Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Laura!

Aurelia, if it helps, I don't think my knees could handle going up and down stairs for four hours. Without lights. Heck, my legs would utterly give out much sooner than that!

Happy Birthday Laura!

Amy, I feel that way too. Also, kittens. But I'm hopeful the planned foster-cat will actually be foster-kittens (there's two weeks coming up I'll be at home all day so could actually feed kittens many times a day, which is apparently semi-unusual--the coordinator was very excited, and my roomie and I are going "OOH! KIT'ENS!"

I just decluttered my office (for values of declutter that include shoving stuff in a box, but at least now it's ready for 15 minute bouts of sorting) and it already looks so much better it makes me smile every time I walk in there. And I'm walking in there a bunch, because decluttering rewarded me with a bag of sour gummies, which I accept as the Universe's cookies, so I keep going in there to grab a few. I should probably just cook dinner, huh?

I would actually like a puppy more than a kitten to play with, but not to housebreak because I have zero energy for that right now. Plus a cat who's peeing in the house neurotically already.

Oh, I fully expected to be sore and tired. I did not expect my right knee to simply say, "No. No more stairs."

Oh, speaking of peeing neurotically, the Biscuit's issues cleared right up, suspiciously after going to the vet but before the antibios probably had time to kick in. I dunno, maybe he just likes the vet? But I'm happy the problem seems to be solved, and the Biscuit is happy because he weighed in a little low and is therefore getting extra food and treats.

I would actually like a puppy

There is the cutest puppy at my gas station/corner store. He looks like a brown husky (has blue eyes and husky pattern, but I have never seen a brown one.)

aurelia, I feel for your knees. And you.

But I'm happy the problem seems to be solved

That's good! I think we're looking at Feliway and a new rug in the back room since Nature's Miracle isn't doing the trick, and probably not dog-sitting for my parents anymore, since that seems to be the root of the problem.

It's sad-making because we really wanted to get a dog, and I don't think Switch is going to go for it. Also, I can't go for it if he's going to be terrorized *and* marking all over the house if we do.

I spent a good chunk of the afternoon dithering about what to do about my cat's food, since the vet is on vacation this week, so I couldn't get any actual advice. He's still puking up the prescription food occasionally, but no worse than the other, so I think I'm going to keep him on it for six months (barring any real indications to the contrary), and THEN bring him back in for weighing and bloodwork and whatnot. Poor boo.

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Pictures that perfectly capture the 90s.