March 25, 2004 :: 2:37 a.m.
kitty recovery vibes needed, stat!
Things of note this evening:
Matt Rogers, a.k.a. Cheesy McHamington, got kicked off of American Idol. Apparently, there is a god.
I am about 65% done with my Drawing homework. This is actually a very big accomplishment for me, as I always manage to put it off until Sunday night. And then it sucks. But this time I sat down with my still-life, intending to just sketch out the base drawing and then abandon it, and ended up painting the bulk of it instead. And it doesn't suck! Well, one particular bit of it does kind of suck - it's too dark - but there's not much I can do about that. The still-life is three delicious Fuji apples, in case anyone is interested. And come to think of it, it's a good thing I painted them all tonight - by tomorrow night, at least one of them will be gone. So, go me.
Rufus is hurt! My little baby poofer is limping hardcore; he doesn't put any weight on it at all, even when he's just sitting down. It's the saddest thing I have ever seen in my life. Except for that one time when Giles was limping. Yeah... limping animals really get me. What can I say? It's awful. I feel so bad for him. I tried to give him a nice little pile of catnip, thinking that perhaps it would, erm, soothe the pain, but he just sniffed at it and then laid down. I believe he's currently stretched out all over it, actually. This leads me to believe that whatever happened to his paw (no one seems to know), it's fairly serious. Because Rufus does not turn down The Nip.
I really want to be all, "See? I told you he shouldn't be allowed out!" But I can't. I'm too busy being sad for him. But dammit, this is a prime example of WHY the cats should stay inside. Our house is on a fairly busy road. There is a dog in every yard, and I know for a fact that not all of them are cat-friendly. It's a hazardous situation that could easily be avoided if my family members would pull their heads out of their asses for just one moment and pretend to care about the well-being of our pets. ARGH. Whatever. My mom is calling the vet first thing in the morning to see about taking Rufus in - hopefully she can get him in tomorrow sometime. And oh boy, do I ever not envy that veterinarian. Rufus is not the most pleasant of creatures on his best of days, but tonight he's just... yow. Snarly and mean. And you know, I totally get that. He's hurt. He doesn't want people touching him. But man, he's going to be hard to handle. Maybe they can sedate him first.
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
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