You know it’s going to be a bang-up day when it starts with you googling “cat diarrhea.” Thankfully the cat is actually using the box to take care of this business or I’d have an even bigger problem on my hands. It figures that his digestive distress would start up right after I took him to the vet for his annual checkup. He was such a brat at the doctor that he will have to be at death’s door for me to ever take him back. I’m still healing from the scratches that he inflicted on my forearms and neck from when I had to hold him down while she tried to take his temperature. We didn’t succeed. I have freakishly strong, panicky animals. (We went through the same ridiculousness with the dog last month.)
I told the vet about his inappropriate peeing and based on his general pissed off mood and the fact that he bit both my hand and hers and then jumped on top of the cabinets and I had to stand on the counter to retrieve him . . . we diagnosed him as a frustrated and angry pee-er. Lucky me. Now I have both the human and feline variety. A matched set. Pretty soon I’ll be able to get my PHD in angry peeing.
Her prescription for him was more time outdoors. Yes, please. Get out of my face. Anyway, it seems to be working since I’ve not seen any marking in a week and he seems less annoyed in general. It appears that he has also stopped stalking and harassing the dog. Another new irritating behavior that he picked up in the past month. The vet asked if there were any changes in the home that might cause the cat to act out and honestly, the only thing that has changed is that Josh left. I highly doubt that the cat cares that the person who likes him the least went away.
Zeki probably picked up a parasite outside that is causing his digestive troubles, but whatever. I’ll put that at number #3,241 on my Things That Are Important list. What is important is that Josh is coming home in 2 days. Inshallah. And since I’m always honest, I’ll be transparent and say that I am not missing Josh in a romantic, “I miss the love of my life” kind of way, but in the “Hallelujah, someone is coming with a life preserver!” kind of way. Sorry, Love. I’m sure after you come in and rescue me, the romantic feelings will follow.
Josh will arrive and inshallah, will make someone fix the dripping from my bathroom ceiling. Yes, it’s been like that for a month now. I just keep swapping out the saturated towels that I lay on the floor to catch the drips. I’ve messaged the landlord, I’ve told the repair people . . . no one cares and I’m beyond caring. Sure, I have people over and they have to dodge the drips from the ceiling when they go use the bathroom. Such is our crazy life here.
Maybe Josh be able to figure out why the internet keeps dropping out. Two days off, one day on, one day off and on all day, repeat. Today is an on day thankfully. I’m also hoping Josh can solve the mystery of my Copy Protected Tuesday. We have cable and a DVR through a local provider here and every Tuesday I’m not able to watch TV because on both live TV and recorded programs, I get a black screen with a message saying:
