Friday, March 30, 2007


Well just days after my last posting the baby arrived (5 weeks early). For the full scoop pleace check out my other blog!

It's suffice to say that my life will mostly consist of baby news until things start to settle down. I am looking forward to nights when the husband and I can sleep through the night and I can work on knitting again.

So please check the baby blog for the latest info on what we are up to whether it is a 3am feeding or the discovery of fingers and toes. When I am more rested I'll go back to writing on both blogs, since I still want to believe that I will have a life even with the baby.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Those evil Girl Scouts!

Ok, well maybe the Girl Scouts themselves aren't exactly evil but those Girl Scout Cookies sure are! We got our order today and the husband was so excited! By far the Samoas are my favorite evil little indulgence. Thank goodness these things are only around nce a year. I think it would completely ruin me, if these things were available at the grocery store any time I wanted them!

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Pitiful Kitty Cat

My poor kitty had her surgery yesterday to remove her Mast Cell Tumor on her ear. I got to pick her up last night. She practically screamed bloody murder when the vet tech was handling her in the mystery back room of the vet's office.

When she got home she was happy to be home and went right to her food and water bowls to eat and drink. So I guess that is a good sign. Her walking gait was very unsteady and wobbly like she was a bit drunk. She has to wear an Elizabethan collar to protect her ear stitches for about 10-14 days until they come out. So she doesn't quite understand why this horrible collar is on her and why she can't reach her head or bathe like normal. The vet said she would have trouble judging distances and I can tell that when she jumps up, down, or goes down the stairs - but that seems to be improving as the general anesthesia wears off. She gets some pretty good pain meds for the next few days but she more than anything seems unhappy with her situation.

I would be unhappy too if half my head and paw were shaved, my ear hurt, I couldn't rub my head, bathe like normal, or had to maneuver carefully to go to the bathroom, eat, and walk around since a big collar was around my head for furniture to bump into. She seems most happy just to sit with me and have me pet her and carefully rub her head where I am allowed to. She even seems happy for me to groom her since she can't. Poor baby.