Sep. 14th, 2016 11:44 am
ceebeegee: (Default)
 So not long after Tatia died I started thinking about fostering kittens. Tibby had always done well enough with other cats in the household—Tatia hated him, but he always wanted to be friends with her, and he and Edna Mo more or less got along, so I didn’t think he’d mind. A week or so later Ryan forwarded a text to me from a friend begging for foster homes for a litter of feral kittens. I responded to this and ended up with two wee ones, a black one and a white/orange tabby mix, both boys. I named them Apple and Jack. They were tiny and terrified (I kept them in the shower at first) but gradually grew to trust me and eventually try to take over the apartment. They were PRECIOUS and tiny and very, very sweet.


HOWEVER. Tibby did NOT appreciate their presence. In fact he was utterly miserable. At first, when they were more timid, he hissed at them to keep them in their place but as they got bolder (and realized there were two of them and one of him) they weren’t so intimidated by him. In fact (adorably) they tried making friends with him—they would try to nudge him and reach out. He wasn’t having any of it, though, And then when they started trying to gobble his food (at one point I literally lunged for the both of them and held them in my lap—they immediately started purring--so he could eat) he went on full strike and basically just hid in the closet the entire time. And he went off his food.


After a few days of this I started freaking out. I told the woman who’d set up the whole fostering arrangement that she needed to find a home as quickly as possible for the babies. As adorable as they were Tibby couldn’t handle it and he was and is my priority. Alex (the woman) was kind of difficult about this. We had talked before about how to get them adopted out—we agreed it would be ideal for them go together as they had bonded, but she seemed to have left it up to me. Then in later conversations, she started digging in her heels—we had to find them a home TOGETHER. And she didn’t seem to “hear” me—at one point she suggested I put up fliers in my building advertising them and I responded “According to the bylaws of the building, I’m only allowed to have one pet, not 3” so she replied that I should advertise that I have one kitten for adoption, and then when someone comes to look at it, show them both. Uh, no, that’s really not an option. Don’t suggest things that are going to get me in trouble.


The weirdest thing was when she told me “there is a reason adoption places only adopt out in pairs.” Uh, what? That isn’t true at all. Both Tibby and Tatia were adopted singly. Nobody in NYC would ever have cats if that were the case! One organization (interestingly, the one from which I adopted Tibby) only lets you take home pets if they’re in pairs OR if you already have another pet (so, I could take Tibby because I already had a cat) but every other place I researched allows single adoptions. She seemed really committed to “we must have the PERFECT situation,” both of them adopted together, and I was like 1) this could mean they NEVER get adopted, and 2) I, not you, am paying the price for your insistence on the perfect instead of pragmatism. Because the babies are here with me, and it’s my cat who is miserable. It was starting to get kind of tense until a cat-parent-ex-machina fell down from the sky (a friend-of-a-friend of hers) came in to take Apple and Jack. Problem solved!


Or so I thought. He was certainly happier after they’d left but he still wasn’t eating. So Labor Day Saturday I took him to the vet and they immediately diagnosed the problem. Tibby had severe dental issues—his mouth looked horribleand he was mewling piteously during the examination. It was very upsetting. So they pumped him full of antibiotics and pain meds and I took him home (they couldn’t operate until a few days later). He ate a little bit during those days—the pain meds helped. When I took him back for surgery—he was terrified. They put him into a kennel and he was absolutely shaking and hyperventilating. I think he honestly thought I was going to abandon him. Oh Tibby, my sweet earnest Tibby. Never. You are my precious baby boy, my Tiberius Hotspur Spots Green, Lord Stompalot, Sir Sassafras, my precious big-pawed ‘normous boycat. I love you to pieces—always have, always will. And I’m so, so sorry—after losing Tatia, I never should’ve put you through that stress with the kittens. I’m glad I was able to help them but it was just too much for my boy. He comes first. Always.


