Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Amelia (Meg's old friend from ever ago, who is also sort-of my friend) sent this to me, and so I am putting it here, largely unchanged. Then I added some to it and sent it back; Amelia likes that interactive stuff. I'll have to comb through the new stuff later, though.
1. WHAT TIME DID YOU GET UP THIS MORNING?
I passed out at around 2:00am; I think I was watching Forensic Files, or something. Then I woke up at exactly 4:38. Then I got Blangley the Blanket (my favourite blanket), and went back to sleep on the sofa, cos I hate sleeping in my bed. If this shite keeps up, I may have to put a television back in my bedroom, cos I cannot fall asleep without tv or radio on...unless I'm sleeping with someone, which I amn't at this juncture. It is, I am told, a horrible habit to have a tv in the bedroom, but whatever; I'm not even going to get into the whole thing of how if someone were to come try to kill me, they'd start by looking in the bedroom (duh), and so I am outwitting them with my superior intellect. ;-) I generally prefer tv to radio for sleeping, because when you wake up for no reason with the radio on, it can be disorienting and spooky, especially if you have slept into some program that is broadcasting weirdness. Or, worse, when you actually get awakened by some crap like an EAS thing. Though I'm completely glossing over the one time I woke up freaked out by the morse code I was hearing on HSN. Somehow, I'd realised I was hearing it in my sleep, and that woke me up, and that was unsettling. Plus there's early-morning EAS crap on television, as well. Sigh. Please let me sleep! Unless zombies are attacking – in that case, wake me the fuck up already.
Back to the question: So then I fell asleep again, I'm not sure when. Then I woke up again at 6:50-ish. Then I gave up on sleeping, and fed the cats, ran a load of laundry, and cleaned the kitchen. Then I pulled up the data I've been working on since I drove back in from my father's yesterday, and promptly fell asleep for about 45 minutes. Then I woke up when Meg's cat jumped on me, and I've been running data up until about twenty minutes ago. Bleah. Now I'm famished.
Amelia, I think you should come over and make brunch for the two of us; what say you?
2. DIAMONDS OR PEARLS?
...it depends upon when, and for what purpose. That's a cop-out answer, I know, but...feh. Though, I love black diamonds, and probably turn up wearing them more often...though just as soon as I typed that, I thought about how often I'm wearing coloured pearls, so...I still don't know. Both. Yes. Indubitably.
3. WHAT WAS THE LAST FILM YOU SAW AT THE CINEMA?
Oh, goodness. Ummm... I went to something with Catherine a few months ago, but I'll be damned if I can remember what that was right now. Oh! I did go to an indie film thing a little bit ago and saw http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Young%40Heart_%28film%29 (an alternately-playing film at this festival had been recommended to me, but I *loved* Y@H), so it was probably Young @ Heart. Go see it if you get the chance; you'll laugh your ass off, and weep your eyes out.
Under normal circumstances, I get to go to the movies never. Amelia, come make brunch for us, and take me to the movies! ;-) And no, I am not forgetting about going to see The Devil Wears Prada with you, but that was almost two years ago. But it *was* fun, and us trying to explain to the waiter how to make poutine and then 'settling' with him on chilli cheese fries after was probably the most I laughed all that year.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?
I guess that I don't have one, although Meg would tell you that it's ShopNBC, QVC, HSN, and JTV, all at once.
But we know she's deranged.
I never get to watch tv in a regular, 'I-am-a-devoted-fan-of-this-series' sense. I try to watch Monk and Psych when I remember and/or have the time (the latter because Gus reminds me *so* much of Meg), though I miss a lot of episodes. I also like It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and anything like Crossing Jordan, CSI, L&O, Forensic Files, Snapped, and so on, mainly because it is fun to see how creative people can be, and when they're trying to off each other, it gets pretty creative. Oh, and documentaries – love them. I have been told that I would love Two and a Half Men, though I don't know; it's never on at one in the morning, when I am looking to fall asleep to something. I channel surf a lot.
5. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?
More often than not, I can't manage that breakfast thing. When I do, it is more often than not some meal bar thing, or something like that. I used to hate eggs; now I don't (I actually get some raging egg salad/stuffed egg cravings at times), but I do not often get to do that Actual Breakfast stuff. I also love the Nova-on-a-Bagel action, but again...I'm a poor planner, self-wise.
6. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
Sorry. But it's weird to most. You'd probably make fun of me mercilessly. :-)
7. WHAT FOOD DO YOU DISLIKE?
Food with tentacles. Blecch. Though I like the part of calamari that does not consist of tentacles. I just draw the line at tentacles. Srsly.
8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CD?
I have far too many favourites to pick just one. The old 'if you were stranded on a deserted island...' question, and I just am unable to pick. Sorry. I listen to everything, and it's just sad. :-D I just thank Ceiling Cat for the patron saints of electronic music (Theremin and Moog), 'cos that's my main love; I wouldn't want to live in a world untouched by Lev and Bob (yes, we are on a first-name basis), though I know that's a lot like saying I'm so glad I don't like Brussels sprouts, 'cos then I'd have to eat them, and I hate them. Shaddap.
9. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE?
Right now, a Ford-something; I am debating changing that in the upcoming months the way gas prices have gone, though.
10. FAVORITE SANDWICH?
Oh...that's a toughie; probably pastrami and swiss.
11. WHAT CHARACTERISTIC DO YOU DESPISE THE MOST?
In others? Closed-mindedness and hate. And being a cali-liberal pinhead. In myself? Stupidity and hate. Oh, and laziness. And my little fingers – I really don't like my little fingers. And I don't like how much I procrastinate, but that probably falls under laziness. I also hate the way I get into hairstyle ruts. Well, on the topic of me, there's a lot that I don't like.
12. FAVORITE ITEM OF CLOTHING?
Well, hmmm... If I had to pick just *one*, it would probably be my black v-necked open-weave hockey jersey; I look fucking fabulous in it. It's not trashy, but it does show off the boobage. I wouldn't be gushing so over a damned top, but it is comfy as hell, and I have gotten way too many pick-ups wearing it for it to be mere coincidence. :-D
13. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD ON VACATION, WHERE WOULD YOU GO?
Oh... if I had a whole vacation to myself...I just don't know! I would love to go to any number of different countries and see places relevant to my family's history, or somewhere completely irrelevant, like a spa in Greece...or Grandhotel Pupp! ;-) But...sigh. I would want Meg with me, at the very least; we have fun together. So I guess I'd have to go where *she* wants, and we all know how bossy she can be. ;-) It's all good – I would just love a *vacation*, and I think Grandhotel Pupp has a casino.
14. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHROOM?
The one I use the most is blue and white; the other one I don't use the most is yellow and white.
15. FAVORITE BRAND OF CLOTHING?
I do not have a specific brand that I prefer for myself (though I do have a few nassy, nassy brands I despise because I feel they are capitalising on the naco tastes and addled minds of the younger generation), so I cannot say; I guess I go more for an overall style, not a specific name. Brand worship is awfully nineties, isn't it? Or eighties, even?
17. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?
BWAAH!!! I have to pick JUST ONE?? Hockey! No – wait – football! No, wait! I want two. I DEMAND two. Hockey, and football...and when I say football, I mean it in the broadest sense, including gridiron, association, and rugby. So that's actually two-plus, but who's counting?
18. FURTHEST PLACE YOU ARE SENDING THIS?
::cough, cough:: farthest? ::cough, cough::
Ok...furthest: back to Amelia. We might not agree all the time, but there's lurve, baby. Farthest? I'm not going to count the miles, so...either Hawaii or Edmonton. Not sure.
19. WHO DO YOU LEAST EXPECT TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
Hahaha...that would be Betty, who happens to be the third-closest, distance-wise. Sorry, Betty.
20. PERSON YOU EXPECT TO SEND IT BACK FIRST?
Amelia! You are SOOOOOO BUSTED! I know you already have a reply going. Hilar!
21. FAVORITE SAYING?
'If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm any hostility.' --Longfellow
22. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?
22 September, just a few weeks into the fabulous Holiday season each year!
23. ARE YOU A MORNING OR NIGHT PERSON?
What is this 'morning' of which you speak?
