May Grace's surgery go well.
And just love to sarameg and MK.
To add to the cat woe clan, Mo (age about 14/15 or so) has an eye infection (well, technically, an infection behind one eye that's pushing it forward) that may wind up needing to get drained. She's been on antibiotics for almost a week now, and the swelling's still there. Of course, it was a holiday weekend, so we couldn't get her in to see anyone over it, and then yesterday, her vet was out, so we couldn't get the refer we needed.
Poor old girl.
Eu Clair is soooo close. Close enough to drive over there and ask WTF?
Do it! Take pictures!
I am sort of caught up. At my mother's, I can read but if I try to do something like type, I am accused of spending "all the time" on the computer. This is apparently rude. Telling the same stories about why other people suck over and over is apparently not. It all turns my brain to mush.
Best wishes to all the old cats. May they live pain-free lives until they slip away to a land of catnip and slow mice.
My nerdiest thing over the weekend was probably fixing things on my sister's computer, but that comes more under the category of emergency surgery. Her e-mail client hadn't been working since May. She doesn't seem to have noticed. I do increase the nerd factor by 11 by walking into the house.
One of their neighbors has named his wireless network "FBI Surveillance Van."
My weekend was a NERDFEST. Go look in the Supernatural thread for links (recent.)
Mister Kitty's gone. Purred in my lap up until the end. All the techs and vets cried.
It wasn't the diabetes. I'm disconcertingly happy about that. We beat that shit, damnit, for well over 8 years. And we were still beating it. Probably kidney failure and/or cancer given the way it presented, but really no point in figuring that out given his age.
Anyway, I knew this was the likeliest outcome.
He'll be missed: elvis-sneer, pre-nap echolocation, dirty old man tendencies, headbutts, horrible litterbox habits, old-man face and quite frankly, the most unflappable, accepting, affectionate cat I've ever known.
Time to cold compress my whole damned head and hole up and have a pity party for a bit.
Mister Kitty's gone. Purred in my lap up until the end.
Oh, I'm sorry, sarameg. But I'm glad he was purring all the way. He got a good life.
a land of catnip and slow mice.
A well-timed mention. Peace and well-lit napping places to you, Mister Kitty.
edit: The onset of winter is a hard time for old critters.
Oh, sarameg. It's so hard. I'm so sorry.
So sorry Sarameg. And What Connie Neil said.
I am so sorry, sarameg. He had a great life with you and may he find everything his little kitty heart desires in his next life.
