Ah, Yearlies
Today (possibly yesterday if the time's late enough), sweet Charlotte and myself took a trip down south to see the vet. It was rather more stressful than her last visit, due to the newest method of injecting one of the vaccines. They use an air gun to penetrate the skin. I'm not sure how it works, but I am sure that Charlotte was not a fan.
The tally was a car full of mournful yowls (both ways), a silent hiss, a vocal hiss, and an aerial spectacular featuring a scream. The last was from the air gun. Overall, she was remarkably tolerant, and the vet commented on it. Gold stars for kitty.
She's also a whopping 13+ pounds. I asked the vet about her health, and mentioned that she'd plumped up immediately after being spayed, but was eating no more and exercising no less. He said that was expected, but that for a cat of her age and structure, she should weigh about 2 pounds less. So I'm going to cut her food a bit (he recommended ten percent) and try to add more play time. I'm apparently a good pet mother for caring. Gold stars for me.
Everything else checked out healthy, and so we're good to go for another year.
In other news, the thesis was well-accpeted, and needs some revisions (my current project) and a tweaked character (something I think I've just now managed to iron out in notes and will be working on throughout the rest of the revision process). I'd tell you what it is, but that would ruin the surprise when you read it...
Oh, and I've added an introduction thingy, as per the rules. Apparently, you've got to have a mini-paper at the beginning that reflects on the genre you're writing and your own work's place within it. It's, shall we say, utterly pretensious. Well, I doubt mine is, but only because I'd be too embarrassed to submit something like that. But there's a lot of potential, and I can see certain folks having a great time plumping up their egoes. (is that the proper plural? anyone know? I don't.)
Name is changed in my mind, and if email doesn't fail, on the official stuff too.
Boss and coworkers have asked about the defence, asked in passing whether they could come. I mean, yeah, it's free and open to the public, but if too many people cram into that room, I'm going to pass out before I finish reading a paragraph. I'm flattered though, and if they show, they show.
The parental unit is showing up, a truly excellent turn of events. They'll get to hear me read (I'll try to pick a non-gory part, or something), they'll see the new apartment (in its half-moved-in state), and they'll get to meet Charlotte (which should be a lot of fun). Of course, my futon is absolutely hell on the back and my bed is teeny tiny, so they'll be getting a hotel. But still. I know I saw them just a few weeks ago, but I look forward to seeing them again.
Bug season is upon us. I zapped three roaches today alone, and have encountered countless others within the last week. Charlotte is a tremendous help here, as she considers moving things to be toys. The smaller and faster, the more entertaining. Crickets are the best, because they jump until she's torn the legs off. A bit cruel of her, but she *does* need more exercise...
Dirt Town is green this month, and looking mighty tropical along the street I take to campus. Still not enough rain, and the heat is unreal. By eight most mornings it has already cleared 70 degrees and is well on the way to 80. I recall fondly the days when the high was in the upper 60s. Now that's our low, and it only happens at about four or five in the morning.
I can't think of anything else relevant at the moment, and it's too late to make an attempt to fight off the sleepy feelings. So I'm off for the night.
Love and Peace (and healthy kitties)
The tally was a car full of mournful yowls (both ways), a silent hiss, a vocal hiss, and an aerial spectacular featuring a scream. The last was from the air gun. Overall, she was remarkably tolerant, and the vet commented on it. Gold stars for kitty.
She's also a whopping 13+ pounds. I asked the vet about her health, and mentioned that she'd plumped up immediately after being spayed, but was eating no more and exercising no less. He said that was expected, but that for a cat of her age and structure, she should weigh about 2 pounds less. So I'm going to cut her food a bit (he recommended ten percent) and try to add more play time. I'm apparently a good pet mother for caring. Gold stars for me.
Everything else checked out healthy, and so we're good to go for another year.
In other news, the thesis was well-accpeted, and needs some revisions (my current project) and a tweaked character (something I think I've just now managed to iron out in notes and will be working on throughout the rest of the revision process). I'd tell you what it is, but that would ruin the surprise when you read it...
Oh, and I've added an introduction thingy, as per the rules. Apparently, you've got to have a mini-paper at the beginning that reflects on the genre you're writing and your own work's place within it. It's, shall we say, utterly pretensious. Well, I doubt mine is, but only because I'd be too embarrassed to submit something like that. But there's a lot of potential, and I can see certain folks having a great time plumping up their egoes. (is that the proper plural? anyone know? I don't.)
Name is changed in my mind, and if email doesn't fail, on the official stuff too.
Boss and coworkers have asked about the defence, asked in passing whether they could come. I mean, yeah, it's free and open to the public, but if too many people cram into that room, I'm going to pass out before I finish reading a paragraph. I'm flattered though, and if they show, they show.
The parental unit is showing up, a truly excellent turn of events. They'll get to hear me read (I'll try to pick a non-gory part, or something), they'll see the new apartment (in its half-moved-in state), and they'll get to meet Charlotte (which should be a lot of fun). Of course, my futon is absolutely hell on the back and my bed is teeny tiny, so they'll be getting a hotel. But still. I know I saw them just a few weeks ago, but I look forward to seeing them again.
Bug season is upon us. I zapped three roaches today alone, and have encountered countless others within the last week. Charlotte is a tremendous help here, as she considers moving things to be toys. The smaller and faster, the more entertaining. Crickets are the best, because they jump until she's torn the legs off. A bit cruel of her, but she *does* need more exercise...
Dirt Town is green this month, and looking mighty tropical along the street I take to campus. Still not enough rain, and the heat is unreal. By eight most mornings it has already cleared 70 degrees and is well on the way to 80. I recall fondly the days when the high was in the upper 60s. Now that's our low, and it only happens at about four or five in the morning.
I can't think of anything else relevant at the moment, and it's too late to make an attempt to fight off the sleepy feelings. So I'm off for the night.
Love and Peace (and healthy kitties)
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