The Bitch Retireth
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tinhuvielI've decided that I'd very much like to be notorious (no-no noTORious!) on Live Journal. I'd like to have a bevy of people who love me, which I already have that, and I love them right back ~~ but I'd also like to have a coterie of individuals who actively despise me and rant about me in their journals. I got a taste of that not so long ago and, although it was rattling at first, it wasn't wholly unpleasant. To be able to inspire such passion in folks has to be some sort of gift. I know of one person on LJ like that ~ wildly popular and hated by many. I really don't see what the big hoo-ha is about, but the dynamics are fascinating. Maybe it's my ego clamouring for a good stroking. Dunno...
Paisley is in the hospital for a good fluid restoration and some tests to find out why she's tossing her cookies every time someone looks at her. I hope it's nothing too serious, but she is after all 18 years old and that's like 1067 in cat years. She clawed one of the assistants today at the vet's office. Aunt Tudi apologised and explained that Paisley was old and hateful as opposed, I added, to being young and hateful. She's always been a bitch cat and I think that's why she's lived so long. As Billy Joel sang from the ole cliche ~ only the good die young.
While Dr. Patch was examining Paisley, he was telling us that someone has developed an Atkins Diet for cats. It's the same premise, with high protein and low carbs, but he said it wasn't called the Atkins Diet. I suggested that perhaps it was called the Catkins Diet. Makes sense to me. Made sense to him too.
I ate solid foods all day without a twinge of nausea. Here's hoping I've passed that awkward stage of feeling like an alien is about to pop out of my chest every time I swallowed something that didn't resemble a protein drink. I'm going to give it another day or two and, if I'm still holding everything well, I'll proceed with adding my hair supplements. I want to be certain I won't be hurling up the liquid that will hopefully save my hair.
My shoulder hurts like a sonamabeech. I've ingested some pain medicine and will be going to bed now. It's about time I left everyone alone for the day because I've been nothing but a hateful old crab, especially to poor Aunt Tudi who doesn't deserve my menstrual wrath, but gets it al the same just because she's unfortunate enough to be in close proximity.
Paisley is in the hospital for a good fluid restoration and some tests to find out why she's tossing her cookies every time someone looks at her. I hope it's nothing too serious, but she is after all 18 years old and that's like 1067 in cat years. She clawed one of the assistants today at the vet's office. Aunt Tudi apologised and explained that Paisley was old and hateful as opposed, I added, to being young and hateful. She's always been a bitch cat and I think that's why she's lived so long. As Billy Joel sang from the ole cliche ~ only the good die young.
While Dr. Patch was examining Paisley, he was telling us that someone has developed an Atkins Diet for cats. It's the same premise, with high protein and low carbs, but he said it wasn't called the Atkins Diet. I suggested that perhaps it was called the Catkins Diet. Makes sense to me. Made sense to him too.
I ate solid foods all day without a twinge of nausea. Here's hoping I've passed that awkward stage of feeling like an alien is about to pop out of my chest every time I swallowed something that didn't resemble a protein drink. I'm going to give it another day or two and, if I'm still holding everything well, I'll proceed with adding my hair supplements. I want to be certain I won't be hurling up the liquid that will hopefully save my hair.
My shoulder hurts like a sonamabeech. I've ingested some pain medicine and will be going to bed now. It's about time I left everyone alone for the day because I've been nothing but a hateful old crab, especially to poor Aunt Tudi who doesn't deserve my menstrual wrath, but gets it al the same just because she's unfortunate enough to be in close proximity.
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Date: 2004-05-04 07:47 pm (UTC)Except my Batty. Sigh. He was perfect and sweet.
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Date: 2004-05-04 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-05 04:39 am (UTC)BWAAAAHAHAHAHA