darkroom and show me how to develop pictures when I was a kid (I was the only grandchild of six to have the honor) and I'm so glad those two can have something like that to bond over.
Little Dude handled the off-routine time at his grandparents' place really well... he loves it there, but sometimes it's just more than he can easily process, especially towards the end of his day.
Also, I managed to not break myself while carry his sleeping, 70-lb self up both flights of stairs and down the hall to the bedroom once we got home. (Oof. That was a lot easier when he was a toddler.) Go me.
Hmm.
I have every one of my engineering textbooks still. Not one of them has been opened since university. The reason is that the books are academic, not practical. The academic stuff is needed to learn, but after college, you need to use the knowledge, not re-invent it from scratch because that's error prone & slow. Using knowledge gained is what's needed to get a job done.
It's great when grandfathers can give time to their grandbrats. I didn't have much of a chance as one grandfather died when I was 6 months old, and the other when I was 6. Real shame as they had so much they could have taught. One was a printer who had his house erased by a V2, the other had been in the artilliery and then a teacher after being demobbed.
Regards,
Richard.
I won the absolute lottery with my mom's dad, as far as grandfathers go... and I got to keep him until adulthood (he passed 15 years ago). Dad's dad finally kicked the bucket last year, and honestly the world's a better place for his absence. One out of two ain't bad, I figure.
But wanting my kids to have the kind of relationship I had with my mom's parents is a big part of why I stayed local when I moved out. And it totally worked out that way, and I couldn't be happier over it.
Dad's textbooks are all in a box in the basement, and I'm pretty sure it's the same box they were packed in when we moved into the house in the early 1980's (unless they got upgraded to a plastic storage bin at some point).
Sweet moment at the garage sale, though, as Teen Kiddo was all nerd-excited looking at the textbooks, and the fellow (who I assume was the books' owner) asked what grade they were in.
Just finished 8th.
He seemed a little stunned, and then there was this moment where I think he maybe saw something of his younger self in them. And instead of cautioning Kiddo that they were college books and surely over their head, he just said the books for sure had a thing or two to teach, then.
And depending on the level of the books, they might not be very far over their head. They topped out the standardized assessment (meant to go through 12th grade) last fall and were asking for homeschool lessons based off modified versions of my college bio and chem classes at age 7, so.... I have a feeling if Dad sits down with them, it's going to get absorbed pretty fast.
And all hail a personal in-house tutor, plus the vastness of the science resources on the internet... because but there's no way I can keep up with that kid on my own.
I bought a series of kids books 'How It Works' for my son (and me) when he was young. My father as an aerospace electrical engineer working on Gemini and Apollo crafts and would bring me to every space related event in the Los Angeles/Orange Counties areas and let me stay home to watch launches on TV in the early 1960s. I envy kids today who can go to Space Camp.
My college books got sold during a period of tough times for me. I've re-bought some of the more basic ones (calculus, differential equations, and Laplace transforms ), but the really technical ones dealing with circuit, antenna, and transmission line theories, advanced mathematics, logic design, semi-conductor electronics theory, control system theory, thermodynamics, strength of materials, etc. were interesting and helpful to be aware of (even today) but not completely understood by me so I've left them in the past.
But I would have never needed them anyway. My career was in software and operating system design. But there wasn't a lot in the way of formal classes or books about that when I got involved. Learned by the seat of my pants. Later it was computer system management & network management & analysis. Rode relatively high on the computer wave from the mid '60s until the early '00s. Then I just started floundering in the whitewater of PC management & repair at the end of the ride. Although, I do still have lots of manuals for several different computers.
Anybody need a manual for a Raytheon 706 from the late '60s? Or have a revived 706 and in need of advice? I'm probably the only expert left.
I have some of my old textbooks from my first degree... kept the ones that interested me, which was a lot of history and literature. Sold back a bunch because there are only so many copies of Hamlet one person needs (and some of the books I was glad enough to escape).
Second round through, everything was ebook. Some of them were on lease, so there they went. The rest I still have, but I'm glad they don't take up physical space because the page count on each is insane, and there were so many of them. It was a pity a couple of those communications textbooks were electronic, though, because I would've liked to have thrown them at a wall without damaging my tablet.
My Anatomy & Physiology book I paid extra to get in physical, but I donated that one to the lab once I graduated. They were always short on reference copies to use when working with the specimins, to the point that folk had to triple and sometimes quadruple up. I figured it would do more good there than on my shelf, and it was a little community college that was really doing its best with the funding it had, which wasn't vast due to wanting to keep tuition accessable as much as they could. They were really big on community outreach, too, so it felt good to help things along where I could.
I am working but I think my break is almost over!