warm weather days

ugh, sorry i left you staring at that nasty creation for so long. i was having personal problems, one aspect of which is my cat, who keeps projectile vomiting everywhere. she suddenly decided well into adult cathood to start being allergic to most foods, and, well, last week we were testing her on new food that obviously didn't go well. my sister has already dropped upwards of $400 on her for various tests and fancy foods that haven't shed any light on the situation. web searches have yielded about 15o different causes. right now she has her pet bowl elevated to chest level on a folgers coffee container draped in an old washcloth in case she has acid reflux. acid reflux? for fuck's sake. what happened to the cats of the old days who were fine off a lifetime of friskies and would spend their days outdoors doing cat stuff? i swear my cat gets her damn nails done and sips veuve in her free time, which is all the time.

the bitch about pet ownership is that you love your pet, but you sho' wish they would just eat crap you buy at the grocery store and shut the fuck up. there's a limit to your pet love, and it has a lot to do with how much they cost you. now with scarlett acting like a stomach diva, i have to haul my ass to the pet store and plunk down about $40 every two weeks just to keep her fed. it's retarded. i don't even think i spend that much on myself every two weeks.

i'm feeling cheerful after a dim few days. trev and i went on a beautiful hike on thursday near boulder, and then visited its little downtown area for beers (trevor) and burgers (me). ok, just a single burger. so gratifying to have a little fat blast after a couple of strenuous hours of scrambling up rocks. trev was swooning over the stouts on tap at this brewery, so we had a nice little swoon-filled break and drove home with a lovely splurgey cup of coffee. we relish these days where the weather has been gorgeous and we have enough time in our adult lives to go hiking on a weekday. after trev's graduation we're both pretty sure days like that are going to be rare luxuries.

catty is coming

not til late december or possibly january. southwest doesn't ALLOW animals now (wtf?) so i have to make other arrangements for her ass. but it's exciting! someone to keep me company during the days provided i remain unemployed through the new year. i just bought her a crate for her trip (finally), at the prodding of my sister who is sick of taking her ass to the vet all ghetto-style in one of these,


which is what i brought her home from the spca in. it's so battered she's learned to punch the top and work her way out.

we are really looking forward to getting a dog at some point, but it won't happen for a while since our building is cool with the felines but not so with the canines. sad. soon, hopefully. meanwhile we both gawk shamelessly at all of the pups that pass by in the park and the street, to the point where people probably wonder what the hell these two weirdos are staring at, and checking their noses and wiping their faces.

latest cat update

sister: kvgbkvbkvb (from scarlett who's on my lap)
me: hi scarly
whats she up to
sister: oh sleeping under the library chair in the
living room again. and sharpening her claws on the under side of the chair!
I caught her the other day on her back with all 4 claws in the chair!
me: lol
the usual
sister: yup
me: i am thinking about taking her to denver
sister: please do!
me: i hope she doesn't freak out again
sister: shes rubbing her face on the monitor
me: yeah
she'll bat the cursor, too, if she sees it
sister: mom will be pleased
she says, get away from me, you! to her all the time
me: lol
yeah, poor scarly
no one plays with her
she's a brat
sister: dad says it sounds like a fantastic idea, she will love the snow
me: lol
i'm going to teach her to board

catty catty catty

the cat was good today. even with multiple sources of overstimulation in the form of visiting relatives waving her cat dancer and green ribbons in front of her, and petting her the wrong way, and placing tempting feet with wiggling toes in her path, she didn't take a swipe at anyone. she hid under the sheet of red cellophane that housed my aunt's bright-orange gap jacket, she gamely lunged out after the dancer or prudently ignored it, she adored my aunt's gift box by rubbing against it but refrained from chewing, she even let me cut her nails after everyone was gone and only nibbled me once on the thumb. i think she's maturing. this is a good sign.

finally got skype to work - this time on my laptop - and trev and i have been talking. it's nice to talk without one eye on the timer, stressing about how much its costing him or my sister's international calling account. skype is a good, good thing. looking forward to going back if only to see my favorite face for a few days before it heads back to bj.

three and a half more days of clean air...