He was in the hospital for a few days, and then I got to bring him home Friday evening. He was ECSTATIC. He could not stop suzzing up to me, purring, demanding headskritches, curling next to me. And yes, he was eating. Even with hardly any teeth, he was eating. He seems more energetic and even a little social with the people I’ve had over. All I can say is Thank God. I could not handle losing another cat so soon.


ceebeegee: (Tatiana the Sausage Kitty)
So--last week was bad. Tatia has been declining ever since last December, although she was doing so well for awhile that both my mom and Ryan were thoroughly confused. "Sick cats don't eat like that." Months ago I concluded that Tatia had found some way to fake the whole thing, including the bloodwork, for treats and cuddles. That would be just like her :) 

She has been getting noticeably weaker the last couple of weeks--her hind legs in particular. And her appetite has been getting worse--weirdly, she seemed to want to eat but wouldn't eat anything I have her (and I offered her everything). So last week was difficult--she still had some energy and was giving me "feed me!" looks but wouldn't eat and, heartbreakingly, couldn't climb onto my bed without help.  And there was a horrifying episode when I heard her howling, looked behind me, and saw that Tibby had literally LANDED on her (she was splayed out flat on the floor, EXTREMELY upset). So Friday (10 days ago) I called the vet and they told me to bring her in. Thankfully my Friday boss at L***** was cool with letting me go home early so I was able to bring her in.

So I did and the vet examined her--the initial exam was inconclusive but then then she asked for an X-ray and then discussed the results with me. Apparently my precious Tatia had fairly severe anemia, and fluid on the lungs and heart, as well as the beginning stages of some kind of cancer,

And the vet said at this point we need to discuss euthanasia. And I was DEVASTATED. I could not stop crying.

We talked about it at length. And to be honest, I've been prepared for it for awhile.  Certainly since she was diagnosed with the kidney disease in December. But I knew even before then my lamb's days were numbered--I mean, she was certainly not a young kitty, I've had her for 18.5 years. I was so upset, the vet said that if I wanted to take her home for the night to prepare myself, that she could give Tatia some kind of injection/transfusion to help her, but I would have to bring her back first thing in the morning.

At that, I made the extremely difficult decision that it was probably best to let her go now. If she was so sick she needed a transfusion just to go home, she was obviously in very bad shape. And I couldn't risk another incident where Tibby jumped on her--what if he broke a bone? My precious one would've been in agony. So we went into a side room while the vet examined another patient and I just petted her and hugged her and told her how good she was, what a sweet kitty she was, how pretty she was.

How much I love her.

I told her she would be seeing Bunny (my mother's cat--the only other cat Tatia ever really bonded with) and Edno Mo (my brother's cat who lived with us for 5 months) when she crossed over. And I told her "feel free to visit us when you get settled..."--because I am pretty sure Edna Mo visited Anya and me a few times afterward. (I remember one night after I'd gone to bed, Tatia was sleeping on my head, and Tibby was next to me. And I KNOW something jumped onto the foot of the bed and lay at my feet.) The vet and the assistant came in and were very kind and loving. And my Tatia went to sleep in my arms, surrounded by love and loving words and softness and good smells (I'd brought my pillowcase to help comfort her in her cat carrier).

Rest in peace, my sweet Tatia--I miss you so very, very much.
ceebeegee: (Tatiana the Sausage Kitty)

Tibbles 'n' Bits went to the new vet today for the first time. I really like this vet--although they are NOT cheap (~$15 more expensive per visit than the place in Inwood), they are very respectful of money issues and did not pressure me to vaccinate either of the babies (especially since they're both indoor kittehs). The assistant was cooing over how handsome Tibby was and he acted a little better than he did at the place in Inwood. He still seemed nervous but didn't try to hide quite so much--although at one point I was standing next to the examination table and he pushed his head into the crook of my arm to hide his face and not see the doctor. Meanwhile his enormous fuzzy body was still in view! It was pretty adorable.

