Nov. 20th, 2016 12:10 am
plonq: (Omgwtf)
If I have learned one thing in the past year with all the time I've spent training at the head office, it is that Calgarian drivers are ... special. Any time drivers in a city can make me pine for driving in Winnipeg again, it should tell you something.

We set up a cat trap in the front hall using the box in which Amazon shipped my AAAA batteries. It was remarkably effective.

Every visit to IKEA seems to provide at least one surreal element.

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Nov. 3rd, 2016 10:39 pm
plonq: (Halloween Mood Too)
I completely forgot about my Halloween avatars. Oh well, it's still Halloween...ish until Christmas, right?

I posted here earlier about how I had been doing some work on our basement server to try and make it more stable. Since then, the server has been running much more reliably and I have cut its reboot cycle back to once a week on Sundays. If it still seems to be holding up by earlier December, I may cut that back to monthly - or just dispense with the reboot cycles since it probably reboots often enough on its own with Windows patches.

I celebrated its stability this evening by heading down and hooking up the scanner again. I grabbed a random pack of pictures out of our box in the living room, and discovered that the first (or possibly last) shot on the roll was a picture of Jaws. I didn't realize that I had any film pictures of her, but I guess we had her right around the time when we were transitioning from film to digital.

When you are trying to take and post a picture every day of the year, it should be no surprise that you run short on material after awhile. With the days getting shorter, and the weather getting sketchier, I'm taking more and more shots indoors again. I actually took this one when I had moved to the bedrom with my portable so that I didn't have to listen to the baseball game. It was getting to depressing.

Now that the Cubs have won, I hope they can sink back into obscurity again. Nothing against the team, but people have been jizzing themselves over them ever since they were mentioned in Back to The Future.


Aug. 3rd, 2015 11:51 pm
plonq: (Average Mood)
At one time, we used to head out almost every weekend to explore different parts of Manitoba. Initially we would go driving in the Probe, then we would take the Volkswagen after we swapped out the former for the latter.

We had both been lamenting of late how we had fallen out of that habit - our weekends seem to be full of other stuff these days. Since we had no other plans this weekend, we hopped into the car and drove up to the ruins of the Pinawa dam that they retired back in the early 50s. We did not know what to expect, but what we found was pleasant hiking and some surprisingly photogenic scenery.
Pinawa Dam

As I walked past Merry on my way to bed this evening, I had to turn around and come back here to post an entry. She was lying on her back, back legs splayed in all directions in the hopes of procuring some belly rubs. It occurred to me that our fat, lazy, belly-rub loving cat had come a long way from the foster kitten we adopted.
Retro Merry

It also occurred to me that if Pippin had survived, we likely would not have adopted this kitten. Part of what drew us to Merry was her tragic back story. She and her brother were orphaned kittens, who the shelter had paired up with a cat who lad lost her own kittens. She took to them right away, and cared for them like they were her own. She was actually a very personable cat, and one of my favourites of the cats we fostered.

When we brought home the fosters, there were two kittens; a larger female one that we named Merry, and her smaller brother who we named Pippin. They were both active and playful when we brought them home, though Pippin had (as [ profile] atara described it) a poopy butt. That is not entirely unusual in foster cats, as there are often bugs making the rounds at the shelter. Unfortunately it became clear over the next few days that he was not improving, but becoming weak and miserable.

[ profile] atara took him back to the shelter to see if they could help, but their vet ruled it as "failure to thrive". There was nothing we could have done differently to have changed the outcome. Merry thrived though, and by the time we took her and her adoptive mother back to the shelter, she was a bouncy, healthy kitten.

Two weeks later when nobody had adopted her yet, we went down there and adopted her ourselves. We had promised ourselves that we would not get into the habit of adopting cats that we fostered, but we had grown particularly fond of Merry, and she got along really well with Belladonna while we'd had her. She still does.

And that's how we ended up with this.

plonq: (OK...)
You let us down, Frankie. You said nothing about the snow.

Iin Frankie's defence, he was dead on with Sunday's forecast. It has been raining all day, and the wind has been howling since this morning. He missed the part about it turning to snow overnight though.

