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May 09, 2005
Not really an entry. Need more coffee.
5:15 a.m. Alarm goes off
5:15:03 a.m. Alarm mysteriously shut off by sleeping hand
5:47 a.m. Realize I have to get up. Cat snuggles in under chin.
6:20 a.m. Oh shit! Realize I was supposed to call Jen at 6 a.m. for wake-up call.
6:22 a.m. Get up, feed cats, clean catbox
6:30 a.m. Lay on sofa with blanket pulled up to chin, cats snuggled in. Turn on TV.
6:31 a.m. Call Jennifer. "Jen, it's me, sorry I'm late calling. Cats, oversleep, etc." We grumble chitchat. "I'll call you back in half an hour and make sure you're up."
7:08 a.m. Call J. Back, no answer. Still on sofa in pajamas with blanket up to chin and two cats snuggled up watching morning news.
7:22 a.m. Jen calls. "I was in the shower when you called, getting ready, cannot fucking believe I have an exam today." Me: "Well, you're doing better than I am. I have to leave my house at 7:45 to catch the last bus and I'm still on the sofa watching TV."
7:24 a.m. Realize have missed bus, am not in shower, and I have to give Roy his medicine
7:24:30 a.m. Complain aloud about having to make a CAT take not one but TWO pills
7:25 a.m. Try to reason with Roy. Explain that he must go in and take his cat pills so he will never have to go back to the vet. Also tell him how much cat pills cost.
7:26 a.m. Reasoning fails. Roy not listening. Must get off sofa and force pills on him.
7:37 a.m. Roy thinks I am trying to murder him. He hates me.
7:39-8:07 a.m. Shower, pull on only remaining clean clothes for work, leave house. Hair wet. Plenty of time to dry in the CAR since I MISSED the bus. Roy is in a corner telling the other cats about how I'm trying to KILL him and how they must band together and kill me first. They listen intently. Except for Bob, who is staring at his own paw.
8:15 a.m. Trying to pour coffee in a cup at 7-11:
Guy next to me: Blah blahblah blah?
Me: ...? Did you say something? I'm sorry. I'm not awake.
Guy: Could you hand me a lid?
Me: You have an earring in your chin.
Guy: Uh... huh?
Me: Did I say that out loud?
Guy: Uh, yeah.
Me: I have to go now.
9:05 a.m. Arrive at desk. Stare at keyboard.
Boss: Did you get my voicemail about the blahblah blah blah?
Me: No, I was late, there was a chin ring. And cat pills.
Boss: You need coffee.
Me: I have coffee.
Boss: You need MORE coffee.




Posted by laurie at May 9, 2005 12:06 PM
Comments
Yikes! I find myself saying, "Did I say that out loud?" a lot lately. I'm glad I am not the only one.
Posted by: Brad at May 9, 2005 12:12 PM
Wow I must be lucky to be one of the first commenters. Have you ever noticed your cat looks like a Bobcat, the first picture you posted, he looks like a wild kitty not a harmless house kitty. A harmless house kitty that no doubt is planning your demise as I type this.
Well hope you survive through the evening, I'd sleep with one eye open and maybe Bob by your side, maybe you can get him to concentrate on you instead of his paw.
Posted by: Rebekah at May 9, 2005 12:15 PM
heh--i love Roy's one fang more than I have loved anything in quite a few days.
Posted by: Ashley at May 9, 2005 12:22 PM
Sounds almost like one of my days about three weeks ago. I had to give my cat painkillers and anti-biotics (she had surgery) by putting it under her tongue with a syringe and a dropper! That was fun... ;)
Posted by: Lisa P at May 9, 2005 12:28 PM
Coffee causes wrinkles. I'm just saying.
Posted by: ~drew emborsky~ at May 9, 2005 12:41 PM
IT DOES NOT.
Posted by: laurie at May 9, 2005 12:42 PM
PLEASE tell me you read the comic "Get Fuzzy" he has a one fang cat too, his name is Bucky and yeah he's quite the cat. :)
And I also have a serious problem confusing inner and outer monologue.
Posted by: Carma at May 9, 2005 12:53 PM
I love Roy's one ferocious fang! And I totally understand the cat and pill thing. We had the same struggle with our kitty who is hyperthyroid. Now we get the medicine compounded into a liquid and that is amazingly easy. And supposedly it tastes like "chicken"!
