This was a funny morning.

Probably the funniest fail I’ve seen in a while:

> 214.92.839.32 does not like recipient.

:-)  So I forwarded it in an email to them, letting them know 214.92.839.32 thinks they are a wiener.  

I hate being put in the middle of fights between people…or one people and a mailer daemon.  Whatever.  

Still working on the cat(s) problem.  Romeo and Squoosh went to the vet today; Dr Vet decided to hold off on Romeo’s vaccines and instead keep him on cortisone and Theo-Dur.  Squoosh was there to have his claws trimmed (if I were you, I wouldn’t trust *me* to do it).  The last time Squoosh’s claws were trimmed, it was done by Pollyanna Peticide (the one who tried to talk me into snuffing Puff-Puff, even though I had already—mostly—decided to let Puff go), and she cut two of Squoosh’s claws back too far; they bled and hurt him, and so today Squooshable decided he wasn’t going to have any of it; they managed to get three of his four paws done before he went batshit on them.  :-)  This kind of pisses me off, ‘cos before Pollyanna, Squoosh would just hold his paw up and let you do whatever.  He never freaks on me, and I touch his paws and fingers all the time when I pet him (I was told a long time ago that you are supposed to, but I forget why), so I guess now he only trusts me to touch his paws and fingers.  I had told them (they had to take him in back to hold him down) that if it got too traumatic for Squooshable, to just give up, so they did when he went batshit.  He’s fine now—he was fine three minutes later, once he realised they had stopped.  Then, as I was checking out, a friendly dog surprised Squoosh in his carrier; I didn’t see the dog come up to my carriers either, but all of a sudden I heard the LOUDEST spit I have ever heard a cat give in my life, and I looked down and the dog owner was pulling the dog away from the cage—and I could see Squooshfur sticking out of BOTH SIDES of the carrier!  

Now how’d he manage that?

Romeo just sat in his carrier and growled; he was already pretty pissed off, and to him the dog was just one more indignity atop everything else that had just been done to him (he had fluids, cortisone, and more blood work; his Creatinine is at 2.9, which Dr Vet said is basically stable from last time—so that’s overall pretty good; stable is good).

But back to Squoosh:  To see what in the hell was going on in that carrier, I picked it up.  Squooshable had puffed up to look GINORMOUS!  He really looked HUGE!  And his big owl eyes were bigger then ever!  It was so cute!  I could practically hear him saying, ‘I am the biggest, baddest, most vicious cat in the universe, so don’t fuck with me, dog!  You’re gonna NEED a vet when I’m done with you!  Come back over here and I’m gonna fuck you up, motherfucker!  They’ll be giving me x-rays to find out where the missing pieces of DOG are, asshole!’

Now *I* know he was scared shitless, but he was trying *so* hard to look tough that I just had to laugh.  Two of the front counter girls had come around when they heard him spit (this really was a spitting that sounded like he had exploded, or something!), and when they saw him, they burst out laughing, too!  It was just so funny to see this ordinarily tame, friendly, and playful Squooshable blown up to three times his real size and trying to look like a bad ass!  So I picked Rome & Squoosh off the floor; the dog owner was apologising all over herself, but I wasn’t angry—I should have been watching my cats better, no one was hurt, and her dog was just being a friendly dog.  

:-)  Silly cat.

Now I have to get one more thing done, and then I am free!  

Well, temporarily, at least.

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