The trip there was kind of stressful. Tibby HATES the carrier, no matter how luxurious it is (I have two and the bigger one is The Gold Standard, very comfortable) and started howling immediately. I made my mortified way down to the lobby and onto the sidewalk, Tibby's plaintive ululating issuing forth piteously from the carrier. The subway was stressful--I'd sat down with the carrier against the back of the seat, to protect him. I only had two stops but wouldn't you know it--at the first stop, the doors opened and at least 30 kids, plus teachers and aides, tumbled into the car and were ALLLL up in my business. As in, one of the kids (they were about 7 years old) was literally CRAWLING across my knees to sit on the seat. I was myself majorly stressing out--I do NOT like crowds, the subway is stressful enough, but I also have a terrified animal with me! I don't know why the teachers didn't correct them--they could see my reacting protectively toward the carrier and they had to have known I was nervous. It was honestly very rude. I told one of the teachers I'd be getting off at the next stop and two of the kids reacted by literally *leaning* into me, like right in my face, so they could scramble into my seat when I vacated it. It was seriously quite annoying and I felt bad for my Tibbles 'n' Bits.

Interestingly, something I've suspected for awhile has been confirmed--Tibby is "a little bit" overweight. (They also agree with me that he may be part Maine Coon cat--a notoriously large breed.) The doctor said it wasn't bad, just try to feed him separately from Tatia so he doesn't gobble her food, and feed him less.

My baby boy is healthy! Precious sweet scared lamb-kin. I always feel so responsible and adult when I take the babies to the vet.

ceebeegee: (Tatiana the Sausage Kitty)
I'm so excited!


The Games open tonight!  YAAAAYYYYY!!!!  Rooool Britannia!  The motherland!

In other news, I have started pet health insurance for the babies and have started taking them to the vet again.  Tibby is the picture of rude health as they say, but Tatia is getting a little skinny and has lost some hair.  They did blood work and everything seems normal ("boringly" normal, they said) but we started her on a steroid regimen and I got some special prescription food for her, very fatty.  She has gained a little weight and is even sassier toward her brother so it seems to be working.  His appointment is next week--can't *wait* for that exercise in complete embarrassment.  "What is that NOISE?"

Le Weekend

Aug. 8th, 2011 01:54 pm
ceebeegee: (Tatiana the Sausage Kitty)
Softball yesterday was GREAT, although we did lose. But considering we were playing a player down, *and* our first baseman had a broken freakin' arm and could barely throw, losing by only 2 runs was a moral victory. But I was quite stoked personally--I batted .600!!! And I got an RBI! And I hit a double! And scored two runs! It was all basically mental--I started focusing only on the ball, nothing else. I did a battery of other adjustments as well (choked up a little (the smallest bat yesterday was 26 ounces), held the bat higher behind me, and leaned back) but primarily I just focused on the ball and visualized myself HITTING IT. Oh, and forcing myself NOT to swing on the first pitch--that is a terrible habit of mine, and telling myself, over and over, to WAIT. I can usually see immediately if the pitch is any good, which is why I tend to first-pitch swing, and why I always pull to the left.

I also slid under a tag at second base. Woo hoo!

In other news, Anya and I think we have a visitor! There have been...signs that someone--or something--else is in our apartment. Saturday morning Anya woke up to find something that looked like residue in the tub--and it wasn't there an hour earlier when I'd gotten up to feed the cats, use the bathroom, and then go back to sleep. I *know* I shut the door behind me and I know the door had been shut when I first entered the bathroom (to keep the A/C in--the bathroom window is open to help air it out after a shower). That was the first sign. Then Tibby and Tatia started acting strangely--especially Tibbles-and-Bits who seemed to be "seeing" things. He would stare at what looked like blank space and act scared. Hmmm. We noticed a couple of other things as well, and were trying to figure it out. Anya wondered why Edna Mo wasn't visiting the apartment where she spent the last 6 years--I said that's because Stuart and his family are gone from Naples, there's no one there for her. And she did spend the last 5 months of her life with us. Precious lamb. I started calling out to her, telling her she was welcome to stay with us as long as she liked, and Tibby could use the schooling.
ceebeegee: (Sweet Briar)
[singsong]♫ I just got a Macbook ♪[/singsong]

Eeeeh! It's an itty-bitty dainty lil' Macbook Air--can't wait to play with it! Naturally tonight is the night I HAVE to do laundry--no play until later. I was verrrrry tempted to get an iPad but ultimately went with the Air.

