Kitty Chatter

[vovat]

Today is our cat Wally's sixteenth birthday. He had to have dental surgery on Monday, for the third time in his life. He'd already had his fangs removed. On the same day we brought him in, a person jumped onto the subway track and died. If they ever invent force fields, the MTA should be the first ones to use them. I hear about deaths on the tracks way too often. Anyway, this meant a long delay in the only train that goes close to home, so I eventually ended up walking to a station I knew had service. We picked Wally up that evening. He's not supposed to have hard food for five days, and the first thing he did when he got home was try to eat some dry food. We usually have it out all the time, so I think he's bothered by its absence. And when I give the cats canned food, they scarf it all down right away. Wally had to take a few medicines for the next few days, and he's still on thyroid medication, which has been effective. Our other cat, Reagan, is still getting shots for allergies. She's less adverse to that than to taking pills. And she still has her whiskers broken off, and I'm not sure how. I guess she rubbed them off, but that seems hard to do. Speaking of pets, we partially chose our current building because they allowed dogs, and now they aren't going to anymore. I can't say I understand people who insist on telling other people not to do something just because they don't want to, but obviously it happens a lot. Having a dog in the city does seem a little difficult, as Beth's family always had a yard to let their dogs into and such isn't the case here, but plenty of people seem to manage it.

I haven't been blogging that much recently. Part of it is just because I can't think of anything worth writing about. I do have an Oz post in the works, but not much else. I've also been feeling generally overwhelmed and bored recently, and I'm not sure why. This past weekend, I had the kind of boredom where it's not that I didn't have anything to do (as long as I'm at home, there's always something), but that everything I can do seems uninteresting or uncomfortable. Sometimes, when there's way too much to do, I feel like I can't even do the parts I normally could. I was dreading going grocery shopping yesterday, but it was no big deal when I did it today.