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Strange times...
Jul. 27th, 2005 08:44 amEvery once and awhile I think about how certain aspects of my life are just... odd. For example, last night I come home and there's a large medical type book in the hallway resting on top of paper towels. The paper towels are a bit damp. Not knowing why this arrangement might be in place, but trusting that the Beau had a good reason for it, I left it alone.
Later that night, when speaking with the Beau he mentions it- and then asks if the carpet underneath was discolored. Why no, it's fine. This is good since apparently Sasha hacked up a couple hairballs that afternoon.
My first response, "oh GOOD!"
Yeah, since when does cat vomiting hairballs=good. Well in this case, since a few weeks ago. See, the longhaired monster has been coughing a bit and acting like she had a hairball that just wouldn't come out. We've been treating her with hairball goo, which I tell the cats is a treat. Sasha goes nuts and insists on getting her fair share. Shows how far the Beast has come, a few years ago she never would have eaten it from my finger- she would have sniffed it and ignored it. However now, since Leo wants it- it must be good! Weird creatures.
However even with the hairball goo nothing seemed to change. The lack of hairball exiting worried me because I know of a cat that needed very expensive surgery to have a hairball removed from his stomach. (Though in the entertaining arena... the cat had been known as Olivia until the surgery revealed that she was a he. The name was switched to Oliver.) Given everything going on funding such a surgery for Sasha would be highly challenging. So I am very relieved that it looks like she's fine now.
In other random thoughts, I sometimes wonder if my neighbors think I'm some sort of abusive mom when they walk by my apartment and hear me shouting at Sasha and Leopolde ('cause he's always Leopolde when he's in trouble. ;) ). Not that I yell at them all THAT much (well, not her... she's my little angel (in comparison. ;) )), just whenever I do I have to wonder what a stranger might think.
Yeah so... cat vomiting hairballs=good
Later that night, when speaking with the Beau he mentions it- and then asks if the carpet underneath was discolored. Why no, it's fine. This is good since apparently Sasha hacked up a couple hairballs that afternoon.
My first response, "oh GOOD!"
Yeah, since when does cat vomiting hairballs=good. Well in this case, since a few weeks ago. See, the longhaired monster has been coughing a bit and acting like she had a hairball that just wouldn't come out. We've been treating her with hairball goo, which I tell the cats is a treat. Sasha goes nuts and insists on getting her fair share. Shows how far the Beast has come, a few years ago she never would have eaten it from my finger- she would have sniffed it and ignored it. However now, since Leo wants it- it must be good! Weird creatures.
However even with the hairball goo nothing seemed to change. The lack of hairball exiting worried me because I know of a cat that needed very expensive surgery to have a hairball removed from his stomach. (Though in the entertaining arena... the cat had been known as Olivia until the surgery revealed that she was a he. The name was switched to Oliver.) Given everything going on funding such a surgery for Sasha would be highly challenging. So I am very relieved that it looks like she's fine now.
In other random thoughts, I sometimes wonder if my neighbors think I'm some sort of abusive mom when they walk by my apartment and hear me shouting at Sasha and Leopolde ('cause he's always Leopolde when he's in trouble. ;) ). Not that I yell at them all THAT much (well, not her... she's my little angel (in comparison. ;) )), just whenever I do I have to wonder what a stranger might think.
Yeah so... cat vomiting hairballs=good
