Sorry I don't have any suggestions, Sean.
I just went grocery shopping, and have determined that nowhere in my neighborhood has plain unsweetened soy milk. I found several brands of plain soymilk with sugar, and one brand of unsweetened vanilla soy milk, and a zillion different kinds of vanilla and chocolate, but no plain unsweetened. (I also need plain unsweetened almond milk for a recipe I want to make, but I knew I'd have to go to Whole Foods for that. But I expected the regular grocery store to have at least one brand of the soy.)
t /first world problem
Sean, your situations sucks, especially since when you do have work, you are so, so busy. I had this idea that you could maybe ask everyone you know for $30, against spending 2-3 hrs doing their least favorite chore, or some such. Except I suspect that would be impractical, since you might be up to your ears in work by the time they could cash in.
I really don't know how not to be sick with worry about T right now, and nothing that anyone is telling me or I'm telling myself is helping.
sj, why not just give yourself permission to be worried? While her prognosis appears good, M has had something happened to her which IS extremely worrisome. Come to think of it, being merely worried is irrational. Your BFF had a stroke. If you were both 70 it would be worrisome. At her age, it's f-ing terrifying. Yeah, you need to be able to keep the screaming in your head to a dull roar so that you can continue to function. Screw it, no you don't. I hereby give you permission to be freaked out, for as long as you need to be. You also have my permission to be thankful to the point of tears that she is going to be ok. You feel what you feel, and you take some time if you need to.
What a handsome fellow, beth. Congratulations to both humans and feline!
He ran around the house for a while ate tuna , had some catnip, and has been Napping - then waking up to complain. explain/ and talk - then back to nap
He's one lucky cat. It's sad for him that he lost his previous human, but as Peter said in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, he's landed on his feet and no mistake, to be with you and Matt, beth.
If only I could be sure he knew the litter box...( he was an indoor/ outdoor cat)
ran around the house for a while, ate tuna , had some catnip, and has been Napping - then waking up to complain. explain/ and talk - then back to nap
Ah, you have a Talky Cat. So do I. Joy. Especially when he wants to explain the difficulties of being Him to me, loudly, at 3am.