Anya cracks me up--she really "gets" Tibby's voice, his whiney, "poor pathetic me" inner monologue. (As Tesse would put it, "I've never been fed. Ever.") The other night she started singing songs from Hair in his voice--"Easy to Be Hard," and the opening of "The Flesh Failures" ("We starve...") are especially appropriate.

Still plowing through Medieval Warfare: A History--I'm trying to get way ahead on the readings for the second half of the semester. Just finished a chapter on naval warfare.

Ryan and I did what Duncan and I did last year (Duncan had rehearsal last night) and talked to students from my alma mater--we met them at the Gershwin Hotel last night. Had a BALL, the students were thrilled to talk to us, even though most of them were not theater students! (The trip is for arts students in general.) They asked us all sorts of questions, so thoughtful too! They were very excited to hear my production company is named Holla Holla Productions--that's a Sweet Briar cheer! ("Here's to ya, Sweet Briar, Holla Holla Holla, nothin' that you cannot do..."). I didn't get a chance to talk to Christian about the Thyme project afterward (she had to run out) but from what little she said about it, it seems she's still working on it.

Tim's party overlooking the parade route is tomorrow! Can't wait!
ceebeegee: (Tatiana the Sausage Kitty)

Yesterday was a looong day.  I went to work for a few hours, and left early to go to JFK airport to meet my parents and sister-in-law.  Karine (SIL) and my niece and nephew were flying in as Phase I of my brother's family's move back stateside.  The kids were going with my parents off to New Hampshire, and Edna Mo, my brother's cat, was packed off with me.  Poor Karine then had to turn around and go right back to Italy.  Apparently it was a traumatic trip--traffic to Rome was terrible and they very nearly missed the flight.  My niece started running a fever, and then on their approach to JFK, they had a missed approach and people were freaking out.  But the kids seemed quite calm.  Karine handed over the carrier which had a curled up bebbeh in it, lashed shut with one of those plastic locked ties and I hopped in a taxi.  This was perhaps the single most miserable taxi ride I've ever had--90-degree heat + NO A/C + slow-moving traffic + incomprehensible, argumentative cabbie (he tried to tell me Inwood wasn't in Manhattan) + inexplicable nausea.  I have no idea where the latter came from--I kept thinking of anything to not throw up.  Inching up the Harlem River Drive was brutal--the sun was right on me, I was extremely overheated and worried about Edna because she'd been in the cart for something like 14 hours at that point.  And we actually dodged a bullet, it seems we barely missed a severe hailstorm.  We finally got home and I hurried her into the apartment which was blessedly cool and then sawed open her carrier.  Naturally Tatia and Tibby flipped out--the symphony of tabby hisses and growls reached quite a crescendo.  I was surprised at their respective reactions--Tatia actually flipped out less, and just retreated to her eyrie in the kitchen atop the ice cream maker box, but Tibby seemed horrified.  Poor Edna Mo, 14 hours in transit and she enters to this hostile reception!  I put out water and a box for her and then, figuring the best thing I could was just to be there for all three of them, crashed for several hours.

When I woke up in blessed air conditioned darkness, Edna Mo seemed a little more comfortable and had curled up in Anya's easy chair.  She allowed me to skritch her several times and ventured out from Anya's room whenever I beckoned her.  T-squared are of course still extremely resistant to this interloper.  When Anya came home she was thrilled that Edna wants to hang out in her room--Tatia and Tibby enter there from time to time but they're still pretty shy with her.  Adorably, when I entered the building with Edna in her carrier, a girl about 10 or 12 years old was also entering.  She asked if I'd adopted a cat--I said no, she was just staying with me for a little while.  She said she loved cats but her mother was allergic.  I said if you ever want to play with my cats, just knock on my door.