24. WHAT IS YOUR SHOE SIZE?
It depends upon the shoe; usually around American women's 9, but I have everything from an 8 to a 10 in my closet, and they are all the same size. Go figure. I think in men's that works out to be about a 6.5 or 7...am I right? I don't buy men's shoes unless they are way-cooler. Which they have been on occasion. My skinny brogues and combat boots; let me show you them. With them I can go from Annie Hall hawt to zombie ass-kicking hawt in five seconds, lacing time excepted.
Not counting that I am still a feral mommy (note to blog: trapping news coming in August), I have four of the cutest furbabies ever! And I love them! And they love me!!
26. ANY NEW AND EXCITING NEWS YOU WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH US?
Weeelll... I had to put my compact-collecting on temporary hold in trying to pare down my expenditures; I cut the umbilical cord of my primary research facility (and just last week got sucked back in, but only on a temp basis); I had a very successful class launch that will end up being important...though I have handed it over to someone else after this, I still revamped it – and we're talking a serious house-gutting here...call me an iconoclast. My mommy's back from the extended-stay hotel that is my brother's home in Texas, and she took back her obnoxious cats, thank you, Ceiling Cat (note to blog: My mommy adopted Sweetie, one of my rescue cats, so now she has two!). I am trying my best to keep up my end of a relationship with my father, which gets difficult sometimes (especially when he leaves on vaca and forgets to tell me...or I forget, whichever...). I have started knitting again, and plan on fitting in a yoga class in the next few months. Other than that, I am my same old boring, weird self.
27. WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?
Well, when I was really little, I wanted to be Madonna, but some trashy slag got there first; to this day, I believe I would have done a FAR superior job – I would have been way more spooky and weird-yet-talented. Then I wanted to be a lawyer for a few months, mainly 'cos it occurred to me that it would be funny to sue god. Then I started reading some of my father's books, and wanted to become a clinical theorist and crusading sceptic; then I found I wanted to make money, and decided to do largely what I am currently doing. Whee. Though I still do aspire to the crusading sceptic thing.
28. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
I'm fine, thank you very much for asking. And you?
29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CANDY?
Ohhhh...hard there. I'm going for sweets, not necessarily candy. Marzipan, halvah, baklava, chocolate (though not Hershey's; I cannot stand Hershey's), and, and, and...ohhh, and ANYTHING. I'm easy. Just no Hershey's.
30. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?
I love flowers. Who could pick? ...between them, I meant. Smart ass.
31. WHAT IS A DAY ON THE CALENDAR YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO?
Ohhh...the one where it's nice and chilly, and I've nothing to do but go to a pumpkin festival, or something.
32. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Sorry, blog. Maybe some day.
33. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
I have what sounds like Mahler's tenth coming in faintly from the kitchen; I forgot to cut the radio off – does that count? Right now, I'm watching television whilst pretending to work, and in this room I'm listening to my phone beep every two minutes, from Meg's texting. We're currently joking about Squooshable picking her ring games. He's favouring Bellagio, even though they almost got all blowed up the other night. ;-)
34. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
I finally got off my tuchas in between this quiz, doing datastuffs, and generally being a poster child for ADD and made a quick chicken breast with carrots and corn. It could have sucked worse. :-) Oh! Look! Last Holiday is coming on, and I was just thinking about Grandhotel Pupp up earlier...how coinkidinkal.
35. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
When I remember to do so. I am not superstitious, but it is fun. One learns a lot about oneself when wishing both privately and honestly. Plus, it gives you some alone time; if someone tries to pester you, you just say, 'SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M WISHING ON A STAR, ASSHAT!'
36. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
I would be Indian Summer Giver Burn Red, the most offensive crayon in the pack, and I would refuse to be retired, just so everyone has to deal with me. So there. Humph. 'under god' indeed! I'll show you, you self-righteous, holier-than-thou, cali-liberal-pinhead, nothing-better-to-do-than-fuck-with-Crayola and-my-pledge-of-allegiance phuckers. My freaking *hair* is sorta Indian Red, you rampaging fucktards who do decidedly not inspire joy-joy feelings in all who meet you. So there.
Ok, I am calmer now. On a less-combative note, I might also entertain being Shiny Black Blacker than Black Hotblack Desiato's Stuntship Black. In honour of Squooshable and Cookie, 'cos that's what colour they are.
