Daily Archives: January 23, 2009

so hey redux

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I FAKE POST!

River is awesome.

River is, of course, Ali and Doug’s daughter. She’s also virtually the only child I am not afraid of, because she is frickin’ hilarious. Ed hasn’t seen River since she was around 9 months old, so we were long overdue for a visit.

Unfortunately, Sasha’s condition makes it pretty impossible to leave her alone for a weekend. We wracked our brains trying to make the original weekend plans feasible – a concert on Friday night followed by a weekend hanging out with Doug and Ali – but we just didn’t want to risk Sasha’s health and the amount of trouble Lemon would get into if left alone for an entire weekend. Compounding things were the series of time-sensitive errands I needed to run in the US – namely returning or exchanging things purchased last month, before the statute of consumer limitations expired.

We (okay, I) finally came up with a workable plan: as Sasha’s ultrasound was postponed until February 2nd (highly contagious disease + cats = no animals  allowed in vet until weekend is past + traveling radiologist = reschedule) AND we had already taken the time off for our mini adventure, we would cram an entire weekend’s worth of fun into one very long day. We set out just after 9am and made our way south, stopping in at the usual haunts and having lunch at the best Mexican place in the west, Mi Mexico. We continued down the I-5, completing the To-Do list in record time. Then it was off to Ali’s place to hang out for the evening, opting to skip the concert and instead spend some much-needed time with old friends. I think we made an excellent choice, as we had a great deal of fun and River was in fine spirits, providing hilarious entertainment value for the entire evening. Doug treated us to dinner, we played some Rock Band, and around 10:30 we hit the road to return home. We got in just after 1am, tired but happy.

Ali’s explained it once before on her blog, but River has this little joke she plays where she’ll start boo-hooing and sniffling a little, then stop and announce “I FAKE CRY!” and laugh her head off. Don’t forget, this child is two months shy of 2 years old. She faked crying for a bit, then changed it up – she let loose a hearty HA! HA! HA! then followed it up with “I FAKE LAUGH!”. We were in tears – it’s probably one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen, and as such deserved a tribute post. Here’s to River’s continued hilarity!

Thank you all for the pill-feeding suggestions! I’ll try them out and see what works. I have to go medicate Sasha now, so wish me luck.

she’s onto us

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Sasha’s been taking a series of pills for the last couple weeks in an attempt to combat the various things inhabiting her body. As soon as she started feeling better, her appetite was frankly hilarious – she would eat upwards of a can and a half of (very expensive, damnit) specialty food a day and STILL scream at us for more every time we went near the kitchen. She would even take her pills with hunger, because of these little things called Pill Pockets – a treat with a hole in it for you to drop the medicine into. Things were awesome. She was hungry, she loved the treats,  I didn’t have to struggle to get pills down her throat, and the vet was buying a new Ferrari every week.

Sasha’s appetite is finally slowing down, which means she isn’t eating everything in a 3 mile radius. Unfortunately, this is allowing her to be more picky with her food. She now KNOWS that there are pills inside the treats, and will do one of two annoying things: refuse the treat outright, or eat around the goddamn pill. She spits them out and looks at me as if to say “I know what you’re doing, and I will not play along”. Last night she would. not. take her medicine, and this morning – because I’m not running around trying to get to work on time; I have the day off – I tried to bribe her with her favourite treat: tuna. 1/4 can and 30 minutes later, the tuna plate is clean save for three little partially digested chunks – she spat them out. Fucker! I hand-fed her two of the pills wrapped in tuna, but the last one I had to bodily force into her mouth. I don’t think she’ll let me do that again – this is the cat that made the vets settle for less-than-ideal x-rays because she would not allow them to put her on her back. She’s like an angry old lady who hits people with a cane.

How the hell am I going to get all her medicine in her? She’s got at least two weeks of pills left, and I can’t spend half an hour each morning fighting with her. If she’s spitting out tuna, it’s going to take an act of frickin’ god to get those pills down. Any cat owners have any tricks for me short of heating the damn things up in a spoon and making her freebase them?

brat.

brat.