I sneaked outside with my camera earlier this afternoon to get a shot of how wet and drippy it is outside.

Belladonna knows that she's not allowed on the table, but that does not stop her from sneaking up there when she thinks we are not paying attention. This afternoon I caught her up on the table, trying to crawl into our good bread basket.

There is a cat butt in our good bread basket.

Naturally I scolded her and chased her down again, but not before I ran to get my camera first.
Bread Basket

I don't talk much about our current WoW guild here because there is not a lot to talk about. They are a good group of people who are all in this to have fun. We poke good hearted fun at one another, generally keeping it clean unless we know that we are in a group with no kids present. Even then, we can get a little lowbrow, but usually keep it respectful.

Here is a wonderful little video that [ profile] pfcottontail recorded last week that really captures the feel of raiding with this group. He's the one who told the joke that ended up playing through the whole video. It's worth watching to the end to catch Headstone's little rant.

Lest one think that it's all happiness and paradise, there is one member who does not seem to have noticed the unspoken memo about not discussing religion and politics, and he takes great glee in voicing his thoughts in a loud, opinionated and moreover ignorant manner. I don't know if he is actively trolling, or if he actually believes the things that he yells out in Vent.

He's a really special case. He's our own My Little Limbaugh doll with no off-switch. It's like he has a button on his nose, and every time somebody pushes1 it his mouth opens and starts regurgitating stale right-wing talking points.

There are many ways to get him started - if he does not start himself - but one of the fastest ways is to invoke the name of Obama. For instance, after we wipe on a boss at 1%, a guild mate might ironically say, "Thanks, Obama." Then you can almost hear the sound of his nose depressing, because he begins spewing his loud litany of ignorance into our voice chat. [ profile] atara and I have both had to manually turn his volume down just to make him less obnoxious.





I wish I was making these up, but these are all talking points that he has shat out in voice chat at one time or another. Like I said, I don't know if he is trolling, or if he is just one of those people who takes everything Rush Limbaugh squeezes out as gospel without doing even a modicum of research or critical thinking on his own. Maybe he was raised by wolves, and when they brought him back to the human world, they taught him English by letting him watch an endless steam of FOX News op-ed pieces.

In any event, I am very close to just outright muting him in game and in the voice chat. The loud, intellectually-insulting stream of nonsense that pours out of his brain just make it an unpleasant experience sometimes when he is around.

1 Sometimes guild-mates will push his button to get him wound up, but usually he just presses it himself, over and over, belching out stupid right-wing schlock-radio echo chamber points.
plonq: (Little Stinker)
[ profile] atara and I went up to Safeway today to do our usual Sunday shopping. I am glad that Sobeys opted to keep the Safeway brand, and much of the signature feel and branding of the store after they acquired the chain up here last year. The prices are a little higher for some goods than they are at other chains, but the shopping experience is much more pleasant. I can count on one hand the number of times I have found products that people put into their cart at one end of the store, and then ditch at the other end of the store when they decide they have lost interest. The ground hamburger ditched in with the bread at Extra Foods was a real head-shaker.

While we were picking out some fruit for our lunches this week, I noticed a 20-something girl picking through the broccoli. As she was shoving a floret into her bag, she brushed the display and three more tumbled over the edge and onto the floor by her feet. Without even bothering to look around, she picked them up, shoved them into her bag, tied it shut and dropped it into her cart.

As we wandered our separate ways, I was left to ponder on the question of whether she did that because she in an inherently reasonable person, or if she knew that people saw what she had done.

It led me to wonder about the larger question of why people do the right thing.

If you follow the teachings of many major religions, they tend to preach that we are always being watched and judged, not by each other, but by an all-seeing being or beings. The implicit suggestion behind many of their doctrines is that if humans were not under constant observation, the world would lapse into a chaotic mess of self-serving moral turpitude.

On the other hand, I think that people are generally well-behaved. I believe we are hard-wired, on average, to do the right thing. I think it was inevitable that we are that way, because we evolved as a community species where we could only thrive in an atmosphere of mutual trust. I think that's why most of us feel irritation when we see somebody throw his fast food containers out the window of the car when he's driving down the highway. People like him are an anomaly who put their individual convenience above the communal good.