Just another example of how slack our landlord is--I've been trying and trying to get him to do something about the tabby infestation and he ignored it and now it's worse!  Doodness!


Feb. 3rd, 2010 06:30 pm
ceebeegee: (Columbia)
Oh GOD, so tired. Lots of running back and forth today. Rachel's lil' birthday gathering was at her place last night--so much fun and good food. It was especially lovely standing on the balcony watching the snow come down. I spent the night at Kelly's (THANK YOU!) and then took the PATH back into the city, went to my doctor's for my weekly Vitamin B-12 shot (I have a new PCP, my old one retired and she did bloodwork and apparently I'm deficient in all sorts of vitamins so weekly shots. Yay. The co-pays are killing me). After this, took the train back home, studied a little before my discussion section, then took the train back to Morningside Heights for class. I LOVE my discussion section--we actually get to talk! And discuss! And ask questions! In fact we're required to do all this! My TA asked us what we thought about the professor and it's awesome that we all have pretty much the same take--although his lectures are interesting, he jumps around WAY too much, and the handouts are spiraling out of control, like the brooms in The Sorcerer's Apprentice. Interestingly she asked if we'd been doing the readings--uh, I thought that was required! I've been obsessing about whether or not I'd mastered every nuance of the readings, so I guess I'm doing okay.

Anyway after class I went back to Inwood again--I was going to close my eyes for just a few minutes (Tibby climbed adorably onto my chest to suzz) and woke up awhile later. I was so tired, I literally staggered out of my room and almost fell over. Oy. I meant to pick up my laptop but that didn't happen.

My Nicolae Ceauşescu Austerity Program to Repay Romania's Foreign Clara's School Debt* is still going well. We have so many handouts for this class (well over 100 pages so far and this is only the third week of class), I had to get a folder just to keep up with them, and I ONLY bought a folder, the least expensive kind, didn't buy one other thing at the bookstore! Plus I went through Cafe East, a little coffee place on campus that serves bubble tea and various kinds of Asian food and I was very tempted to get some sushi but I didn't!

*I made reference to this last night and Alex didn't understand what I meant--during Ceauşescu's regime, he financed a lot of domestic programs by borrowing heavily from Western powers. The debt devastated Romania's finances so he instituted a very severe austerity program to pay off the debt--just about everything was exported, electricity and all sorts of other utilities and services were strictly rationed. The standard of living in Romania plummeted during all this. Romania's history fascinates me--Ceauşescu was a complete villain by the end of his regime (and life, they ended at basically the same time) but when he was younger, he was quite a maverick vis à vis the Warsaw Pact signatories, openly condemning the invasion of Czechoslovakia and participating in the '84 Olympics and all.
ceebeegee: (Tatiana the Sausage Kitty)
The Trifecta--Tatiana, Tibby *and* Miss Ebony all flopped out on my bed. (And not fighting.) The Peaceable Kingdom! Seriously, is this not the cutest picture evuh?

Mickey posted yesterday about being awoken by Ebony crying--it's because she'd growled and hissed at Tibby a few too many times and I finally threw her out. So yesterday she was ANNOYED at me and kept her distance--she hung out in the music room behind the bed. She wanted to know what was going on in my two rooms but didn't want ME to know she was interested. However this morning I found an "offering"--a pair of Mickey's underpants that she'd dragged into my room. She does this from time to time. So all is well. Bless her fuzzy black heart.
ceebeegee: (Tatiana the Sausage Kitty)
I'm taking Tibby in to the vet this Wednesday to get some tests done and possibly put him on a transdermal relaxant. He and Tatia have been mixing it up for a couple of years now and it's getting worse--she's constantly hissing at him and he simply cannot leave her alone. This morning he went flying at her and she was really growling--it sounded as though they were actually fighting. If he just left her alone it wouldn't be so bad but he doesn't seem to get the message. So I looked up veterinarians in the area and had a long conversation with one of the doctors. My cat TC went through an aggressive period at one point and the vet addressed that by expressing his testicles and putting him on cat Valium--I mentioned that, and she said they had something similar, a kind of Paxil for cats that you can administer either in a pill or as a cream onto the ear. We talked about which cat I should bring in, and decided, at least at first, they should see the younger, more aggressive one. It's not going to be cheap but going by the price of the initial visit (without the tests and the medication), they don't seem to be ripping off anyone, and they're in the neighborhood.

