I am le tired ("So take a nap. Zen fire ze missiles!"), and while I did manage to get out and acquire Red Bull for the morning, I completely spaced on acquiring catfood. I love my cats dearly, but I am just too beat to hell to summon up the energy to go out yet again. Plus, the best I could do at this hour would be Iams from the Safeway hell and gone from here; I could maybe force myself to stumble down the block and get catfood at the corner store, but it would be bad dry catfood in a small overpriced box, and I'd rather not inflict that on the beasts of the house.
miss_education was over here helping me with some javascript foo, and we have come up with a name for the canned tuna that one feeds the cats when one is too wiped to go acquire proper catfood: the Tuna of Desperation. Well, hey, at least they like it.
And according to
miss_education, it beats the alternative that her roommate has come up with in the past: pouring a big bowl of dry kitty treats, calling her up, and telling her, "Kitty's having Doritos tonight. You might want to get some more catfood." I cannot stop laughing.
And according to
- Mood:
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Had I a cat I would keep a patty of ground turkey in the back of the freezer as emergency cat food, I think. Or break into the cat food I would also have stashed in the quake kit.
But "kitty Doritos" is too much fun.
Damn do I ever wish Mollie Stone's delivered.
And a support group/bitch session for y'all awesome caregivers might not hurt either, even if it's an informal once-in-a-while beers-at-bar sort of deal.
Totally understandable -- I am hell to be around when I'm moving. Lemme know when people are coming together to shift stuff from the old place to the new, btw, and I'll be happy to help out.
If either you or enochsmiles can remind my foggy brain what the health situation is
His lower and middle back are fucked up. No one's been able to figure out how. (It is probably related to $chronic-condition-which-is-under-contro
Edited at 2008-03-10 08:04 am (UTC)
Of course kittehs like the Tuna of D. They rather like it more than the stuff we're supposed to be feeding them, it appears (based on our little crowd of spoiled cats).
But I love the Doritos comment.