I believe that most people would have put the broccoli in their bag, rather than kicking it under the shelf, or putting it back in the bin for the next person.

In short, I still harbour a naive faith in humanity.

Flowers in stark


Feb. 7th, 2015 03:41 pm
plonq: (Cat-like Typing Mood)
As I sit here in a Starbucks, sipping a white chocolate mocha and leeching their WiFi, it occurs to me that this is exactly the kind of situations I was picturing when I bought this device.

But that is not the focus of this post.

Ever since we returned from our late-spring vacation, Belladonna has become exceptionally clingy. She has always taken to sleeping under the lamp on my computer desk, but of late she has started demanding space on my lap - something that was usually the domain of Jaws or Merry. In fact, she will crowd her way onto my lap now whether Merry is even there first or not. When I work from home, Jaws used to follow me from room to room, or camp in the back hall waiting for me to pass that way. Now Belladonna has taken up that role.

She has her ritual times when she is more clingy than usual though, and one of those times is bedtime. [ profile] atara usually goes to bed before I do, and if I do not follow along soon enough after her, Belladonna will become agitated. She will plant herself between me and my computer keyboard, or just gad about in the computer room occasionally chirping to let me know that I am supposed to be in bed.

When I finally give in to her demands and begin heading back to bed, she alternately runs ahead, stopping to look if I am following or - if I am not moving fast enough - she comes back and rubs around my legs a few times to encourage me to move faster.

We were doing this ritual the other night, and as usual I stopped in the bathroom to brush my teeth and do other pre-bed activities. When I opened the door to head toward the bedroom, Belladonna was camped right outside. The moment I opened the door, she gave a chirp and dashed over to the bedroom door ahead of me. She stood up on her hind feet, chirped excitedly again and pushed the door open with her front paws, leading the way into the bedroom.

She usually hops up onto the bed ahead of me and waits for me to get settled in. Then she demands a minute or two of petting before she ups up and curls up on top of me. She spends the whole night curled up on top of me (usually on my hip or thigh, not on my head). This behaviour is new since our vacation last year. Before that, she would usually jump up on the bed for petting, then she would retire to the foot of the bed and find a clear space where she could avoid contact. If i rolled over and accidentally bumped her at any point, she would jump down and stomp out.

Now, I can roll over and she will readjust her position as needed. If she fall off of me during the night when I shift in bed she will immediately crawl back up on top of me and curl up to sleep again.

AH well, I prefer a clingy cat to an aloof one.



Jan. 11th, 2015 07:22 pm
plonq: (Gnar Gnar)
I was going through my pictures this afternoon, and I discovered that I have lots of pictures of Merry, and plenty of shots of Belladonna, but alarmingly few pictures of Jaws. To my defence, Jaws was an extremely difficult cat to photograph. It's not that she was camera shy, but there was something about a camera that either attracted her nose to the lens, or caused her to turn away and blink.

An astute reader will note that I am speaking of her in the past tense here, because she is no longer with us. The time of death was about 24 hours ago from when I am writing this, and the cause was a merciful injection. I was not in the room when it happened, but [ profile] atara was there to hold her cat until the end.

Jaws has been on a slow, downward slide for some time, so we have known that this day was coming, but that does not make it any easier. In the past few months she has been having difficulty with basic grooming, and her fur was badly matted. We would take scissors and a shaver to her when we could, but she had become far more resistant to the kind of pre-emptive grooming we could get away with in years past.

We'd had her to the Vet back in late summer, and he proclaimed her to be in pretty good shape for a cat of her age, other than kidney failure that is common at that age, a hyperthyroid condition, and a bladder infection that he fixed with a couple injections of antibiotics. We put her on a special, low-protein diet that we had to supplement with a couple of dietary powders and we carried on.