Whew. This is a horribly inconvenient time for me to have to deal with this but it must be done. When both my kitties are at peace, I'll be a lot happier.
ceebeegee: (Tatiana the Sausage Kitty)
So they've figured out that there was rat poison in the tainted pet foods. I've checked out the list of tainted foods pretty thoroughly and I think the babies are safe. They certainly seem full of beans--not sick at all. I usually buy my cat food in bulk (I order many cases and have it delivered) and of course in cans--it seems most of the bad stuff was in puches. Thank goodness--I can't even imagine how upset I'd be if that happened to Tatiana and Tibby.


Here's the list for affected cat foods.
And here's the list for dog foods.

Hope everyone else is doing okay with their little ones...
ceebeegee: (crescent moon)
This power outage in Queens is insane. We had a regional blackout three years ago--not just the entire city, but many other states as well--and it was resolved quicker than this. I feel terrible for my buds--if anyone needs to sleep in the A/C, I got lots of room, as long as you don't mind kitties prancing over you.

On that subject--the Terrible Tabbies have become quite nocturnal lately. Tatia still hisses at Tibby from time to time, but they're--not playing, exactly, but certainly not fighting. They're interacting, chasing each other, and Tatia is roaming ALL OVER the apartment, and deliberately knocking stuff down. My cat TC (my childhood black tabby--I got him when I was 10, and he lived until I was 29) used to LOVE to knock stuff off my bureau, and then look over to see if I noticed. He especially loved knocking off the green turtle candle. It was a game with us. Like all my other cats he was vewwy vewwy bad. But I digress--Tatia and Tibby are romping around all night, which is great because it means Tatia isn't moping, she's getting exercise. But it also means I CAN'T SLEEP.

It's also hard sleeping because I still haven't found curtains that will block the light out completely. I need complete darkness when I sleep.
ceebeegee: (Me)
Yes, it's getting hot out there. No, I will not take off all my clothes.

I had an audition today where I was called in to read for the part of a first-grader, so I was dressed in a short-ish black schoolgirl skirt, a white tee-shirt, white ankles socks, black Mary Janes and my hair in ponytails. I got there, did my thing, and as I was leaving, I took my hair out of the ponytails. I was in Chelsea, walking toward 6th Avenue to get to Bed, Bath & Beyond. I was getting a couple of sidelong looks, and then a guy on a bike passed me and said "soooo sexay!" to me. I'm not sure what that says, when someone who's deliberately trying to evoke "first grader" gets whistled at.

I got home and there were two little girls posted outside the door leading into my next-door neighbor's apartment. They were sitting there with the door open, and I said hello and asked if they lived there. They said yes and I said "Do you like cats?" They said yes, and I said "Well, I have two of them and if you want to visit them, just knock on the door." I went in and picked up Tibby and tried to take him into the doorway so they could pet him--they reached out and tried to pet him but he was having *none* of it and kicked and did StrugglePuss and finally I let him go. He really is much shyer than Tatia. Except when it COMES to Tatia!

I have a new air conditioner. AND a new mattress--a big beautiful new mattress, not a futon mattress, that feels fantastic. My apartment is soooooo pimped out.
ceebeegee: (DV at the beach)
I was so insanely hot last night that I woke up at 6:30 and couldn't get back to sleep. I got as close as I could to the fan but nothing helped, so I finally tossed a pillow and a sheet down to the floor of the bedroom and crawled down from the left, to sleep on the floor of the living room in the blessed COOL. Aaauugh...I will be doing that again tonight.

The bifurcated layout of my apartment, combined with the location of the loft, means that where I sleep is by design the warmest spot in the apartment. I can take or leave A/C a lot of the time (I get cold so easily) but I MUST have it at night during the summer--I cannot sleep in the heat.

