On Friday, May 16th, my dog had her eye removed. The surgeon was surprised at how contained the tumor was, as usually these things have tendrils creeping into other tissues. This one was quite solid, and had an edge, and he seemed pretty optimistic about having gotten it all, even without MRIs or CAT scans.
|DIZ WEEKEND SUKD.|
My coworker SF took the kitten for a few days, so that I could tend to my drunk, coned-up pirate dog. This was a lovely gesture, and allowed her kids to have Super Fun Mammal Time without the problems that come with owning a Super Fun Mammal. Everyone is a winner in this game. The dog got some quiet time, the kitten got to play nonstop for an entire weekend, I got to sleep past 540 in the morning, and her family got to spoil the hell out of the Predator Prince. He enjoyed his weekend so much that I caught him sleeping in his travel carrier, something he's NEVER done before.
|THIS BOX TOOK ME TO MY YOUNG BIPED FRIEND ONCE. I SHALL SLEEP IN THE VISITING BOX.|
Poodles are terrifyingly smart animals.
After 5 days of being home with the recuperating pirate dog, and 3 days of running interference so that the kitten wouldn't reach into the cone and smack the incision, I went back to work. There, I discovered that all of my monarch chrysalises have parasites. Wonderful. Coworker AL's comment: "Man, you just can't catch a break, can you?" Nope. No, I can't.
One of the rats made an upsetting breathing sound this morning, so I'm watching him like a hawk to make sure he's not developing pneumonia.
This week, I have to build a large sea-serpent puppet for 10 people. The kitten barely allows me to type, so bending wires and sewing fabric on those wires should be a challenge.
I also have to make a prototype name tag for this year's Pageant. I came up with the idea before everything came apart at the seams, so this should be interesting.
It's really hard to type with a kitten latched onto your arm. Leggo, dude.
Oh well. At least I have things to do.