She had been stone deaf for well over a year, she was a bit senile, she looked like hell, and she smelled a bit because of her inability to properly groom, but we took care of her as best she would let us and loved her to pieces. Right up to the end, she was personable and loved her people. She was always the first to show up for meals, and in spite of her mobility issues, she would still find a way to jump up onto the bed to curl up with us at night.

As we were going to sleep on Friday night, we were both awakened by a frantic scrabbling sound. [ profile] atara turned on her bedside lamp to investigate and the first thing she noticed was that the bedroom door was closed. She mentioned that to me in a slightly accusatory way, but I was certain that I had left it wide open when I came to bed so that the cats could come and go during the night. Then she put on her glasses and immediately realized that the reason the door was closed was because Jaws was having a seizure, and had pushed it closed in the midst of her writing and thrashing.

Eventually the seizure stopped, and she began to wail in fear. Even though she could not hear us, we gently stroked her and tried to calm her as best we could. I was afraid that the affair had left her paralysed because even after she stopped thrashing, she seemed unable to control her limbs. She kept trying to stand, but only two of her legs were working. After about five minutes she was walking around again, albeit unsteadily. Her pupils were fully dilated, and it was clear that she was just bumbling around in a fugue state. When she stumbled out to the kitchen for a drink, we debated our next course of action and decided that we would let her be and see how she was doing in the morning.

I did not entirely expect her to make it through the night. She was quiet for a couple of hours (I know, because I think I may have slept for almost a whole hour that night), and she kept stomping in and out of the bedroom, sometimes calling to us, and sometimes wandering around to my side of the bed so that I could tease her ears for a moment before she stomped out again. Eventually [ profile] atara managed to corral her up onto the bed, and she settled down after that. I guess she'd just wanted to be around her people.

By morning, she was back to normal. She was the first out for food, and she destroyed her breakfast in her usual fashion. She was chipper and personable all day, following us around for attention and generally getting underfoot. When she was not latched onto us, she was sleeping on the bed, or camped out in the hall. We debated on what we should do with her, and we finally came to the consensus that we would keep an eye on her over the weekend, and take her back to our usual vet on Monday.

Then early in the evening she had another seizure.

It was much longer and more violent than the first. [ profile] atara cradled her and tried to comfort her as she convulsed, until the spasms slowly waned, punctuated by more wails of anguish from the terrified cat. We held her, and comforted her, wiping away the spit bubbles from her mouth as her raspy pants slowly ebbed and she weakly struggled to regain control of her limbs. Eventually she managed to struggle unsteadily to her feet, and then she reeled off aimlessly toward the living room. She was quite clearly oblivious to her surroundings by that point, and completely ignored the other cats. She almost walked headlong into Merry before her strength gave out and she simply lay down where she had been standing.

We called a 24-hour emergency vet, and packaged Jaws up into her carrier for what we both knew was going to be her last car ride. Jaws hated her carrier, and was normally very vocal any time we had to take her on a trip, but she was so unresponsive that we feared she might have passed away in the carrier. Even at the vet's office, she was almost entirely unresponsive to her surroundings. She did not even seem to be aware that she was in a carrier. As [ profile] atara pointed out, she was probably still deep in a fugue state from her seizure, but she had recovered from it fairly quickly after the first one.

The vet took her into another room and examined her while we waited. When she came to speak with us, her prognosis was as grim as we had expected. The cat's glucose levels were normal, and she showed none of the normal signs of epilepsy. She spoke of anti-seizure medication that we were free to try if we liked, but in her experience, she was fairly sure they would not help. Given the age of Jaws, and the suddenness and symptoms of the seizures, she was pretty sure it was a brain lesion, tumour, or a stroke. In short, the medication would not help, and Jaws would rapidly deteriorate.

She brought Jaws in so that we could say goodbye. Jaws was, again, largely unresponsive. She seemed to be vaguely aware of our presence when we kissed her on the head, and coddled her ears, and she showed some signs of contentment when I scratched her gently under the chin, but after a couple of minutes she lowered her head to her paws and zoned out again.

She was a stubborn old girl, but at that point I think she had finally given up. She'd had enough, and she was ready to move on to other things. I kissed her one last time on the forehead and left the room. I am not a strong person, and I could not be there for the next part.