Update on the Terrible Tabbies: Tatiana has been on the Zoloft-for-cats medication for almost a month. It's gotten MUCH easier administering it to her, thank God--no more epic struggles to get her to open her clenched and growly jaws to drop down the tiny tablet. She knows by now she'll get lots of headskritches afterward. And the medications seems to be working--she is less hissy, a little more mellow around her little brother, although she still does give him attitude. But thank goodness she's at least a little calmer! It was terrible before, very stressful.

I ventured into the wilds of Hoboken last night to have a drink with Mike and Holly. They are planning another sailing trip this winter, and invited me along--they're going to Belize this time, rather than the BVI. It sounds like a fantastic time--I can't imagine anything I'd rather do than lie on the deck of a boat, soaking up sun in a lil' bikini with a drink in my hand, hanging out with cool people. My grandmother had a yacht when we lived in Fort Lauderdale and I used to go out on that when I was a little kid--many pictures of me at that age on the yacht. I miss it--I love being on the water (heck, I was born on the water--Coronado, California!). I am seriously tempted.
ceebeegee: (Tatiana the Sausage Kitty)
I am exhausted this morning, because I was jerked out of a dead sleep by the sound of a very angry Tatiana growling at her little brother. This has happened several times over the past couple of days (i.e., catfights in the middle of the night). I spoke sharply to them, Tibby ran off, then I coaxed Tatia over to me and stroked her and gave her lots of love until she was purring and happy. The incident ruined my sleep for the rest of the night; I kept waking up and stroking Tatia again, to make her purr so she wouldn't freak out if Tibby was near. My heart was racing, and still is, as though I'd taken too much NoDoz.

I've started Tatia on some behavioral medication to calm her down. It's supposed to have a similar effect as Paxil or Zoloft, but the vet said it takes a few weeks to really enter her system. I started it last Monday so I hope she'll start to be nicer soon. Just giving her the medication is a trial--I am not very good at giving pills to cats, especially cats who are already angry about their living situation.

I'm so tired. I just feel weird and woozy.
ceebeegee: (Default)
The Emperor Tiberius Hotspur Thpots got the big operation today--I dropped him off at the vet this morning and anxiously forced myself to walk away. I hate anesthesia and always worry someone's not going to come out of it. But Tibby Two-Shoes was fine, if woozy, when I picked him up this afternoon. The people at the vet's were very nice--they even gave me a new, sturdy cat carrier (I'd been using this old cardboard one that any truly determined feline could shred). Another cat owner had brought it in--they'd bought it to take their cat to England but the airline said it was too big so they gave it to the vet's. And they gave it to me! It's like a $30 carrier for free--so nice of them.

I really need to stop reading so many depressing books. Tracy gave me a copy of Looking for Mr. Goodbar for Christmas--I've never read the book before but I've seen the movie. MAN. It's like the single woman's Apocalypse Now. So unbelievably dark. And today I picked up from the library The Nanny Diaries and Peachtree Road, neither of which are exactly sweetness and light. The Nanny Diaries is particularly sad.
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I had a good weekend. Mike came over Sunday and we hung out at Deacon Brodie's, drankin'. We had some really nice conversation--I really enjoyed the whole evening. When we finally left it was almost 2 am so Mike stayed at my place and slept on the futon, being stalked by Tiberius the Fewocious. The next day I was unexpectedly energized and actually got quite a lot done. After having coffee with a friend, I went to the pet store and bought some Pounce treats (I have trained Tibby to do the most adorable trick--I shake the canister, he comes running, and then I hold a treat out and he stands on his hind legs and reaches out with his little paws to hold my hand in them like a baby with a bottle, and then takes the treat with his mouth. I cannot stand how adorable it is. I will post pictures). I also bought this device that you plug into an outlet and it emits cat pheromones that help control aggressive behavior. I got it to try to resolve the Tibby-Tatia problem. Kitty detente--give peace a chance. Then I stopped by a new clothing store in the neighborhood called Coup de Coeur on 9th Avenue--they were having a "blowout sale" so I was able to get a lovely sherbet colored lambswool sweater for very little.

