Yours is adjustable, Sue? (Also, you're in Canada, tight? Probably works differently there.)

Yeah, it's a variable rate, prime -.9%...adjusted every 90 days. It started out at 4.1 five years ago and is now, 2.1%. That's why I can afford to pay more on my mortgage. I just agreed to renew at a fixed rate of 2.99% for four years. (I don't know why but the best deal at all the banks was a four year rate.) It's a great rate, but still disappointing compared to what I have now.

Anxiety can be treated, even if the memory loss can't; however the anxiety aggravates the memory loss, so treating the one will likely help with the other.

My mom has probably had anxiety issues for years, but she's of the stoic generation that does not deal with their mental health. She also is pretty hard of hearing, which also may lead to her thinking she hears one thing and painting crazy pictures. I am hoping that her doctor will see some of this and get her to agree to treat it. He's told my dad that they will probably need to go slow with my mom, since she's not willing to admit she's got problems.

ETA: Oz, also fixed, tries to hump my throw cushions. I always make him stop, insisting he has to buy them a drink before he can hump them.

msbelle, if he can manage it, it's best to just turn away from the dog when she jumps, rather than shoving her down or giving her any kind of attention.

Dana is right. If you can get him to pretend to ignore her when she jumps, she'll learn that it doesn't get her what she wants (which is playtime & reactions).

My mom has probably had anxiety issues for years, but she's of the stoic generation that does not deal with their mental health.

Oh, Sue, that's so familiar, other than the hearing issue. My mother steadfastly refused to get any kind of therapy, but she loves pills. So pills it is, lots of them. They keep her anxiety somewhat manageable, so long as nothing unexpected happens (like a visitor) on any given day.

I keep telling people: get your mental health issues resolved before the dementia sets in, before it's too late to do anything about it!

... I laugh, but it's not really funny. Sigh.

Switch had a brief, very torrid affair with a fuzzy white glove of mine for a while.

My mother has been depressed for years. She won't admit it. She hates pills.

My sister's rabbit had several girlfriends of the stuffed variety.

Oh god, rabbits are the worst in regards to that. There's a reason the phrase "scrumping like bunnies" exists. Doesn't matter if they are missing all the pieces, the drive is still there.

We had a cat (I know--everyone but me in the apartment had a cat. I just had a room) who loved elbows. Freakish fuck. Like, you didn't have to be wearing the piece of clothing, but he'd find the elbows and knead and frottage and just disgusting.

My mother seems to be handling the cancer fiercely right now. I'm not sure that's the healthiest, but it's way better than many of the alternatives. I'm wondering if they explode at each other and don't tell me, because they all seem to be insane about everything. My sister is pretty much forcefeeding her, my father is totally coddling, and she's pretty much about to flip them all the finger and walk herself to chemo, both ways uphill in the rain.

My mother seems to be handling the cancer fiercely right now. I'm not sure that's the healthiest, but it's way better than many of the alternatives. I'm wondering if they explode at each other and don't tell me, because they all seem to be insane about everything. My sister is pretty much forcefeeding her, my father is totally coddling, and she's pretty much about to flip them all the finger and walk herself to chemo, both ways uphill in the rain.

From my perspective (which is admittedly not as a family member of a cancer patient), good for her!

Percy the Emo Cat is having an inappropriate relationship with a green plushy blanket on the couch

Amon had the same sort of reaction to a red plush blanket. We convinced ourselves that the occasional damp spot was from drool.

Leo kneads on and snuggles his face on the plushy blankets, too, especially if I'm under one of them. But he doesn't get all humpy.

The real downside of Percy's love is the fluffy green bits all over the floor and the couch.