Posted by: LisaB at May 9, 2005 12:59 PM
The way I see it, you're doomed to death-by-kitty.
I think I especially liked the way you told him to get in there and take his meds. Duh, everyone knows cats can't open medicine they are SUPPOSED to take. Only the stuff they're not supposed to have.
W. :)
Posted by: Wendy at May 9, 2005 01:04 PM
I am glad I am not the only Get Fuzzy fan out there. We even named our new cat Bucky...but luckily he is not quite as sadistic as the Bucky of comic strip fame.
Must stop typing...it is pissing the cat in my lap off.
Posted by: Mary at May 9, 2005 01:10 PM
You have to put that fang shot on Catster! My kitties are fed up with me following them around with a camera waiting for them to yawn - but they make the best pics!
Posted by: Eileen at May 9, 2005 01:14 PM
Two things:
A dear friend of mine once said, "Coffee is the lifeblood of the awake." Poignant, disgusting, yet somewhat true.
Does Roy meow with a lisp? You know, 'cause of the one fang. Like Sylvester or something (Sylvester the Cat, not Stallone... although...).
meowthhhhh
Posted by: Stephanie Vw at May 9, 2005 01:14 PM
So my older cat, Marley, has a sniffly cold, which makes his nose somewhat snotty.
Unfortunately it kind of all crusts on there, and I have to get a warm rag and clean his face.
Oh, the horror of this!
WARM CLOTH ON FACE!! THE END OF THE WORLD!!
Posted by: ashbloem at May 9, 2005 01:16 PM
Okay it doesn't. (But it really does)
Posted by: ~drew emborsky~ at May 9, 2005 01:19 PM
Hey, he has an earring in his chin, what did he expect, to blend in?
Coffee does not cause wrinkles, it keeps them from forming.
Posted by: Anmiryam at May 9, 2005 01:28 PM
Tuna-flavored amitriptylin. For cats. IT DOES NOT TASTE LIKE TUNA. I REPEAT, IT DOES NOT TASTE LIKE TUNA.
Our cat is a swatter who gets into fighting stance when he sees me coming with the syringe full of tuna-flavored anti-depressants. Geez. If he'd just stop peeing on all my shoes, I'd stop drugging him!
Posted by: Bad Hippie at May 9, 2005 01:29 PM
I love "Get Fuzzy." Except that he's a Yankees fan...brrr.
And I totally love the chair Roy is holding his meeting in. What a cool cat!
Posted by: Mary in Boston at May 9, 2005 01:53 PM
Coffee saves lives. Trust me on this.
I cannot give Sheba (my cat) a pill to save her life, but I do give her two insulin injections a day. What can I say? She doesn't object at all to needles and objects vociferously (and frankly, in a quite terrifying manner) to pills.
Posted by: Carrie K at May 9, 2005 01:55 PM
Sounds like me. Hmm, I know I have to get to the bus stop by 9:05, and it takes me 20 to shower...since it's 8:50 maybe I should get off my butt. What a morning!
Posted by: Vicki at May 9, 2005 01:59 PM
ROTFL at Roy's pictures. Too funny.
Posted by: Rani at May 9, 2005 01:59 PM
This post is so freakin hilarious!
I love the way your write/think/live life.
Posted by: Chelee at May 9, 2005 02:03 PM
My mother has been told by her vet that if you pick the cat up by the back of the neck (I'm assuming she means the hair - and, please, don't strangle poor Roy no matter how hard he has scratched you). Then, you lift the cat off of its feet this way. Apparently, holding a cat off the floor by the back of the next paralizes its front legs in some way (not permanent!) so it can't get ahold of you to claw the heck out of your arms. Then, you can get the medicine into the mouth easier. She always asks the vet for liquid medicines so she can just squirt them in. This may be something to try in the future. She says it works like a charm.
Posted by: Krista at May 9, 2005 03:19 PM
"...except for Bob, who is staring at his own paw.."
I laughed so hard at this line I snorted.
Really, have you ever thought of writing a book?
Posted by: mel at May 9, 2005 03:31 PM
everday, i come home from work and look forward to reading what you've chosen to share with us. today, dude, you made me laugh out loud. i hope roy's coup falls flat and you live another needing coffee, cat pills, missing the bus day.
xo
Posted by: rachel m at May 9, 2005 03:33 PM
..and for anyone who has trouble giving their cats pills, try this... 1st wrap the pill in a tiny bit of soft white bread.(so it's pea size)
then soak it in some cat food.(canned of course)
give your cat a treat or kibble if they eat them right up ( this opens their throat) next, gently grab them by the back of thier neck( I dont pick my cat up) open mouth and pop in. hopefully the cat food taste fools them. anyway, this works for me.
