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Happy Hobbit Day

It’s hard to believe that Hobbit is turning six this year. It honestly seems like yesterday that I was given a weirdo kitten that no one ever dreamed of wanting.

How much things change!

We’re not having a party this year because Hobbit wants to save up her money to visit Disney World. She’s tired of having Pirates of the Caribbean parties here when she can go to Orlando and see the actual ride. 😆

You can still send catnip or treats, though. :cake:

Hobbit Hospital

Even though the title of this post sounds like a very bad serial fanfic, it describes my plans for Labor Day weekend.

By my observation, Hobbit has been having excessive thirst and frequent trips to the litter box, the primary combo symptoms of feline diabetes. Maybe I’m just being overcautious (and I hope I am), but she has an appointment tomorrow. I hope they just take a few labs, perform an office exam, and send us home. I have no reason to think they’ll want to keep her (since they’re closed Sunday and Monday), so we should be fine on that front.

I’ll update later, but Hobbit says that if you’d like to send donations for catnip, she does accept PayPal.

Shot or Chop?

dahob.jpg Two things happened today, and I’m not which has set Hobbit completely off. First, I ruined my hair. As in, butchered it while trying to cut it myself. I had to get an emergency appointment and found out that my usual repairman has quit the salon. Oh no. The new stylist cut my hair into the most stereotypical hillbilly lesbionic do that all I needed was a flannel shirt and some Birkenstocks. Seriously. I had to have her cut it really short all over. Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby looks like freakin’ Rapunzel next to me. Heh. I’ll really like it in a couple of weeks, though, so I didn’t get too upset.

The second event was that Istar met a new veterinarian today. We both liked her a lot, and he got his seasonal steroid shot to combat his asthma. He still weighs over 18lbs., but at least he hasn’t gained any weight since November. He’s currently resting in his bed and seems to feel just fine.

Diva Hobbit, however, has not stopped hissing since we got home. I was home for only a few minutes between the salon and the vet, so I didn’t really spend any time with her prior to his appointment. I can’t be certain if she’s hissing at Istar or me. She’s about one more hiss away from getting her little butt spanked. The last thing Istar needs is to fight after having to visit the vet, and the last thing I need is a reminder that my head looks scary. So, yeah. Stop it, Hobbit!

I Need Something Good

I didn’t work today because I just didn’t feel “tummy-well”. I decided to surprise everyone by showing up at lunchtime and working half a day, but that didn’t work out too well. In the process, I left a task unfinished and had to allow Mrs. Bush to take up my slack and finish it for me. I HATE that. When she called to tell me my contact was there to pick up some information, my head split open. Fortunately, she is made of gold and handled it for me.

I decided to check on a financial matter that is so bungled up I can’t even go into details. That conversation was unproductive, frustrating, and made my headache so debilitating that I took two more Excedrin while hanging up the phone. Ugh.

Poor Istar seems to have suffered the worst of it; he’s currently running around soaking wet because he won’t let me dry him after his bath. Secretly, I think he likes it. Hobbit’s looking at me like I’m the Executioner and won’t even entertain the thought of staying in my line of sight for long. Heh.