Friday, May 18, 2012
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Ode to Kitty
Kitty didn't show up in the evening to come inside. That happens every once in a while. She's an outdoor cat during the day and sometimes she gets a little distracted and doesn't show up until after everyone has gone to bed, but not often. The next morning I expected her to be hungry by the front door demanding to be let inside. She wasn't. I searched the neighborhood. She never goes more than a 2 block radius of home, but I couldn't find her, couldn't hear her anywhere. I walked the neighborhood the next day as well, knocked on doors, talked to people. No luck. I had the neighbors open up their back sheds to look, just in case she was trapped back there. After 3 days I called the pound, at days 5 and 9 I went there to see if she was picked up. Nope.
I was sure she was dead, I looked in all the ditches, assuming she was hit by a car.
At day 13 she was on the doorstep! Weakly meowing to come in, hungry, thin, dirty, and limping. I was so excited to see her! I let her in and got her some food right away. That's when I saw her leg and my heart sank. Mangled, with a large open wound, and exposed, obviously broken bones, shattered beyond repair.
Kitty ate some food, looked at me, and hopped to the farthest spot in the closet (she never goes there) to lay down. She was shaking with weakness. Poor thing. I finished getting ready for work and took her to the vet. They cleaned it, debrided it, trimmed the bone back, and wrapped it. She looked so funny with this giant cast-like bandage on her back leg. I picked her up from the vet feeling confident that things would work out. I took her back every 3 days x 3 and the third time they showed me how to do the dressing changes. It didn't look too hard, but it was definitely a 2 person job.
It was my turn to change the dressing on her back leg at home. She was not happy with me already because I was finally able to get her to swallow a pain pill (no easy task), but when I was able to get the dressing off, the foot looked and smelled terrible. The foot was swollen, obviously suffering from compartment syndrome and some gangrene. The smell made my teammate in this feat nauseated and we had to take a break and wait for backup. When backup arrived, we attempted redressing this wound. This was truly traumatizing to all of us, including kitty. It was so painful that we could not contain her, even with a pain pill on board. We worked with her for 2 hours, unable to redress this incredibly painful wound. It made me cry, inflicting such pain on such an innocent animal. It was a truly terrible experience. We weren't successful and placed her in her kennel for the night. Poor thing, she hated me after that evening. Her eyes were so wide with fear, I couldn't bear it.
I took her to a different, more experienced vet the next morning. He took a look at her leg and recommended amputation. Following the course of treatment that she was currently on likely was going to include many complications including osteomyelitis (infection of the bone). The cost of amputation would be $870! On top of the $300 I already spent on her, that would make her > $1000 cat! If I went through with this amputation, barring complication, she would have decreased running speed, decreased ability to climb trees, and couldn't defend herself as well. I would feel uncomfortable leaving her outside to fend in this neighborhood, and she would absolutely hate living indoors all the time.
What a terrible decision to make. I put her down this friday morning around 10am. Its silly how much one can get attached to a cat. She wasn't a cuddly in-your-face cat, she held her own most of the time. But when I was feeling down she always seemed to know and would push her way into my lap for those special occasions. I miss Kitty
I was sure she was dead, I looked in all the ditches, assuming she was hit by a car.
At day 13 she was on the doorstep! Weakly meowing to come in, hungry, thin, dirty, and limping. I was so excited to see her! I let her in and got her some food right away. That's when I saw her leg and my heart sank. Mangled, with a large open wound, and exposed, obviously broken bones, shattered beyond repair.
Kitty ate some food, looked at me, and hopped to the farthest spot in the closet (she never goes there) to lay down. She was shaking with weakness. Poor thing. I finished getting ready for work and took her to the vet. They cleaned it, debrided it, trimmed the bone back, and wrapped it. She looked so funny with this giant cast-like bandage on her back leg. I picked her up from the vet feeling confident that things would work out. I took her back every 3 days x 3 and the third time they showed me how to do the dressing changes. It didn't look too hard, but it was definitely a 2 person job.
