Hurry Up and Wait

Something for you to enjoy while I'm away on vacation

Happy Holidays!

See you after the 1st!

At least someone likes the kitty litter

Punkin healed beautifully from his declawing and we are thrilled. He did pretty well with the newspaper pellet kitty litter that our vet reccomended, but somehow he missed one vital point of using it as kitty litter. He never covered up his poop. As a result, the spare bedroom always smelled like fresh poop. No amount of air freshener, cleaning out or chaning the kitty litter helped. So, finally he ran out of that crap. The kitty litter, not the actual crap.

And it was back to the clay stuff. The stuff that I have always hated, because the dust drives me crazy. And he went crazy. He immediately hopped in and proceded to christen the new load of litter. Nathan hadn't even finished pouring it yet! Punkin had a ball digging and digging and digging away in his tiny little "sandbox". All day long the digging went on and he even started to make some funny little noises as he dug. "Bdddddddd, Bddddddd". I think it means, "Oh, I love this stuff!"

So now he is happy as a clam the cat that caught the canary. Or something like that. Excuse me, I have to go blow my nose. This kitty litter dust is driving me bonkers.

A little better

Things are looking up somewhat...

• The stained PJ's actually look pretty good now that they've been washed (and I'm feeling better too, since my period is finally over)

• Idiot brother-in-law finally screwed his head on straight and is back at home with his wife (still not sure why she wants him back...)

• Nathan is suppoesed to call the RE's office sometime this week and see if he can't hurry our appointment along

• If Nathan does go overseas it will mean extra $ (and I may be able to join him in time for our anniversary)

• I still miss my kitty, but my other kitty seems to be doing his best to cheer me up (at least that's what I tell myself when he sneezes in my face...)

Brat cat

I felt very guilty Sunday. Punkin was limping horribly and he kept crying at us begging us to take the bandages off. He was so pitiful that we ended up carrying him everywhere (which I think was his plan after all) and making sure he didn't have to jump to reach anything.

Rotten little cat. As soon as the bandages were off yesterday morning, he was running, jumping and playing with the dog like nothing was wrong. It could be that one of the bandages was a bit too tight, but I think he was just enjoying the extra attention.

One thing I have realized thoughout this is that whoever invented pain medication that you can give to your cat by just rubbing it in their ear is a genious. I am so glad that we don't have to try and force a pill into Punkin because the little punk surely wouldn't cooperate!

*Sheepishly coming out of hiding*

Um, sorry about the ignoring of the blog. I have this weird thing where I get started on something (new book, new game, new whatever...) and it's hard to get me to concentrate on anything else. My laundry pile is a prime example of what this does to the rest of my life. I'm still addicted to my Sims, but I shall try to make a few blog entries a week so that y'all don't feel too neglected.

And now for you reading pleasure, and account of our current goings on. With a little history lesson and picture, too!

One month

Well, today is one month since losing Fidget. Having Punkin to cuddle helps, but there is no way he will ever fill the gaping hole in my heart left by my first baby. I almost forgot what today's date was until I read this post over at Enough Already!. Oh, God, this hurts.

And this
doesn't help.

House call

You know you've gotten accustomed to military life when the caller ID says "US GOVT" and you don't get the slightest bit worried about it.

Today's call from the government was from my doctor. In the civillian world this may not mean much, but when you're used to doctors that will only see you for one ailment at a time ("Please decide which of your symptoms you want addressed, because the doctor doesn't have time to take care of all your problems.") it's a big deal to have your doctor call. Not that she was worried about saving me a visit to the clinic--she was most likely trying to make sure she didn't have to see me.

So, now I have a brand spanking new prescription for Claritin and Flonase. Her reccomendation if that doesn't work? Think about getting rid of the cat. I'm not overly fond of needles, but I'd gladly take allergy shots to avoid getting rid of my baby. But I will consider locking him out of the bedroom at night.

Punkin would like me to pass along a few words of wisdom to any cats that may be reading this. "If you are going to eat the dog's food, make sure he is not in the room or else you could end up looking like me." (No, that's not a marble in his mouth, that's a nice little bump caused by Yoda chewing on his head.)

I love allergies

I've had allergies for as long as I can remember and I've hated them that entire time. This weekend I found a new reason to hate them.

Punkin has decided that he must sleep curled around my head. This is all cute and cuddly until I wake up and realize I can't breathe. So then I have to take some more allergy medicine which makes me tired and go back to sleep. And then I wake up with the cat on my pillow again.

Now before you start asking "Why do you have a cat if you are so allergic to them?" let me explain something. I have to take a prescription allergy medicine to deal with the dust and such that we all live with. Usually, that prescription is enough to handle my allergy to cat dander as well--provided the cat in question doesn't sleep right on my pillow.

Last night I was hoping that my kitty would decide to sleep somewhere other than on my head. He slept in the other room on the futon with Yoda (who usually sleeps in bed with us). So now I can breathe, but neither one of my "babies" wants to sleep with me anymore. You just can't win, can you?

Now please excuse me while I try and extract my kitten from my leg. I never knew my purpose in life was to be a cat's scratching post.

Can't fool me

The kitten acted like he hated living with a dog, but I know better...

Before I forget, I'd like to thank everyone who has offered support over Fidget's loss. It's still hard, but this new little Punk is making it harder for me to dwell on my loss. Except for the loss of sleep caused by him insting on sleeping underneath my head and then complaining about my rolling over on him by meowing right in my ear. I plan on dwelling on that loss all day.

Also, I appreciate the tips on how to deal with those lovely little kitten claws. If at all possible, I'd like to avoid having Punkin declawed since we had a bad experience with Fidget's declawing. (She decided that the glue/stitches were better off out and caused herself to lose quite a bit of blood all over the carpet.) However, I'd like to avoid needing to replace my couch in the near future as well. So I think we are going to try all of the options y'all mentioned for the next month or so and see how that goes before we make a final decision about wether or not to have him declawed. Of course, you'd have to be pretty heartless to stay mad at a kitty this cute no matter how mangled the furniture gets.

Heart mending, arms scratched

Kittens are adrable, but do they have to come with claws? I mean, really, they can kill mice and climb trees without them--why the heck do they need them? Oh, that's right, it's to make the people stop picking them up so darn much.

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After yesterday's breakdown, it was decided that the best way to get my mind off of my lost kitty and to help me regain my sanity would be to adopt a new kitty. It's working--sort of. I haven't had a lot of time to mope over Fidget's loss while chasing this new ball of fluff, but I can't not compare everything he does to how Fidget acted. And you can forget sanity when you are trying to keep an eight week old from chewing/clawing everything in sight.

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At the vet's office the other day I saw a poster about things every dog lover should do. The last couple of lines can apply to cats as well: "know that they can't be replaced, but that you will fall in love again." That is absolutely true.

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Pictures of our new kitty can be found here. His name is Punkin (mostly because we enjoy calling him Punk when he gets into trouble). He's still not quite sure about sharing a home with a dog, but he does enjoy dog food (it's much tastier than kitten food, I'm sure). For the most part Yoda could care less about having a new kitten in the house, but he does get a little ticked off when the little punk starts helping himself to his food...