veganhothead | Entries tagged with pip

After waiting for months for a friend to help me, I finally said "enough" and assembled that cat tower I got the bebes for Catmas ALL BY MYSELF!!!

http://www.canadiancattrees.com/store-products-SMT1010B-Castle-Tower_1097712614.html

The instructions were as stupid as I remember but apparently my head is less cloudy now that spring has finally sprung.

The cats are still a little unsure though Maggie crawled into the cubby hole for about three seconds and Pip was playing with the mousie toy a few minutes ago. All in good time.

Time to celebrate with a little Mothers Day treat!

Happy Mothers Day to all the amazing moms who still frequent this place.

Cheers!

There was a house fire just a few houses from mine today. There were four fire trucks, two police cruisers and an ambulance. I didn't linger because it would have made me feel like those people who slow down to take in car accidents, but it was something. I've never been that close to a fire before. Seeing all those people running around, the hose being brought out, smoke rising into the sky. I'm not sure how extensive the damage was (it's not like it was engulfed in flames) but that's someone's home.

It's got me extra cautious about making sure I blow out my scented candles before leaving the house.

^^

Pip looks smaller when he's sitting in my lap. Sure, he's all curled up now where he would be sprawled out on the floor, but it's more than that. Maybe he looks all kitten-y when he's wanting affection, I don't know. He's all purry and warm.

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Addy's got me into Cat vs. Human

http://www.catversushuman.com/

It's not only adorable, it reminds me of how GOOD my cats are. They don't sleep on my head, eat my food, scratch or bite that often...my angels!

*sniff*

Current Mood: thoughtful

-I GOT APPROVED FOR ODSP!!!!

This makes things easier financially and I got a decent lump sum in arrears...

-...which is a good thing because I have to make another trip to the vet, this time for Maggie. She's been sneezing the past couple of days. Not constantly, but as she rarely sneezed in her nearly thirteen years it concerns me. She's also occasionally making a sound that sounds like a cross between a sneeze and a sigh.

I have an appointment for tomorrow because I don't feel good about waiting especially since Labor Day weeekend is coming and if it turns into something worse, my only option is emerge and I'd rather not go there.

She's also due for a check-up.

Maggie vibes would be much appreciated.

-Pip's ear seems to be better *fingers crossed*

I really need my kitties to get better because all this worrying is keeping me up at night and making my skin all gross.

-I have my personal feedback session for my CBT group in a little over an hour. For some reason I'm a little nervous. Or maybe that's just crossover nerves from worrying about the kitties.

-I think a trip to the liquor store is in order.

Current Mood: anxious

I took Pip to see Dr. Clueless yesterday and he confirmed that, yes, poor bebe has earmites.

He tried to sell me on a heartworm pill and shot that was "a little more expensive" than eardrops that would have done the same job. Turns out it would have been about three times the cost, and since the visit itself was already costing me $50 (plus HST) and I had to factor in the cost of two cab rides, I went with the eardrops.

And you'd think he'd have cleaned out Pip's ear since he's supposed to be the vet but no he didn't. If my mind were clearer I would have requested it. He didn't even mention that the ear should be cleaned before starting the drops (fortunately I read the info that came with them).

Pip was not pleased about the cleaning or the drops (neither was Maggie), but he seems to be shaking his head less today and since he got snuggly with me this morning, I assume he doesn't hate me. I keep telling him the drops will make the ickies go away. But all he knows is his ear is feeling bad and Mummy keeps trying to put things in it.

Being a mummy is hard.

It looks like my sweet Pip has earmites so I have to take him to the vet before they lead to something worse. Sadly, the only appointment available tomorrow is with the vet that Pip and I don't really gel with.

How the hell did this happen?

Poor thing is listless (compared to his usual jet-powered self) and keeps shaking his head. I've got to stay calm for him until we can get this sorted out.

So vibes for Pip and his mummy would be muchly appreciated.