It was my turn to change the dressing on her back leg at home. She was not happy with me already because I was finally able to get her to swallow a pain pill (no easy task), but when I was able to get the dressing off, the foot looked and smelled terrible. The foot was swollen, obviously suffering from compartment syndrome and some gangrene. The smell made my teammate in this feat nauseated and we had to take a break and wait for backup. When backup arrived, we attempted redressing this wound. This was truly traumatizing to all of us, including kitty. It was so painful that we could not contain her, even with a pain pill on board. We worked with her for 2 hours, unable to redress this incredibly painful wound. It made me cry, inflicting such pain on such an innocent animal. It was a truly terrible experience. We weren't successful and placed her in her kennel for the night. Poor thing, she hated me after that evening. Her eyes were so wide with fear, I couldn't bear it.
I took her to a different, more experienced vet the next morning. He took a look at her leg and recommended amputation. Following the course of treatment that she was currently on likely was going to include many complications including osteomyelitis (infection of the bone). The cost of amputation would be $870! On top of the $300 I already spent on her, that would make her > $1000 cat! If I went through with this amputation, barring complication, she would have decreased running speed, decreased ability to climb trees, and couldn't defend herself as well. I would feel uncomfortable leaving her outside to fend in this neighborhood, and she would absolutely hate living indoors all the time.
What a terrible decision to make. I put her down this friday morning around 10am. Its silly how much one can get attached to a cat. She wasn't a cuddly in-your-face cat, she held her own most of the time. But when I was feeling down she always seemed to know and would push her way into my lap for those special occasions. I miss Kitty
Sunday, June 19, 2011
sleepage
I am thoughtful tonight, about more things that I could ever dream of putting into words.
I think the reality is that I don't want to sleep. Why? Not that I'm having bad dreams. I sleep well.
I don't know what it is
This morning I woke up after only 5 or 6 hours of sleep. ON A SUNDAY! whoa. What is happening! I was planning on sleeping till noon! So, adulthood arrives. Bummer.
Anyway, as I'm moving into another work week, I'd better hunker down and try some force sleepage.
~night
I think the reality is that I don't want to sleep. Why? Not that I'm having bad dreams. I sleep well.
I don't know what it is
This morning I woke up after only 5 or 6 hours of sleep. ON A SUNDAY! whoa. What is happening! I was planning on sleeping till noon! So, adulthood arrives. Bummer.
Anyway, as I'm moving into another work week, I'd better hunker down and try some force sleepage.
~night
Friday, June 17, 2011
RXP
Today I bought a jetski.
It is sooo amazing! Much better than I imagined it to be! I truly am in love with this machine (ridiculous I know).
It's a 2005 Seadoo RXP supercharged two seater. It zooms up to 70 mph, navigates turns with ease, and can literally hop out of the water. It has so much power it makes me giddy (and I'm still giddy). I only had to ride it for 1.5 minutes to know that I wanted it.
A guy named Dave it selling it to me. He posted it on Craig's list just yesterday, I called him this morning, and we shook hands tonight. The trouble is, Dave doesn't have the title just yet, and it should be in this week. That's good, because I can't get a hitch on my car until this week, but also little stressful because we have to trust each other that we are true to our word. He still has the jet ski and I'm hoping he doesn't sell it to someone else. I still have money, and the only thing we exchanged was name and number. So now the wait begins. Delayed gratification I have never been good at. Even shopping online is difficult for me just because it takes so long to actually get your product.
Oh how I love you my new personal watercraft.
I'll likely be dreaming of jet skiing tonight.
It is sooo amazing! Much better than I imagined it to be! I truly am in love with this machine (ridiculous I know).
It's a 2005 Seadoo RXP supercharged two seater. It zooms up to 70 mph, navigates turns with ease, and can literally hop out of the water. It has so much power it makes me giddy (and I'm still giddy). I only had to ride it for 1.5 minutes to know that I wanted it.
A guy named Dave it selling it to me. He posted it on Craig's list just yesterday, I called him this morning, and we shook hands tonight. The trouble is, Dave doesn't have the title just yet, and it should be in this week. That's good, because I can't get a hitch on my car until this week, but also little stressful because we have to trust each other that we are true to our word. He still has the jet ski and I'm hoping he doesn't sell it to someone else. I still have money, and the only thing we exchanged was name and number. So now the wait begins. Delayed gratification I have never been good at. Even shopping online is difficult for me just because it takes so long to actually get your product.
Oh how I love you my new personal watercraft.
I'll likely be dreaming of jet skiing tonight.