That was the last time I saw her alive.

She was a good cat. Her passing has left the remaining two a pretty big hole to fill.

We loved you dearly, girl. I hope you knew that.

plonq: (Dramatic Mood)
I took a day off work on Friday to deal with the garage door installers. Unfortunately, when the installer showed up, he took one look at the job site and immediately started grousing about the estimator who came by and took measurements for the job. The guy who had come by earlier only measured the doors themselves, and paid no attention to the framing, the placement of lights, the rails, or any of the other important stuff.

The installer informed me that there was no way they could install the doors without redoing the frames, and that unless we moved both of the lights over the doors, they would have to go with low-profile doors on both sides, which would cause problems with the shelving that the estimator had also neglected to take into account. Since it was their fault for screwing up the estimate and measurements, he said that they would not charge for redoing the frames, but there was no way they could install the doors with the equipment and supplies they had brought. They made a follow-up appointment to come out this Thursday to install the doors, with the tacit understanding that I would arrange to move the two lights before they returned (which I did this afternoon).

With the lights moved, they can put full profile doors on both sides. The doors cost less than the low-profile one they were originally supposed to install, so I imagine that difference will partly cover the cost of framing (the price difference was not huge).

On Saturday we ran a few old monitors out to the curb and made a trip back up to Oak Hammock marsh. The marsh was almost completely thawed on this trip, and was sporting a much broader selection of migratory birds. We decided to be ambitious and tackled one of the more ambitious, 10km paths around the marsh. The first 3/4 of the hike was very nice, with lots of interesting things to see, and just enough rest spots along the way, but the last 2-3km of the hike was a gruelling death-march.

It was also, we discovered later, full of ticks. They had not been a concern on earlier visits to the marsh, but we got about a mile from the marsh when [ profile] atara caught one crawling up the side of her face. We pulled off the highway, and I found a couple more in the creases of my clothes, and another on her shirt. We checked the back of the car, and did a quick visual inspection of each other, but those were the only ones we found.

Until we got home.

We hung up our jackets and camera gear out in the back porch, then stripped down in the kitchen and gave each other thorough tick inspections. [ profile] atara found one crawling up my back, but otherwise we and our clothes seemed to be tick-free. When went for dinner later in the evening, she pulled her phone out of her purse and found a tick clinging to it. She caught another tick crawling up her shoulder when we got into the car this afternoon. Hopefully that will be the last of them.

We were kicking ourselves, because we had even talked about inspecting our clothes for ticks before we got in the car.

We were sitting at our computers this morning when it occurred to me that I had not seen Belladonna yet today. I asked [ profile] atara when she had last seen the cat, and she was remembered seeing the cat. She answered tentatively that she was pretty sure she had seen her at dinner, but was less certain when I pointed out that she had not shown her muzzle in here once during last night's raid - and Belladonna likes to make her presence known when we are by our computers.

We swept through the house, checking all of her usual hiding spots, but she was nowhere to be found. We finally concluded that she must have sneaked out the back door while we were carrying monitors to the curb yesterday morning. I went outside to see if she was skulking about in the yard, and I ran into the neighbour loading up his truck. I asked him if he had seen one of our cats outside, and he said that his daughter had recognized one of them wandering around in our yard yesterday morning. Great.

[ profile] atara spoke to the neighbours on the other side, and they also mentioned that they had seen one of our cats wandering down the sidewalk yesterday evening.


We did a quick sweep of the yard and neighbourhood, calling her and looking in and under things as we went, before returning home to file a lost cat report, and printing off a couple of dozen flyers. Originally we started going door to door, ringing the bell and asking the neighbours if they had seen the cat. A couple had mentioned seeing her this morning, each time further from our house. We split up so that I could continue scouring the streets and alleys for our cat while [ profile] atara stuffed our flyers into mailboxes around the neighbourhood.

In the meantime, we moved her litter box and food dish outside in case she was near enough to smell them and come back. I gathered up tools and wandered out to the garage to move those lights, and [ profile] atara decided that she would up the ante outside and put a bit of tuna on a place, since Belladonna loves tuna. She cracked a can of it and put a bit on a plate as cat bait. When she opened the back door to throw the can in the recycling, there on the steps was a rather dishevelled Belladonna, covered in cobwebs and looking rather frightened and miserable.