I already know that everyone who knows me would say that I am Outer Space. Shut the fuck up.
37. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?
In my house, it's seventy-five degrees, with a slight wind coming from the Above Me Ceiling Fan. Zero chance of precipitation, though later in the evening it will get darker until I turn on a light.
38. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK?
Oh, I like all the different varieties of Diet Coke, Fresca, and... well, I'm easy. Diet anything, 'cos ever since they started putting HFCS in regular pop, it tastes hideous – a lot like I imagine bug spray would taste, were I inclined to drink it, which I amn't.
39. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?
I am SO PATHETIC. Any one where the food is relatively good, and I have friends or family with me, and we have a good time. I am so easy to please that it is tragic. Seriously.
A brother and sister. One of them I get along with a tad better than the other, but he's just jealous of my beauty. No, rilly.
41. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
The entire Holiday Season, from 1 September to 13 February; it's the most shoppingest time of the year.
42. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
My books. Sorry – total geek here; ever since my mother taught me to read at two (this is what happens when teachers take time off to raise their child – they get bored and start teaching their captives), set a book in my hands, and I was occupied for *hours*. I was a big fan of stuffed animals, though. Not much of a Barbie girl, unfortunately.
43. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just in case I was the least bit ambiguous about that answer, I HATE SUMMER. Get it? Got it? Good.
44. HUGS OR KISSES?
...you call that a continuum? And what the hell kind of kiss doesn't involve a hug of some type, at least at some stage? Give me a real behavioural range, and we'll talk.
45. COFFEE OR TEA?
Yes. I guess I lean more towards tea; there is a lot of rancid coffee out there.
46. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
Good chocolate? Good vanilla? Then both! ...though maybe at different times. So-so chocolate and vanilla? Keep it.
47. WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL HAPPY AND FULFILLED?
Finishing things. Succeeding in helping/satisfying/fulfilling someone else. If I were ever able to get some time away, I would probably peak experience myself half to death in some mundane place, doing something most everyone would think is fabulously boring.
48. WHAT IS UNDER YOUR BED?
Monsters. Or zombies. Maybe that's why I don't like to be in there asleep alone. I know Squooshable's under there, ready to take a swipe at my feet as I get ready in the morning. I think the monsters and zombies are afraid of him – he's pretty ferocious.
49. WHO IS THE FRIEND YOU HAVE HAD THE LONGEST?
Right now, Betty. Before that, it was Renee, but she's dead. I'm hard on friends. But Betty's pretty robust, so I'm hopeful, and I totally believe that Froggy bit in Lethal Weapon.
...sigh...remember – laugh or cry: your choice. And I *so* know I'm getting hit when I next see Betty. :-D
50. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
Worked on data and felt bored and lonely.
51. FAVORITE SMELL?
I love the smell of soaps (most all of them), and my favourite perfumes are White Linen, Angel, Aromatics Elixir, the root beer one (forget the name, but the Bloomingdales girl was less than thrilled that I thought her fancy-assed perfume smelt like root beer, but I bought it anyway because I like root beer's scent, so she kept her attitude to a minimum), and Avon's Rare Pearls (a fave of mine), and Rare Gold (I like Rare Pearls more, but always get comments when I wear Rare Gold for some reason). I like amber and vanilla notes, though not always or constantly.
52. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
If I could figure that out, I'd hunt it down and kill it so that I could maybe get some fucking sleep.
I'm not *actually* afraid of anything once I know what it is. Before that though, I'm practically mainlining Miltown to cope, Q.E.D. And killing is so much less expensive than all those god damn happypills; I just have to think of how I'm going to convince someone else to dig a deep enough grave out in BFE if it turns out to be a person, because I'm getting too long in the tooth to be doing all this manual labour myself. ;-)
53. SALTY OR SWEET?
Depends...saltiness or sweetness on what? When? I'm far too liberal and open-minded for questions like this.
54. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR RING?
