10:17PM
Blogging again for a little bit. Been a busy couple of days as I sit here sorta worried about one of the house’s shared cats. I share a big house with my folks, they live downstairs, I live upstairs. It might paint me as the world’s biggest geek in the eyes of the world, but the rent is cheap and I’m always around to help with my dad, who is disabled. It’s not quite like living together since the house is big enough to consider it two separate places and we don’t really see each other that much. The only things we share are the kitchen, the pool (as if I could swim), laundry and the many pets left behind by my sister’s family when she moved last year (they’re the only things that have free reign on both parts of the house).
Growing up my sister went through this phase where she’d bring animals and people home and quickly adopt them into her life … for about a week and then they’d either vanish (as in the case with most of the people), or they’d quickly gravitate to me (as in the case of most animals). Not sure why but it would make her angry so she’d just repeat the process until it eventually worked and she’s now married to my brother in law. Unfortunately, after adopting all the animals, my brother in law suddenly developed this allergy to cats. So between the floors we share five cats. Two are mine on paper. One I raised from about 4 weeks old and other just sort of showed up on the back door 2 years ago now and decided that he lived here, that I should feed him, and I was now his obedient master. The one I’m worried about is Bubbagump, aka Oberon (his name when he’s really really bad), the one I raised.
He got in some sort of fight with an animal last week. He came home well after midnight when I was in the middle of a strip and basically ran in and jumped on my lap to show off his new war wounds. I cleaned him up as best I could but one of the bites seems to have gotten itself infected and $150 later, he’s at the vet overnight getting it treated. He’s an expensive cat, I’ll admit. My folks are still getting over the bill he presented them by breaking his leg a few years back. Heck, I’m still hearing about it (I was a poor broke college kid at the time). But I paid for that in my own way. He had a giant cast on his leg with a a rod sticking through his skin. He couldn’t move around too well. I literally spent three weeks taking care of him, helping him stand up when he ate, or worse, when he needed to use the bathroom at 3 am (every night!). You learn a lot about yourself and your pet when you’re its sole way of surviving.
Big geek mode off. Just worried about the little guy.
Working on season 4 in the morning. Fading kind of fast and heading off to read a while.
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PS To chatgirl Robyn, I hope you’re an aunt by now.