The Yesterday Report

[xifeng]

I am feeling considerably less emo today, thanks to 1.) a pretty good yesterday and 2.) 14 hours of sleep, something that's been in short supply since Thursday. Basically, yesterday was all right--I went in to work from about 8:30 to 4:30, typed LPRs, all that crap. Mark poked his head in around 11:15 to ask me if I liked Golden Corral, assuring me that I would instantly feel much better about myself due to the preponderance of the horrifically huge. He was not kidding. (Also, it appears that our troops were deployed to the Evansville Golden Corral, but okay.) Since I couldn't find a polite way to say, Uh, I can't eat right now, but thanks, I tagged along and managed to choke down a plateful.

I'd rung Joy earlier in the day to see if she wanted to grab a bite to eat. We agreed to meet after I ran to the library (because frankly if I didn't get Isaac Deutscher's biography of Trotsky there was going to be big trouble), so we hung out at Olive Garden, and then subsequently at the bookstore. It was probably around 8 or 9 when I got out of Joy's driveway; Mom had been at home dealing with the lumpenproletariat. (We finally moved all X-chan's stuff out of the house yesterday and packed it off to Arizona for her; the piano and butcher block, which dethorats and treyvadi will remember, are gone now. It'll take some getting used to.)

Callice has been peeing in places that are not the litterbox, and has been doing this fairly recently. I'm almost hoping that this is something physical, because then it can be fixed fairly easily; however, I suspect that it's behavioral. I just can't figure out why; there's no new pet, no new baby, no move, no major trauma. We've given her the benefit of the doubt where the guest room is concerned, but she's been peeing on the wing chairs, the rattan couch on the porch, and in X-chan's closet (all places where she'd have ample opportunity to get to the litterbox). So I'm calling the vet tomorrow and making an appointment for her: hopefully that will work out.

Hopefully everything will work out.

Comments

[tara]

Is your m0mmy home less at the moment? Because if she is (and I know you're not home much) it might simply be that the kitty is feeling lonely, and weeing in naughty places is a very good way of getting attention.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

Teh m0mmy has been keeping her usual hours lately; I do, however, get the feed that Callice is doing this to try and get my attention, since when she tried to pee on one of the wing chairs yesterday, she looked right at us, as if to say, "Go on and stop me. I dare you!" (We did stop her.)

Joy said she also thought it was most likely an attention-getting thing, since her transsexual cat has been doing the same thing. (This after bladder surgery, so he has slightly more of an excuse.)

[tara]

Eep, yes, that does sound a lot like attention-seeking behaviour then, especially as cats are usually so private about their toileting habits. There's probably something minor that's changed that you haven't even realised, like a new cat in the neighbourhood or something like that.

Also, new greeny layout! Whee!

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

Well, there is a sizable population in our neighborhood of cats who either don't belong to anyone or who are allowed to roam the neighborhood at will, so it's possible Callice has run into some of those; over the weekend, she screamed at two of them to GET OFF OUR SIDEWALK NOW DAMMIT.

It's an old greeny layout, but I like it. :)

[tara]

Hee, I can just picture that :) It's like Tricky whenever anyone walks past. He does not appreciate it at all.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

There's an orange-and-white cat who is not shy at all about coming up to you and demanding pets; we call him Cat Jesus because he loves everybody. When Callice first met Cat Jesus, her immediate response was, "NO!!!!!111 THIS IS OUR PORCH! GET OFF IT!!!!!"

[tara]

There's an orange cat who comes visiting here too. She keeps out of Misty's way, but loves sitting on top of the back fence and taunting Tricky *g*

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[dethorats]

The clever's gone? ;_; Whatever will you do without the precious?

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't cry! The cleaver LIVES!

...it just does so in a place that is not the butcher block, and off the top of my head I can't think where Mom put it. XD

[dethorats]

Thank goodness! It was very bothersome to think of your house being without the necessary cleaver.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

Oh, I could never deprive you of cleavery goodness. XD