Posted by: mel at May 9, 2005 03:47 PM
Please warn your readers not to be eating when they read your posts. It's seriously dangerous. A gal could choke you know.
**chewed up burrito bits a flyin at monitor**
Posted by: melanie at May 9, 2005 04:10 PM
Love the Roy plotting! Best laugh I've had all day!
Posted by: Michele at May 9, 2005 04:12 PM
My cats plot too. They try to look like nothing's going on upstairs, but there is... oh yes... there is...
Posted by: Jennifer at May 9, 2005 04:36 PM
The only thing that works with our cat and pills is smearing canned cat food on her nose at the same time. A student of mine told me that (only, they used butter), saying that it's the licking it off that makes them swallow the pill. So far, it's worked pretty well--once I find the cat and drag her out from the far back corner from under our king size bed. Oh well.
Posted by: Bina at May 9, 2005 05:10 PM
Our Midnight was diagnosed with IBS (yep, just like us folks!) in January. So I've been giving her a pill and a liquid every day. I do the 'grab the scruff of the neck' and try to pry open the mouth and drop in the pill then hold the mouth shut. She's much better at spitting it out than I am at getting it down. The liquid goes in easy, with a needle-less syringe.
Thanks to Mel, I'm going to try the disguised pill.
Posted by: CatBookMom at May 9, 2005 05:22 PM
Aw, Roy is gorgeous! Is he a Lynx point? Love the Bucky-esque fang as well, but would definitely recommend sleeping with one eye open!
Posted by: gaile at May 9, 2005 05:28 PM
Oh my gosh Roy's fang. I'm all atwitter like you get with baby animals from Roy and that fang. He's adorable. And jesuschrist, chick, is that how early you have to get up every day? That sucks. out. loud.
Posted by: jodi at May 9, 2005 05:56 PM
Okay so I'm a big enough loser to post again IMMEDIATELY about how much I love Roy and his fang. There's a character in Mikhael Bolgakov's "The Master and Margarita" who has one fang like that, he's like the devil's sidekick. And I can't remember for sure but he might be the same guy who turns into a cat who walks on his hind legs and smokes cigars and comes on to chicks. Is Roy the devil's sidekick, by chance?
Posted by: jodi at May 9, 2005 05:59 PM
No, Behemoth is the cat character, and the one with the fang is the other sidekick, Koryev (I think that's his name). After reading M&M, I've wanted to get a black cat and name it Bigemot (how it sounds in Russian). The one time I got to go to Apt. 50, there was a huge black cat sitting in the doorway-very cool.
Posted by: Bina at May 9, 2005 06:06 PM
you are so cute. you should have your own show. and your baby with the one toof..that's what missing toothed mouth is called...a toof...too damn cute. i get that situation too. have you ever tried one of those pill shooter things?
Posted by: natasha at May 9, 2005 06:10 PM
i'm headed to my first graveyard shift ever (and i'm 44) tonight. hubby is going to the grocery to buy me sugar free red bull (is two enough?). i feel your sleeping pain.
oh, can i have your chair?
Posted by: Inky at May 9, 2005 06:11 PM
Roy is a real-life Bucky (www.getfuzzy.com) -- RAWR indeed!
Posted by: kelly at May 9, 2005 06:42 PM
Yes, I second the comments on the liquid medicine! Pills + cats = disaster! I think Roy is sending mental messages to my kitten Unki and Unki has taken revenge on us by biting on our toes at 4 am. How that helps Roy I'm not sure but I like to think that there's one big huge cat conspiracy out there.
Posted by: marichan at May 9, 2005 08:01 PM
I feel your coffee-needing pain! Almost died when I read the part about the chin-ring (I have my lip pierced) and have received similar lack-of-coffee morning comments from people who think it is a little odd. Also there is a trick to getting animals to take pills. Whenever you're at home, randomly hold him and open his mouth and put your finger on his tongue. Eventually you'll be able to just pick him up and open him up and put the pill in. The one toothed-ness is great, my little girl only has one tooth, I'll have to get a picture of her in a similar pose and we can compare! Love and happy thoughts to you and I think I'll include a bag of coffee with the voodoo doll in the mail. ;o)
Posted by: Savannah at May 9, 2005 08:22 PM
I hate pills too - even when momy disguises them as peanut butter cheese and bits of meat I spit them out. Pills suck..
Mommy woke up late today too!
I would love to go shopping with you wayyy more fun then working with Mommy....
Stupid Mommy...
Posted by: minou at May 9, 2005 09:03 PM
I am no longer "allowed" to read your blog at home. My uncontrollable snickering "distracts" my working matrimonial male unit. I'm SURE you know what I say to that!
Ok, looks like we're on for the 21st. Run it by your Jen.
Posted by: La at May 9, 2005 09:45 PM
oh, wait....someone said Margarita! I'm SO there, dude!
Posted by: La at May 9, 2005 09:58 PM
Roy is too cute. how on earth did you manage to get such perfect photos.
Posted by: jacqueline at May 9, 2005 10:17 PM
That was hilarious. It totally distracted me from the work I stayed back late to do! I too have a cat who broods....and plans....unlke my other cats, who have the attention span of a damaged flea.
Posted by: Kellie at May 10, 2005 12:37 AM
You didn't know about this one but...
8:14am Roy telephones Starbuck (my cat) to start a nationwide revolt against humans. Look for that long distance call on your next phone bill.
8:15am Roy gets distracted by a bit of floating fluff and forgets all about revolt.
Posted by: Laurie at May 10, 2005 07:17 AM
And...
Oh My Gosh! I LOVE "Get Fuzzy"! Poor Sachel!
I sometimes feel like Bucky is my alter ego.
Posted by: Laurie at May 10, 2005 07:19 AM
Poor Roy with only one fang. He's like our Lello with only one fang. Fortunately, we had liquid medicine to give him, that isn't much easier, but at least he can't "cheak" it and spit it out later.
You are the funniest person alive and have cheered up a day that started out horrible. Thanks :)
Posted by: Heather Rodney at May 10, 2005 07:40 AM
Oh my God! You are hysterical! I can't read your blog at work anymore... The "others" think I've totally lost it!
Posted by: Cathy at May 10, 2005 10:17 AM
You officially hold the record for most "coffee snorted out my nose"! Note to self: no more consuming beverages while reading Laurie!
Posted by: Brenda in Toronto at May 10, 2005 10:18 AM
Gees, Roy, *pretend* to be compliant about the pill...even do a fakey swallow thing when she holds your mouth shut...then after she leaves, go behind the couch and SPIT IT OUT.
Make sure she doesn't see you, though, 'cause she'll either chase you all over the house, or else go to the compounding pharmacy to have the medicine made into a transdermal cream she puts on your ears every morning (EEWWW, don't mess with my ears!).
Posted by: GailV at May 10, 2005 10:57 AM
Crackhead neighbors rule.
Posted by: Jo at May 10, 2005 12:53 PM
Probably in the minority here, but that picture with the fang, totally made me think of my favorite comic strip, Get Fuzzy.
Posted by: Jenn at May 10, 2005 01:06 PM
my cat, Chance, with 2 really BIG fangs, has to take a pill every 4 days for the rest of his life. My salvation? the pill is plastic. (looks like a mini tylenol.) and this crazy cat? LOVES to eat plastic. (my trips to target? kitty christmas for him -- all those bags. I can't possibly empty them quick enough before he can chew through one or two...) Because of his crazy plastic fetish, he thinks his pill is a treat! Great. He gets his meds -- and i get to keep my flesh in one piece every 4 days! good luck with Bob. i love him. (and not because he's trying to kill you and all -- just b/c he's cute and looks like a white tiger.)
Posted by: stacyo at May 10, 2005 04:15 PM
Coffee - my drug of choice. Only serves me best, though, if at least 3 shots of espresso are in it.
Love the Kitties. Been there. I'm sure that mine are plotting to kill me daily (it subsides when food arrives), especially the two outside who have the dogs to contend with. Actually, they have the dogs whipped and they know it.
Inner thoughts making it into the public can be a good thing. Great conversation starters.
Posted by: equestqh at May 11, 2005 09:16 AM
napoleon has a chipped fang. it gives him a rakeish grin.
Posted by: maryse at May 11, 2005 10:22 AM
This is the funniest damn blog I have visited! I just found my way here, and now you have not only been bookmarked, but read to my husband, who howled also. Your "cats" are hilarious!
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