...and I'm just now blogging again. Figures, right? Hey, at least I'm still sneaking in at the once a month pace!
I have no idea what to blog about. Steve says to write about the Easter egg hunt we did last week, or Hunter's announcement that he is definitely allergic to direct sunlight, or Sarah's bizarre costume she wore to a cosplay convention in Nashville, or some idiocy my cats have gotten up to, or the new flowers that finally got put into the flower bed, or my latest race to the death with a stitching deadline I'm pretending doesn't exist.
All decent ideas. Nothing coming to mind about how to word any of that to be even remotely entertaining to anyone else.
Zippy is sitting in my lap demanding attention. It'd be cute as all get out if I didn't think she was secretly plotting how to sink her teeth into my jugular in retaliation for yet another vet visit. She's been having urination issues the last month or so. The issue being that she's urinating on our bed which is waaaay out of character for one of the most well-behaved cats I've ever known.
Took her to the vet to get her checked for what I was sure was a UTI, but they couldn't get a sample out of her no matter what they tried. They were completely in love with her about twenty seconds after taking her out of my arms though. See, Zippy hugs. Tightly. Especially when she's frightened. So the doctor thought it was just adorable that he peeled her off of my neck only to have her flip around, wrap both front legs around his neck, and press her head up under his chin.
Then she started squeezing.
And pushing her head harder.
And squeezing some more.
And nuzzling.
And the doc's eyes got wide.
And his face got red.
And his mouth opened slightly.
And his face got purple.
And the tech and I had to remove the growth from him.
Zippy is the sweetest, cutest, furriest boa constrictor you'll ever meet.
But after they were forced to resort to using a needle to get a urine sample directly out of her bladder and then cram the first of many pills down her throat to combat the massive bacterial infection she has, I'm a little concerned about my wellbeing for the next couple of days. Well, that and I keep checking to see if she's piddled on my pillow in revenge yet.
"Wow, Kiri! Your shampoo has a ... unique ... scent to it. What brand are you using?"
"I believe it's called Salon de Take-me-to-the-vet-again-and-I'll-eat-your-eyes-while-you-sleep."
*sigh*
Sleep is totally overrated anyhow, right?