Current Mood: worried

Pip behaved like a pefect little gentleman on the way to the vet's office. Not a peep out of him. And it wasn't even that he was silent with fear, because I can tell when my kids are afraid.

And he was good in the waiting area of the vet's office.

Then we actually saw the vet. I've had this vet once before, when Pip had one of his many post-hospital follow ups.

Now no cat is ever happy to see the vet, but I get the feeling Pip is somehow particularly ill at ease with this guy. Or maybe it's me. Both times he remarked that Pip was acting grumpy. Well, what the hell do you expect, he knows you're about to stick a needle in his little butt. I made sure to tell him that Pip is normally very mellow and friendly.

Other than being scared, Pip is in good health and is down a pound or so since his last visit in March. He bounced back pretty quiclky when we got into the cab home.

I have to book an appointment for Maggie soon. I will make sure to get her in to see one of the Dr. Koraknais. I'm not saying the other guy is a bad vet but I've never heard Pip yowl the way he did when he got his shots this time around. I get a much better vibe with them and so do the kitties and I really need to start trusting my gut more.

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I started chapter 2 of Bad Dream School (Working Title) today. I hope to have a better title soon. Suggestions are welcome as long as you promise not to sue later.

Today marks the fifth anniversary of me being officially single. I figure if you can celebrate wedding anniversaries, why should I let this milestone go by unacknowledged.

Honestly, there's no hole in my life that could be filled by a man (except that one *groan* and these days it's just not worth it). One less bell to answer, etc. etc. I don't feel lonely or old maid-ish. I like that I rarely have to compromise. I like that I can cook whatever the hell I feel like eating without fretting "oh yeah, he doesn't like spinach." I can play whatever music I want to hear. And I have all the affection I could want from Maggie and Pip.

And I have no one to bitch about what a meanie I am for insisting condoms must be used if coitus is to take place.

I celebrated with an $8 TVP burrito and I would have bought myself a little present but the shops were too crowded today.

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Maggie hacked up more hair today. Sheesh, that girl won't have any left by summer's end at this rate. I need to give them both a good brushing.

Pip is eating like a little piggy these days.

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I got out my warm weather clothes today and put my winter stuff away, saving one pair of jeans and a few long sleeve tops just in case.

Still waiting for that first lilac sighting. I hope the late spring hasn't scared them away.

After being perfectly fine yesterday, I awake early to the sound of Maggie wretching. It looks like she has passed the hairball, so YAY!

She also threw up some partially-digested kibble and scared Mummy. But that may have been due to overeating. Maybe i didn't need to bring her that food yesterday. I just wanted her to eat.

But she's been fine since 8:00 AM *fingers crossed* and I gave her some more of that Laxawhatchacallit for good measure.

That had better be the last we see of you, evil hairball!

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Pip is hearing the call of the wild since the weather's gotten nicer. But due to the construction in the yard I'm not sure it's safe to take him out yet. I'll have to check with the landlord, and possibly cajole him into giving the yard a good once over. He really likes the cats.

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I made a split pea pilaf (pea-laf) and it turned out mushier than expected. It's still good, so I'll eat it anyway.

Cab fare there and back, $25

Food picked up because I was there anyway, $20.67

Mummy's peace of mind...yeah, priceless.

I figured he was shedding because of the cold, dry weather but the little tufts of hair comming out around his neck worried me, so I took bebe to the vet and was told, there's no fleas or signs of anything odd, and Pip has a very beautiful coat. Strange, I'm always flattered when people complient my kitties, but it's not like they have my DNA or that I can take credit for how cute they look. Still, I am their mummy.

Carrying his crate has buggered up my shoulder again. And I stretched before we headed out.

So very tired. And the week's just begun.

Still, Pip is good, and that's a little less stress.

I got dressed in a hurry and went out today.

It was over four hours before I got back home. Maggie came trotting out the second I got in but Pip was nowhere to be found. I opened the closet door and Pip shot right out.