Well, let's get this straight: Key envelope, not ring. I am LOST without my key envelope; I feel as if the universe has become fundamentally on tilt if I don't have a key envelope. I have scoured malls, second-hand stores, leather stores, the Internet, and even gotten estimates on a custom job when I'm dry on key envelopes. Damn you, Kenneth Cole, damn you to Hell; you made a fantastic line of key envelopes, and then you quit them cold, you worthless bastard. If I ever see you in a dark alley, you'd better...
...what was the question? Oh – six keys are in my key envelope. That's not counting the lanyard I have for Eviljob, or Job 2, though.
55. FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK?
Right now, it's Saturday – I have only a tad to do at Eviljob, then I have no obligations to anyone for about twenty-four hours before I have to prep for Mondays. Oh, the gloriousness of it all...
56. HOW MANY TOWNS HAVE YOU LIVED IN?
Ohhh...a lot; I don't think I could actually successfully name them all. About six states and two countries (though the countries are America and Canada, so it's not as exotic as it sounds). How's that?
57. DO YOU MAKE FRIENDS EASILY?
Superficially? Yes. People seem to gravitate towards me in socially ambiguous situations for some reason. So I meet a lot of people, though not many pass beyond acquaintance stage. This is because I am overly busy, and have had so many crazies and friend-related sadness in my life that I spook easily – make me think you might be batshit, and I start backing off. I have friend dry spells, though; they've lasted anywhere from a couple months to a few years. It's also probably because I have been told multiple times that I polarise people – they either love me or hate me, there's no in-between.
58. THREE PEOPLE YOU WOULD MOST LIKE TO MEET?
Just simply because I hate not knowing things (and thankfully have been able to cross off Deep Throat and The Green River Killer in my lifetime, just when I was ready to resign myself to never knowing), here we go: Leah Roberts ('cos I want to help her sooo much, I almost drove out there to look for her when I first heard); Dan ('D.B.') Cooper (for obvious reasons); Starr Faithfull (breaking my trend here and going with someone who is certainly dead, but I would want to meet her all the same) ; Christine Chubbuck (ditto). I'm sneaking that last one in. Two dead should count as, like, half. So saith me.
Oh! And! Maura Murray, seeing as how I make the rules on this meme and get as many as I want, even though you said three. You take your memetime into your own hands when you mail it to me. So I'm adding David Lang/Oliver Larch (they go together); Jimmy Hoffa (I know he's 99 and 44/100th percent dead, but I'd like to know for sure what happened anyway. My parents went frequently to Machus' Red Fox, in an only tangentally-related fugue-type comment, and a few times after the disappearance, too – it was a popular place to entertain back then...plus they were still married at the time, a fact to which we sibs' existence bears further testament). Jodi Huisentruit; Fred Valentich (because I want to know what *really* happened), and since I have already started bringing in clearly dead people, let me stick in Klaus Nomi. But really...wouldn't it be so interesting to meet any of these people? Or, conversely, these?
And Klaus, of course.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
security is out there (the casinos really stick together). Someone was
shot, she heard. I told her she should go up to one of the security
guys and tell them she's from Topeka and has never seen a mob hit, and
could she go over and look, but she wouldn't. Pansy.
In related news, she really kicked ass at the tables tonight...go,
Megamuffin! She just remembered where her car was, but then found that
she can't go to Tuscany cos of all the emergency vehicles. And there's
guys in hazmat-lookin' suits there, pulling stuff out of emergency
blow-by-blow update: now she has to go onto the highway, and can't
just bloop over to her hotel (she quit the Condo From Hell a couple
weeks ago). Bwaah! So what's going on?
hmmm...maybe there's wet work in Vegas to be had.
Well, I can hope. :-D
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
of. I've taken back some of my Old Job 2 work, not as an employee, but
as an independent contractor. As it turned out, I need the money and
they need someone who, well, knows what they're doing. So I guess
Especially since I am now having management issues at Eviljob. I had a
run-in on Monday with our functional group's manager; he came from a
different facility about four months ago, and started making things
difficult for us from the beginning. So now I am having to call in
favours to try to get out from under this turd. Pfft. Hope it works.
If not, I suppose there's always wet work in Brazil.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
So Meg is doing well, and I guess that I am doing ok. I am debating whether I need to go on to sleep, or eat something. Probably sleep. I have had The Ladybug Picnic stuck in my head for a few days, ever since it was bumper music on NPR, the bastards. Eh. I meant to start a post earlier, but then I got busy and forgot. I did go play trivia with Harry tonight (last night?), and he brought his gf. He's talking about marrying her, which I think is stupid, but whatever. He is only doing it so that she can get his insurance.
