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collisionwork) wrote2007-01-26 08:03 pm
collisionwork) wrote2007-01-26 08:03 pm
Friday Late Cat Blogging
Actually got some work done today - not as much as I'd like, but more than I figured.
Hooker had to have the hematoma in his ear drained and sutured, and it'll be kinda scarred, but he'll still be cute. He has to wear one of those "cone of silence" things around his neck for at least a week, maybe more, and he's none too pleased about that. But at least he's all okay, and the floppy terrier ear he'll have will probably be quite adorable, like the Little Rascals' dog or something.
So, it's not quite as chilly in the apartment as it was this morning. When it's that cold, the cats just want to lie around like lumps.
Give em a little heat, though, and they're back at attention.
And maybe they're even plotting something crafty.
Now I have to go clean up the mess Hooker makes when he tries to eat wet food from a plate with the plastic cone around his head -- half winds up in his mouth, a quarter on the floor, and a quarter on the plastic cone, with Hooker craning his head around trying to reach the little meaty bits.
Hooker had to have the hematoma in his ear drained and sutured, and it'll be kinda scarred, but he'll still be cute. He has to wear one of those "cone of silence" things around his neck for at least a week, maybe more, and he's none too pleased about that. But at least he's all okay, and the floppy terrier ear he'll have will probably be quite adorable, like the Little Rascals' dog or something.
So, it's not quite as chilly in the apartment as it was this morning. When it's that cold, the cats just want to lie around like lumps.
Give em a little heat, though, and they're back at attention.
And maybe they're even plotting something crafty.
Now I have to go clean up the mess Hooker makes when he tries to eat wet food from a plate with the plastic cone around his head -- half winds up in his mouth, a quarter on the floor, and a quarter on the plastic cone, with Hooker craning his head around trying to reach the little meaty bits.