Monday, May 30, 2011
My Parents 50th
These are my lovely parents who have spent 50 years of their life committed to each other in marriage. Can you believe it? 50 years! Congrats to my parents. Date of wedding: June 4, 1961
Thursday, April 21, 2011
plug
I'm up late tonight.
Feeling thoughtful perhaps.
Not looking forward to a weekend of work.
Need some spark in my life.
Feeling thoughtful perhaps.
Not looking forward to a weekend of work.
Need some spark in my life.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
drug addict
It's a nice sunday evening. I really should be cleaning my house. My roommate has been gone for the last 10 days, getting back tomorrow, I should at least make it presentable. (aren't I nice?) But I feel thoughtful and reminiscent, feel more like writing than cleaning. So, first, before anything else I want to make a list of the things I will do tonight before I go to bed.
1. Dishes
2. Vacuum
3. Finish my laundry (thankfully this one is already in process)
4. Quick touch-up on the shower
5. Shake the rug
6. Sweep out my room
7. Make my bed - just kidding, I would only unmake it shortly thereafter
8. clean the bathroom mirror
9. Sort my stack of mail
10. ...random other cleaning activities...
Now that I feel somewhat productive just by writing this list down, on to more fun topics.
Today I rode horses. I love horses. I rode the most beautiful buckskin mare today with a multicolored mane. The kind of hair that ladies (or guys) would spend a lot of money to have. Blonde, intermixed with some brown and a lot of black, all in layers. I was surprised at the good ride this horse was. She was a bear to catch. We ended up having to herd her with 3 other horses into a round pen, sort out the others, and make her run until she would let us catch her. The story is that she had been trained by a proper trainer for a total of 90 days sometime in the last 8 months or so, but this was hard to imagine with her elusive and skittish behavior. We finally caught her, but she was scared of the saddle! Anyway, my friend rode her yesterday and she did ok, then I rode her today, taking her way out in the pasture and she did great! Stops when told, very patient, calm. She rides a little heavy on the front, but seemed to loosen up toward the end of the ride. All in all, great ride. It was a rejuvenating ride. The thought came into my head to offer to buy this horse. I've been contemplating this all day. But really, there should be some way to offer my services to continue training this horse. Perhaps they would pay me? This sounds like a much better idea. In any case, I need a horse that I can ride whenever I want to. Borrowing other people's horses is just not cutting it for me. It stifles me.
Riding horses gives me what I would consider a fix. Like drugs. I need it, crave it, and it makes me feel so good. If only I could take this drug whenever I pleased...
1. Dishes
2. Vacuum
3. Finish my laundry (thankfully this one is already in process)
4. Quick touch-up on the shower
5. Shake the rug
6. Sweep out my room
7. Make my bed - just kidding, I would only unmake it shortly thereafter
8. clean the bathroom mirror
9. Sort my stack of mail
10. ...random other cleaning activities...
Now that I feel somewhat productive just by writing this list down, on to more fun topics.
Today I rode horses. I love horses. I rode the most beautiful buckskin mare today with a multicolored mane. The kind of hair that ladies (or guys) would spend a lot of money to have. Blonde, intermixed with some brown and a lot of black, all in layers. I was surprised at the good ride this horse was. She was a bear to catch. We ended up having to herd her with 3 other horses into a round pen, sort out the others, and make her run until she would let us catch her. The story is that she had been trained by a proper trainer for a total of 90 days sometime in the last 8 months or so, but this was hard to imagine with her elusive and skittish behavior. We finally caught her, but she was scared of the saddle! Anyway, my friend rode her yesterday and she did ok, then I rode her today, taking her way out in the pasture and she did great! Stops when told, very patient, calm. She rides a little heavy on the front, but seemed to loosen up toward the end of the ride. All in all, great ride. It was a rejuvenating ride. The thought came into my head to offer to buy this horse. I've been contemplating this all day. But really, there should be some way to offer my services to continue training this horse. Perhaps they would pay me? This sounds like a much better idea. In any case, I need a horse that I can ride whenever I want to. Borrowing other people's horses is just not cutting it for me. It stifles me.
Riding horses gives me what I would consider a fix. Like drugs. I need it, crave it, and it makes me feel so good. If only I could take this drug whenever I pleased...
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