If she gets out again, we will skip all of the other steps and go straight to the can of tuna.

STOP: if you are following MLP:FIM and have not seen the season finale, this is a huge spoiler.
MLP:FIM Spoilers behind the cut )
plonq: (Gnar Gnar)
After weeks of grinding, I am two Celestial battles away from getting my legendary cloak. Bull and chicken are going down tonight.

At this point, those who have read the above line will be divided into two camps: 1) "I have no idea what I just read." and 2) "About time."

For those in the latter camp, all I can say in my defence is that the RNG gods frowned upon me and I had a terrible drop rate for the things that I needed. To give you an idea of how the drops have been going for me, I finished last week with 11/12. Last night I cleared wing 3 of ToT without success, and then cleared wing 1 of SoO, only getting my 12th shard on the Sha, and only because he has a 100% drop rate. This process has been so frustrating that I am tempted to make a big show of vendoring the damn thing as soon as I get it tonight. =/

Work has been a bit of a nightmare the past couple of weeks - though [ profile] atara will vouch for that, as she's had to listen to me grouse endlessly about it, and been witness to the frantic 22:00 calls that have kept me working late into the night. I won't go into a lot of detail except to say that we (and by "we" I mean the meatheads who head up my department) did a major platform move without adequately testing the new environment, or running things in parallel until we knew it would work on the new platform.

It didn't work. A week and a half later it still is not working. Our managing director "resigned" rather suddenly yesterday. This was his project, but even so the resignation has a very scapegoat feel to it - though based on the wording of the letter from the VP, I think it is possible that he quit out of frustration. Word on the street is that some of the more boneheaded decisions made in this project were forced onto him from higher up. It sounds like there may have been a bit of management dick wagging going on, with lots of boastful claims like, "We don't need no fucking safety net!"

It turns out that a safety net might have been nice after all. I would not be surprised to see a few more heads roll before this is done.
plonq: (Dubious Mood)
What better way to while away a blizzard than by hanging out in the house and taking pictures of our white cat?

Jaws is a far and away the most elusive of our cats when the camera comes out. Getting her to look at the camera is half the battle, and even when she does, her eyes are invariably shut when you snap the picture.

Belladonna was being cute earlier this evening, and I decided to try my hand at nabbing a picture of her. In shot after shot, she was either squinting, or had her eyes shut tight. Hm. She is usually not one to do that. I checked my camera's settings and noticed that I had the focus assist set, and I felt a bit silly as I was changing it back because I had forgotten that I had turned it on when taking a picture of the Christmas tree the a couple of weeks back. I tried a few more times to get a picture of Belladonna, but her patience was wearing thin, and I began to fear what she might do to me in the night if I kept pushing the issue.

I decided to tackled the Jaws challenge. She had been hunkering in the back part of the house for most of the evening, and I figured it would not take a lot of effort to coax her out with the promise of some human contact. She was very pleased to see me, and I had a cunning plan. My thinking was that if I shot at a fast enough speed (say, 1/640 of a second) I could catch her before she had a chance to squeeze her eyes shut. I took three pictures, and in each of them she somehow psychically anticipated the shutter and had her eyes shut tight. How does she know?!

She climbed onto my lap, and I decided to try shooting blind by holding the camera out at arm's length. The moment I did so, I realized that our cat was not some kind of magical, shutter-anticipating creature. At some point I had apparently turned on the focus assist on the flash. I sifted through the menus until I figured out how to disable that, cranked the flash around to give a nice, indirect light and held the camera out at arm's length again. I called her to get her attention and managed to capture this. Obviously it is not perfect, but I think it turned out pretty good given how it was shot. I did not even bother to crop it.
20130111 - Hello, Jaws
ISO 100, F 1.8,1/640sec, 35mm
plonq: (Bored Mood)
Merry is bored

And when she is bored, she drapes over things.
plonq: (Cat-like Typing Mood)
While it is not my intention to turn this journal into a dumping ground for photographs of my cat, Merry has been especially photogenic lately. In this picture she is engaging in two of her favourite activities; draping over the edge of a flat surface with her front legs dangling, and crowding my keyboard.
Merry is a big dork.
On another, unrelated note, this Cure remake of Purple Haze is completely off-the-wall. I like it.
plonq: (Geeky Mood)
I hope the results in LJ are formatted better than the preview in Semagic.

