I may go join them later if he starts acting normal. Maybe.

Ugh, sarameg. I hope both you and Loki recover from his fright soon.

I emptied the dishwasher! I even put some dirty dishes in to it again.

It's not much, but it's something.

lisah, did your restaurant Hannah do a Stoop story? Because I'm thinking I'm hearing it.

Addendum: Pretty sure Loki's issues are fear-based, though I'll keep an eye on the toes, since that probably is uncomfortable. I put him back on the harness, which was fine. But when I took him outside, he wouldn't get off the porch, which is unheard of.

He'd been hiding under the bed in the spare room, which he never does, so that was part of why I freaked. Other part was he was running from me, and not in a fun way. I brought down the foam cube cathouse and put him in it with some catnip within view of me, and that seems to have taken care of his fear of me. He's also washing the injured paws now, so that seems good.

At this point, I think my eyes are too poofy to go out. We won't talk about the raccoon face (I had full makeup on at the time.)

I was so looking forward to going out with the crew, but even now, I just wouldn't enjoy it.

Poor Loki and poor you.

I feel so lame.

Nah.

I'm super excited because I just found Single White Female on the free movies on demand menu. THAT's lame.

Now that I am sure an ER vet visit isn't in the future (at one point I thought one of his blobs of fat was a spider bite. Yeah, rational!=here) I am applying alcohol to me.

At least it looks like I have a regular vet appt for the 3 on Tuesday and can get his feet looked at? I think I'll take the day off.

Heh. I think if someone canceled on me saying "my cat seems scared" I'd be quite certain they were blowing me off. Yet Sara makes sense.