Kitteh Nooz Etc
Jul. 27th, 2013 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nebris~This morning I started driving myself crazy with ridiculous paranoid drama mindfuck games whose details I'm not even going to hint at...except that they were all money based. *sigh*
We think we saw George last night, but it was hard to be certain. 'Someone' knocked over the boards Le-Le placed over the hole in the skirting..from the inside. And there was 'someone' at the end of the driveway 'waiting for their fucking dinner'. I put the bowls on the concrete and looked out my bathroom window and whoever it was had their face in the chow. Looked too big for Matilda – my name for the neighbor’s cat because she has waltzed us around – but I can't be certain. Made me happy anyhow, stupid sentimental old bastard.
On the vet front, we're hoping that Icarus will just need a lancing and bandaging. If he needs surgery, well, that shit runs into the several hundred bucks and I doubt we can Cyber Begging our way out of that. As long as it's not life threatening, he'd just have to be a gimp.
He's not favoring the thing – a swollen back paw pad – but it gets a little raw and his paw is a bit 'deformed' from swelling. However when I clean it he doesn't flinch in pain, just squawks like he's being murdered, which is what he does with just about everything because he's a big fucking baby.
Thank you to those that have kicked in some bread so far. We're slowly coming along. We're at the 'probably won't starve' stage now.
Anyway, please give what you can. Remember any extra will go to getting Terror Cat shaved, poor old thing.
And here's some more begging...
We think we saw George last night, but it was hard to be certain. 'Someone' knocked over the boards Le-Le placed over the hole in the skirting..from the inside. And there was 'someone' at the end of the driveway 'waiting for their fucking dinner'. I put the bowls on the concrete and looked out my bathroom window and whoever it was had their face in the chow. Looked too big for Matilda – my name for the neighbor’s cat because she has waltzed us around – but I can't be certain. Made me happy anyhow, stupid sentimental old bastard.
On the vet front, we're hoping that Icarus will just need a lancing and bandaging. If he needs surgery, well, that shit runs into the several hundred bucks and I doubt we can Cyber Begging our way out of that. As long as it's not life threatening, he'd just have to be a gimp.
He's not favoring the thing – a swollen back paw pad – but it gets a little raw and his paw is a bit 'deformed' from swelling. However when I clean it he doesn't flinch in pain, just squawks like he's being murdered, which is what he does with just about everything because he's a big fucking baby.
Thank you to those that have kicked in some bread so far. We're slowly coming along. We're at the 'probably won't starve' stage now.
Anyway, please give what you can. Remember any extra will go to getting Terror Cat shaved, poor old thing.
And here's some more begging...
