We leave for vacation on Friday, so Boy Kitten thinks this is an excellent time to start having loose poops. Our regular vet is at a conference, and her backups are all fully booked the rest of the week due to needing to cover for her. I did manage to drop off a sample this morning which they’ll check for worms and such, but that appears to be the best they can do. I made an appointment for when we are back in case this doesn’t resolve, but it’s with another vet there whom we’ve never seen.
He is otherwise perfectly happy, enthusiastically eating, playing, running around, getting into trouble, doesn’t seem to be in any discomfort at all and doesn’t care that his poop is gross, he just covers it up and moves on with life. So I don’t think this merits a run to the kitty ER or canceling our trip. But, seriously, kitty, NOW?
I was already nervous enough because this is the first time we’re leaving the kittens with a catsitter for more than an overnight.
I am still sick, and no an incapacitated type oof sick, just a type where concentrating is really hard and I’d rather be asleep. The perfect type, of course, to spend all day alone trying to minutely edit audio.
I see I am not the only one with tiny complaints involving stuff coming out of our pets! Why do they always demand food immediately after barfing? That makes NO sense.
I also had a cat who would have a hairball, and when I went to get something to clean it up with, it’d be gone because he ate it…
I just got twanded, and not for the purposes of having or trying for a baby. Oh well, at least the ultrasound tech was really nice and maybe one of my issues has improved…
My tiny complaint is much tinier:
This season of GBBO, one of the women has THE most squeaky and annoying voice when she panicks. Which she does every episode.
I have never heard this expression before but I assume it means what I think it means. CRINGE.
My doctor recently changed me to a different pill where I only get periods every 3 months. It is a thing of beauty. Though it’s kind of wrecked my skin. Still, I’ll take a few more zits in exchange for only having to be on the rag 4 times a year, WOOT!
My insurance keeps sending me emails about how I can get bonuses for tracking exercise (for the purpose of losing weight) and how I can “get the motivation to slim down.”
I thought it was bad enough when I saw ice cream tubs in the shop on Monday with the # of calories they contain in big fucking numbers on the side. I’m really pissed about it, may have to send a strongly worded letter. One of DH’s cousins replied to my insta post that she finds the calories “helpful so I don’t feel guilty about eating it”. THE PREMISE OF THAT SENTENCE IS FLAWED.
Oh well, at least the ultrasound tech was really nice and maybe one of my issues has improved…