Your results:
You are Jean-Luc Picard
Jean-Luc Picard
Leonard McCoy (Bones)
Mr. Scott
Geordi LaForge
Will Riker
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)
James T. Kirk (Captain)
Beverly Crusher
Deanna Troi
Mr. Sulu
A lover of Shakespeare and other
fine literature. You have a decisive mind
and a firm hand in dealing with others.

Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Quiz

In spite of all the leading questions, I'm a little surprised by the results.

On another note, Merry has found a new favourite place to hang out in the evenings:
Under my monitor
Normally she's not much of a bother when she climes in there, but when she gets bored she starts knocking things onto the floor, and thumping about with her tail. I am going to keep my camera handy to see if I can catch a picture of her lying on her back, peeking at me over the end of the keyboard. It's the kind of thing that you'd see on one of those cuteness overload sites.
plonq: (Irked mood)
Goddamnit, I've had that "cat flushing the toilet" song stuck in my head all morning, and I forgot to bring my MP3 player with me when I left the house. If this doesn't stop soon I am going to start singing the Flintstones song to counter it.
plonq: (Usual Silly Mood3)
plonq: (Blank Mood)
What will $94.60 get you today?

For the cat:
One shot of cefovecin, an extended-spectrum semisyntheic cephalosporin (antibiotic).
One shot of methylprednisolone, a corticosteroid (steroid).
One full physical examination.

For me:
Instructions on what to do if this recurs again any time soon.
A lecture on why we should be feeding her more cranberry juice.
Instructions on how to give her vitamin C.

[ profile] pierrekrahn, the last time she had this the steroid cleared it up right away, so she should be okay while we are gone.
plonq: (Huggy Mood)
Merry loves her blanket.
Merry Blanket
Yes she does!
Merry Blanket Two
plonq: (Flying Spaghetti Mood)
It is a good day to make chicken broth.

At [ profile] atara's suggestion, we turned the arrival of our new monitors into an opportunity to clean up and de-clutter our work areas. You'll just have to trust me that this is de-cluttered. Since it will probably be another two years before my desk is this clean again I decided to snag a picture of it for posterity (behind the cut).

While I had the camera out, I decided to grab another shot of Belladonna, who was being cooperatively sedentary.

I am not entirely happy with the way that Flickr resizes the photos sometimes - in both of these cases they discarded the original photo size, and their algorithm added noise to the shrunk versions. Ah well, what do you expect for free?

Large(ish) pictures behind a cut. )
plonq: (Happy Mood)
Like the title says, here are three pictures (behind a cut) of Jaws. I spied her being very photogenic on the back of the love seat earlier today, so I snagged the camera and used the opportunity to play with a few of its settings (on the camera, not the cat).

Three pictures of Jaws )
plonq: (Sad Mood)
After months in our care, Strawberry is finally going back to the shelter tonight to be put up for adoption. We actually fostered her twice; first when she just needed some socializing, and then again when she was on the (long) waiting list for her ear operation. We nursed her through her persistent illness leading up to the operation (turned out to be an undiagnosed infection), and then through her recovery period after. She's now a healthy, happy, active little cat who's looking for a good home.

Strawberry Goodbye

I admit that I've become rather possessive of her in the time that we've hosted her, and if it wasn't for the fact that we've already got three cats, I'd be sorely tempted to adopt. As it is, we'll fill out her profile with lots of positive superlatives to try and convey to people that she's an awsome little critter. The poor little thing has had a bit of a rough life so far, so she's about due for a good turn. Alas, after this evening that will be outside of our control. All we can do is see her off and wish her the best.

Good luck, little girl.

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