He seems to be okay though he lets out a sad little "mew" once in a while. This has happened at least twice in the past month, him sneaking into the closet when I get my clothes out. I really must learn to check before I close it.

My poor bebe kitten.

Pip has recently found himself a fun new pastime. Except it's not a lot of fun for his mummy, especially when she's trying to sleep.

Silly boy got himself caught in the blinds on my window a while back when he got all excited about seeing a raccoon and the blinds got all screwy. I can no longer open them and there is a permanent gap in them. I don't have a camera so I can't show you but they're all wonky and the sringy thing (so articulate these days) that's threading them together is exposed. It is this string that has captured Pip's imagination and he's taken to chewing on it, which makes the blinds go "CLACK!!! CLACK!! CLACK!!! CLACK!!!!!

Pip enjoys this activity most late late at night when I'm trying desperately to get some shut-eye. At first I gave him two warnings before I put him in his crate (which I haven't had to do very often since he was a wee kitten). But then I realized that trying to break this habit could take months I just got up in a sleep-deprived fit of ingenuity and wrapped some sticky tape around the string, making it unappealing to kitty cats. It worked.

Poor little guy is sitting in the window looking all forlorn. I feel like Mommy Dearest but at least I feel fairly rested. Still, I must find him a new activity, ideally one that involves minimal noise.

Current Mood: sad

Maggie likes to sleep by my pillow at night and she's usually there when I wake up. I usually pet her a bit before I get out of bed.

This morning Pip joined our little quality time session. Often when he does he ends up bugging Maggie and she leaves but today he was just being a good boy and Maggie was cool.

Out of nowhere, she started licking him!

It was only for a few seconds, but she has never licked Pip before. I was so happy! Now maybe in ten years she'll come to love him as I do.

Also, my back is killing me for no reason. I'll be going to bed early tonight. Now, where did I put those painkillers?

I dreamed last night that Maggie was with kitten(s) and I was so scared about her having to birth them, her being so tiny and delicate.

I was in this dark, unpleasant place, like some sort of warehouse looking for her. I was terrified because I knew she was there but couldn't find her. Then when I finally did somehow I knew she'd had the kittens but I couldn't find them and I was scared for Maggie's babies.

It was one of those dreams that drains the hell out of me. I was very groggy when I woke up but the first thing I did was tell the cats (who both happened to be sitting by my pillow, maybe they sensed Mummy was troubled) how glad I was that I had them both fixed.

I needed to get those horrible images out of my head so I got out the catnip toys I got from the Toronto Cat Rescue at the Vegetarian Food Festival (where I've been getting all my bebe's birthday presents for years and can benefit homeless cats while I delight my own) and watched Maggie and Pip go bonkers. I wish I had some means to record them. But if I did I'd likely end up with hundreds of hours of footage of them sleeping or something.

It turns out you don't need to be old or even have dozens of cats to be a crazy cat lady. Ah well.

I had a series of unpleasant dreams last night (or this morning, to be more accurate) , one involving Rob and I clearing out our old apartment and talking about his new relationship. That one would have actually been okay except in the dream I was moving back in with my parents and flunking out of school. Bloody dream school.

Then I walked through a door and wound up in Loony Toons Land. Everything was animated and I was actually excited until someone shouted "there's a human here!" and then all the cartoons started chasing me. I found another door to the Hundred Acre Wood and went through it thinking Pooh and his pals might be less hostile towards me. After all, Christopher Robin is human.

I was hiding behind a tree when suddenly, pain!

As cats are known to do, Pip decided he had to be somewhere on the other side of my bed RIGHT NOW! And I was in his way. As he scrambled across the bed, he laid some major scratches on my arm and HEADBUTTED ME IN THEB EYE!

I know he didn't mean to hurt his mummy, but now I look like I cut myself with an exacto knife and my left eye feels somehow "off."

I'm tempted to turn in early tonight but fear Bugs and Daffy coming after me.

I need one of those dreamless sleep potions Dumbledore gave Harry after the horrors of the Goblet of Fire.

*whimper*