It’s the bile, baby
Once per day, like clockwork, Chelsea walks to my desk, vomits up some lovely yellow bile, and then slinks away. Perhaps it’s spite, perhaps it’s anxiety, perhaps it’s a touch of pancreatitis? With Chelsea I doubt the answer will be simple. We’ll take her to the vet on the weekend, as she doesn’t seem to be in any discomfort and is otherwise “normal” for her. She had all kinds of baseline blood and urine tests done the day before she came to live with us, so if there are any medical problems, they’ve developed over the past month. I’ve ordered the cats two more Fat Cat Big Mama’s Scratch-O-Rama sisal scratching pads because the cats love them so, and maybe that will make Chelsea more cheery.
I just can’t seem to get a photo of Derek and his beautiful blue eyes, because the camera flash keeps turning his eyes red. I need to read the manual, but in the interim, this is the best I could do:
We’re in the process of making some “business decisions” (ooh, cryptic!), and trying some home refinancing to pay for them. Refinancing means an appraisal, which means a yukky stranger will be coming to our house! It’s going to happen on Friday and I think I might actually chose to have a Pap smear instead, if given the choice. There’s a lot less dusting, scrubbing, vacuuming, etc., with a Pap. Everytime I write that word, “Pap”, I think of “Dead Like Me” and George’s boss at “Happy Time”, Dolores. If you haven’t seen the show, well, she likes to talk about Paps, but she does it in a way which would best be reflected by 1pt white font on a white background. Somewhat related to the Pap talk, this link is hilarious: http://www.transbuddha.com/mediaHolder.php?id=211. Oh, and the music is catchy, too.
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