Then I had a bite to eat with a friend, way down at a place called 11 Madison Park. It's a Danny Myers restaurant and they have this unbelievable tarte flambee pastry, all puff pastry and cream and kielbasa and pepperoni. My mouth was dreaming and didn't want to wake up, that's how delicious it was. The best way to experience these great restaurants is to sit at the bar--there's no pressure to order an expensive entree and you can just have an app and dessert, which is what we did. I also got the chocolate-peanut butter tarte (I felt this strange compulsion to all these luridly named items) which was peanut butter ice cream covered with a chocolate frosting and crushed butterfingers on tops, then topped with a caramelized tapioca sauce. That was all in one dish; then there was a dish of peanut brickle, and another dish with chocolate truffles.

Good times.
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It's been an exhausting, busybusybusy week, and a little depressing. But I had a lovely awakening this morning when I realized Tibby was perched on my chest, purring up a storm, and then gently kissed me with his sweet kitten mouth when I opened my eyes.

My heart burst with the cuteness.
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I woke up this morning with Tatia firmly wedged against the side of my head, attention fixed on the top of the stairs into the loft. She was hissing at this...this interloper who had invaded her domain. How DARE he?? The loft is HERS, it has always been HERS, and she will BROOK NO DISSENT. As a Grand Duchess, Tatiana is unafraid to pull rank or stand on ceremony. However, Tiberius is a Roman Emperor and will never back down. He has applied feline ingenuity and cunning (and of course has been growing) and has managed to figure out a way to get up to the loft and was all bright and cheery this morning. "Hi, Mommy! I know you just woke up so I'll just nibble on some of Sis's food until you can feed me." Tatia decided there would be none of that. I had to wake up quickly in order to avert an international incident.

My brave, clever little boy. My sweet defensive darling little girl.
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So I got to spend lots of quality time with my new little one (and my horrible big kitty, Tatiana, who is also still my baby, as she reminds me firmly). Tiberius is getting very comfortable in the apartment, and REALLY loves the bedroom. He adores hiding under the bureau and behind the door, notwithstanding Tatiana's hisses when she sees him. The absolute cutest thing is when he spies that other strange cat in the mirror, that one that has stripes and big agate-colored eyes--he attacks it (bumping his little furry head against the glass) or does Halloween Kitty, all hump-backed and fluffed-up fur and that sideways hopping walk toward the mirror. I just cannot BEAR it, I will die from terminal cuteness. They're going to find me stretched out on my floor, and New York 1 will do a public health alert about the importance of getting your cuteness immunity shots updated.

Picture! )

He is bonding nicely with me, and does making-bread on my tummy in the mornings and when I get home (all drunk on purring). You don't know cute until a kitten makes bread on your tummy, purringpurringpurring the whole time. Rrrrrrrrr........ He was also waiting for me on my bedroom floor this morning when I got up, all bright eyed ("Good morning, Mommy! Can I make you some coffee?"), even though he KNOWS that's Tatia's turf. He doesn't seem to fear her--he respects her hissing and doesn't come closer, but he doesn't get defensive or upset. But he's all boy and just as often he gets all fewocious and wants to attack my hand, which is a very boy-cat thing to do (T.C. did this all the time, whereas Tatia never does). I'll try to give him kisses and he's all "Ma! I don't want yucky kisses, I wanna play guns!" Then he'll wrap his widdle kitten paws around my wrist and kickkickkick with his bunny feet and be all Alligator Mouth. Because he is Fewocious.

Picture! )

Tatiana, of course, is unhappy, and spends most of her time in the loft. It hurts me to see her so upset. I've been giving her extra head skritches and tummy rubs (when she'll let me--she hisses at me when she smells Tibby on my hands). I adore her and really want her to feel happier soon; soon she'll realize she's the alpha cat in the apartment and she needs to teach his little brother what's up.

*Hail Emperor Tiberius! We who are about to die from cuteness salute you!


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