my least favorite thing that came with cell phones and texting is the expectation to be social 24/7
we all carry around devices that allow us to be contacted at any time, without warning or context
if you aren’t feeling social and don’t respond to a text, it can be interpreted as rude, despite the fact that you didn’t have any say in whether or not that conversation should happen at that time
sometimes i just wanna spend time by myself
My poor kitty just can’t catch a break (and neither can my wallet)
Little man cat has been hospitalized off and on for the past year for chronic pancreatitis. It took me a long time, but I finally got his diet just so (or so I thought) and he’s been good for several months.
Last week he fucked up his leg and had to go in to the vet…aparently he has a loose joint in his knee. It has gotten better, but they told me it is likely to injure easily and may require surgery later in life. So there’s that..
And then…last night. He started walking around trying to pee EVERWHERE. He popped many a squat, but nothing would happen and he seemed distressed. He kept staring at me and cried when I touched his belly and that’s when I knew he had to go in. At the kitty ER we discovered he did indeed have a bad blockage in his urethra. Had we waited any longer it could have been disasterous — I am so thankful that he lets me know when something is wrong and that we chose to get immediate care.
They operated last night and he’s doing well now, but he has to stay for a couple days to make sure there are no complications :(
I love my baby cat so much. He came to us as a tiny baby during the height of one of my worst ever depressive episodes. He has been such a tremendous help for me in the past couple years, and it hurts my heart to see him constantly suffering.
We have to go back to the drawing board for food…which is going to be a challenge as he’s super finnicky. But the food he’s currently on is clearly not good for urinary health…and the urinary food recommended is not good for pancreatic health. So I’m not quite sure what to do.
Then there’s money. After this round of hospitalization our savings is exhausted and we are several thousand dollars in debt :/ I may try to set up some sort of donation page when I’m not sleep deprived and incoherent. I hate that it costs so much to make sure my baby is healthy and safe, but I do so appreciate how amazing our vets have been in supporting us in this very difficult journey the past year.
Baby grendel is only 2 years old…so I know these are going to be lifelong worries. He is such an amazing little (weighing in at a measly 18 pounds. heh) kitty, and I wish he didn’t have to go through this. But I will give everything to make sure that he’s okay. He is seriously the best cat I have ever had the pleasure of sharing companionship with.
He is the biggest snuggler and loves to give all the kitty kisses. He grooms noses and rolls on his back while chirping to get attention. When it’s time for bed, he demands fresh kitty wter. He has his own glass next to the bed and he gallops into the bathroom every night and stares at the sink until I go get his glass, empty it, and fill it fresh. Then he gallops to the bed and waits for me to bring it specially to him. He is a spoiled little monster, but I love him.
I want him home. :(
Blargh. This has been a grendel appreciation post. Sorry for its length.
Emailing relative: Check
Folding laundry: Check
Getting out of bed: Half-Check? (Did most of these tasks while still in bed…)
Cleaning: Unchecked, but that’s okay because look at all the other checks! Kind of…
I don’t want to type the word check any more. Life is anxiety and poop and I’m barely passing. But woo gold stars for trying! Right? Yes. right.
I can’t sleep and I’m fucking grumpy about it.
Grendel (my cat) keeps trying to cuddle with me, but I’m too fidgety. Every time I move he starts licking me as if to say “Stop moving mom. Here, let me soothe you with my razorblade tongue. This is helping right? Please sleep mom, I want to cuddle you”
Thank you little (read: gianormous) cat. I wish I could sleep too…but I can’t.
Such is life sometimes, I suppose.