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.

Mood: Thoughtful

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.

Mood: Hopeful

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!

Mood: Disappointed

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.

Mood: Disappointed

Happy Birthday, Hobbit!

Mood: Thoughtful

The plan is to plant myself firmly on the couch and not move until prompted to do so by Hobbit or Istar. The only thing that would make this a better plan is if it were to rain all weekend.

Mood: Peaceful

Wrote two papers and responded appropriately to others in one of my classes (whew!).

Caught up on all my shows including Torchwood (fun!), SGA (boring), Lost (sucks), Survivor (hurrah!)

Ordered Mom’s cookie cake for tomorrow

Gave Hobbit extra present of SuperScratcher (Awww)

Quite a bit of housework (finally).

And now, I have to go back and see what I’ve missed online, because I’ve managed to stay off all week.  Good for me!

Mood: Accomplished

Hobbit spent much of the night being a lot more sociable than usual, but Istar must have fallen asleep under the bed; we didn’t see much of him at all. Even though Ben and Jesse were missing Jonas, they were great to Da Hobb–Ben didn’t even step on her We watched the ball drop, The Doctor Who Christmas Special, bits of a Radiohead performance, Di’s amazing vid “Scattered” (after finding out the lead singers of Radiohead and Muse are brothers), and some Project Runway episodes.

The forecast calls for up to a foot of snow, or alternately, flurries. I tend to believe the flurry forecast because we are looking at the bluest skies I’ve seen in a while. I’m still hoping for snow to go along with the cold.

Happy Holidays, everyone!

Mood: Accomplished

I remember the pure, unadulterated (or was it adulterated?!?) glee I had watching the video trying to spot Simon Le Bon. I remember being disappointed that Simon didn’t have more lines and thinking that Boy George sure got a lot of play. I remember taping the music video on grainy VCR tapes and watching until the tapes damn near disintegrated. It really was all about Duran Duran in those days. Some days, it still is.

Today, even though it’s been decades, I found myself singing along, using the singers’ characteristics, from Simon’s throatiness, to Boy George’s effeminate offerings, to Sting’s clipped singing of “bitter sting of tears”. I then, on the bell rings, actually made the bell ringing motion in the air. You KNOW what I mean, because some of you do it, too. I know you do. I think Hobbit made a couple bell rings herself, and Istar is kind of dancing around to the tune just now.

I think I’ll head over to Hell YouTube and see if I can find a video of it.

I continue to love Robin Hood. A lot. Some of the cast are rumored to have signed on for Series 3, which is great news. I hate that British shows are so short. The seasons are short and the run of the show is short. With a few exceptions, all the great shows are gone in no time; Spaced and The Office come to mind immediately. I expect we’ll be getting the Doctor Who Christmas special soon, though I haven’t checked out the date yet.

Huge thanks to my Mom, who not only turned my kitchen into a supermarket, but who also turned my wallet into a bank. She’s got magical powers, that one.

Istar’s vet visit went as expected. He’s now a whopping 17lbs. and he received another steroid injection as well as an antibiotic just in case he has a respiratory infection to boot. Too bad he prefers to wear the medicine as to swallow it. Oh well, we’ll keep trying. Hobbit hissed up a fit when he came home, but she seems to be over her little diva stunt….for now.

The vet stopped what he was doing to come over to see Istar. I don’t know if he was mad at me for (rather rudely) asking to have my cat, or if he was apologetic for making Istar wait over 12 hours to be seen, but he stopped me from leaving to examine Istar and give him a shot for what he thinks is a small asthmatic incident. Well, damn. Once again, my actions have sent him to vet. It was probably a combination of smoke and anti-smoke candles that did him in. I’ve already begun eliminating all sources of typical irritants and hopefully, we won’t have any more problems.

They were able to weigh Istar before crating him, and DAMN! He weighs 15.2 lbs. He now weighs more than Hobbit ever did, but he carries it better. The vet wasn’t even concerned about it, but did say to not let him get any bigger. Hobbit, for the record, is down to about 12 lbs. and looking svelte!

P.S. Flash Gordon is possibly the worst show I’ve ever seen.

Mood: Accomplished

Istar was watching Doctor Who‘s “The Runaway Bride” with me when The Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to open the Tardis. I never noticed before, but Hobbit and Istar’s new feeders make the exact same sound as the screwdriver when they rotate for feeding times. Needless to say, Istar bolted into his room expecting dinner and returned vocally displeased at his deception.

I’ll start at the beginning of my brilliant flash. Hobbit and Istar are in dire need of automatic feeders. Each of them believes themselves to be either pigs or goldfish, willing to eat themselves to death. Therefore, I ordered two feeders from Amazon.com. UPS brought my packages to me today, days before the estimated delivery date. Thanks!

I can’t use the feeders yet. Why? I have no 9-volt batteries. It is my suggestion that UPS drivers start carrying batteries on their trucks, much like the vendors on Doctor Who who seem to have everything you could ever want. Think of the money they’d make off of battery sales!

Gosh, I’m lazy.