...did I ever mention what Harry's gf does? She's a chat line girl. Yep. No, seriously. Actually, there's decent money to be had (in relative terms) ...just no insurance.
So I was watching another of the twenty-eight billion televisions they have hanging off everything there, and within minutes, I was almost falling out of my seat laughing; there's this television show, Wipeout, that I'd never seen before tonight. It reminds me of Ow! My Balls!.
No, srsly. This is a completely ridiculous show. Someone had turned on the closed captioning, but in Spanish -- so I spent half the show thinking that it was a Spanish-language show, then I realised it was on ABC. Well, the sound was off (or unable to be heard over the music), and I was paying most of my attention to NTN. Harry's gf kept telling me that it was I Survived a Japanese Game Show (ummm...BBQ???), and she thought my joke about Ow! My Balls! was stupid...but then again, I suppose she is entitled to take that personally.
Oh, I crack me up. Butsoanyway.
This show is PAINFUL. Honestly. It seems that the strategy of most contestants involved falling face-first into water, foam, and padded pylons. Ow. I am honestly just not believing that this is an actual show.
When I thought it was in Spanish, I was 'translating' the show in between trivia questions (I speak little-to-no Spanish) into a derivative of Python's Upper Class Twit of the Year, giving Kevin 'Nigel' Incubator-Jones an IQ of 2.5 (something showed up on the text as 2.5), and a head full of 'guapo' (sounds like 'guano' to me!). Then it occurred to me -- this would be an awesome way to decide who gets to be President! It's so...American. I think I am going to submit my suggestion to something. There's even space enough in the schedule to let Hillary come back and try her luck at jumping over inflated pool floats in the shape of flamingos and alligators.
I don't know if this show is a good thing or not, but...it is definitely entertaining. In one of those meta-entertaining ways that I am sure most aren't getting -- just us. Snort. This country is getting stupid. Really.
I especially liked the stick figures they drew for recaps -- that was awesome.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I hope you look here; I don't have an email address for you. When
Squoosh was that tiny, he was on liquid Clavamox, and my vet changed
his dosage every few weeks to keep up with his weight. I don't know
what the equivalent dosage in tablet form would be, though. My
suggestion would be to check back with the vet tech. At that age,
eating less might be normal (I once rushed Squoosh to the vet cos he
went through a stage of just licking the gravy off the food and
leaving the food for about three days, just to be told that he's
fine), but the sneezing isn't normal, unless you have allergens in the
house (e.g., smoke, dust), and Mr Kitten is just more sneeze-prone
than other cats. On the other hand, if the kitten *is* sick, it may be
eating less for that reason.
My suggestion would be...well, to not ask me. If I were you, I
wouldn't trust me -- my judgement in some areas sucks butt, and I
would just die if something I suggested hurt the little baby cat. If
the vet tech isn't available, my next suggestion would be to phone
around to different vets to see if any of them would give you a price
break (since this is a rescue--mention that), or free advice, seeing
as how you already have the Clavamox. Possibly it might be wise to let
a vet test for panleukopenia if they feel it is warranted...if I am
remembering correctly, at full price, that ran around $30, but I'm in
a city with a cost of living average that is ludicrous, so it may be
lower where you are. I know that I am not being much help, but I lack
vet skills (I cry when I have to pill one of my furbabies, and the
thought of them seriously ill starts me off on a panic attack...in
short, I am a pathetic pussy), and to make up for that, I have had to
fall back on resourcefulness. For my parking lot ferals, I have
badgered total strangers for help, and have begged vet prices down
even for rabies shots cos I simply can't afford to speuter and
vaccinate sixty or more cats at full price. There are vets that will
work with you, though it may take some calling.
I wish that I could be of more help, but I am probably doing you (and
Kitty) a greater service by admitting my incompetence. I am sorry. I
cannot even remember what Squoosh's dosage was at that weight. :-/ I'm
sorry. But please let me know how the kitten is...I will have my