margotvankapelle: (daisy flower)
2 more full-grown dogs, a puppy, and 4 kittens (the felines were in loving memory of Fagan).

13 dogs total, and 4 kittens. 

Not a bad month's work.
margotvankapelle: (cats)
I took Odin to the V-E-T today for a checkup now that he's been on thyroid treatment for...uh...however long he's been on thyroid treatment.  He's gained 3 pounds and his fur is starting to fill back out.  The bad news is that we cannot afford to keep feeding Odin the Science Diet y/d thyroid diet that my little dude's been on -- the stuff is $25 for a 4 (!) pound bag, and I found Frank eating it a few days ago, so that partly explains why the supply has been getting low pretty quickly.

The good news is that the thyroid medication the vet though would run about $70 a month?  Is actually $22.83 a month.  And the tablets are chewable, so it's more a of a treat and less of a "burrito the cat and pray that I can find the stupid tablet when he spits it out" sort of ordeal.

So yay!  Odin is doing better, and getting fatter, and we'll be going to the cheaper (and more effective) thyroid treatment for our boy!

(Odin was pretty pleased with this vet visit too -- no thermometer in the butt!)
margotvankapelle: (reading)
My right ear is still painful, and my throat still has some issues, but overall I am beginning to feel more like a human being.  This is good.

In other news, Odin has been eating his special thyroid diet without too many problems, but I still want to get him on medication as a proactive measure.  Here's hoping that it works out.
margotvankapelle: (cats)
Our middle boy, Odin the Polydactyl Wonder (7 toes on each front paw, 5 on each back paw) has been dropping weight and his hair is thinning.  So being a good Cat Mommy I took him to the vet; while he is own Banfield's most expensive plan, they still had to send some bloodwork out to a reference lab that ran us a couple hundred bucks.  But he recieved $700 in services that day, so honestly I'm tickled that he cost us so little, relatively speaking. 

His bloodwork came back:  he has severe hyperthyroidism.  Well, that explains the weight loss, the patchy hair, the Nuclear Waste Pudding Poops of Stench And Despair and the chronic vomiting he's experienced.  (We thought the Pudding Poops were from a food allergy and that the vomiting was hairball-related.  Nope.)

We have several options; I have no idea what any of these will specifically run us, but none of them will be inexpensive.

1.  Special iodine-free food that binds with the excess TSH/T3/T4 to help flush it out of the body.  At least I think that's how it works.  I need to read the bag and do some additional research.  The pros are that it's a simple fix and readily available and does not require pilling Odin.  The cons are that naturally, this food is hideously expensive and that not all cats like it and that it can take a LONG time to see any benefits since it's a gradual thing.  Oh, and since we free-feed that means that the other cats will also be eating it.  So I have to think of how their bodies will handle this stuff.

2.  Medication to suppress thyroid function somewhat.  The pros:  It's readily available and in chewable tablet form.  The con:  It's $70 a month for the rest of Odin's life.  He's 12.  Statistically speaking, he should have another 5 or 6 years at least in him.

3.  Taking Odin to Purdue University and putting him through radiation thryoid ablation.  (Incidentally, this is something also routinely done on humans.)  The pros:  It's a one-time procedure then I can get his thyroid hormone replacement pills at Wal-Mart for $4/month, just like a human.  The cons:  I will have to pill Odin for the rest of his life.  And I am absolutely certain that the radiation treatment does not come cheap.

We WILL have to make a decision from these options; if left untreated, the hyperthyroidism will kill Odin eventually.  It's ust a question of what we can afford and what his little body will handle.

Have some photos of the handsome little guy in question:




DO NOT WANT

Jul. 5th, 2012 11:43 pm
margotvankapelle: (bollocks)
I checked the weather forecast for the next couple of days and nearly fell over.

Al Gore?  You can have your freaking global warming back; we don't want it.

Okay, game plan is to hole up in my bedroom all day with the critters, since three of the five are elderly.  Any panting, heat exhaustion type symptoms and they go into a cool shower with me.

Voila, my plans for the weekend.




Note to self:  The next house will have central air.  This is ridiculous. 
margotvankapelle: (Default)
Teeny tiny pretty pretty Princess is stealthily tracking -- and killing -- flies in the house. She's so adorable.

I just wish she didn't eat the flies after she's batted them out of the air. >.< Ick!


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margotvankapelle: (cantcurestupid)
Well, that was fun.  /sarcasm

In other news, we're broke again.  Big shock there, I'm sure.  But we have groceries, cat litter, gooshyfoods, and phone service.

WM must have had extra roses left over from Mother's Day, because each of us mother-y types got a dozen as we clocked out...I took them home, put them in a vase, and admired them until pretty pretty Princess decided they were fun to play with and promptly snapped the heads off of half of them.  Brat.  So I had to move my remaining roses to the living room fireplace instead of the kitchen table -- here's hoping that they stay intact for longer than a day.

Other than that, there really isn't too much going on except midterms this week. 
margotvankapelle: (fridaylove)
I found my house.  Now I just have to get through school to be able to afford it.

In a fit of antsiness, last night I busted out my embroidery materials for the first time in a couple of years and have started blackworking a shirt collar.  Well, I'm using Aida cloth and kelly green cotton floss, so it's not accurate at all, but it was in my stash, I didn't have any other use for it, and frankly anyone who wants to snark me for it can go hang. 

 In other news, I found out why I haven't seen any mice all winter...I found Princess's stockpile of mummified mousie corpses behind the couch. Eight of them.  *shudder*
margotvankapelle: (Default)
Pretty pretty Princess,
Thank you for allowing me to express my affection for you by demanding pettings at 4:30 in the morning. There really was no point in trying to go back to sleep when the alarm goes off at 5 am, so you also allowed me to express my devotion by providing your gooshyfood a bit early. Tiny pumpkin, Mommy loves you very much, but her circadian rhythms decidedly do not.

Grateful to express my adoration of Your Royal Highness,

Mommy


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awwww

Feb. 20th, 2012 09:27 am
margotvankapelle: (kitten)
Teeny tiny Princess baby deigned to allow me to snuggle Her Royal Highness this morning. Today has been a good day so far. :-D


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margotvankapelle: (kitty!)
So, y'all know my youngest cat, Pretty Pretty Princess?  (Yeah, she only answers to her name when the Pretty Pretty part is on there, how's THAT for spoiled?)  You know, her:


Yes, her.  It struck me a couple of days ago that Her Royal Highness (she insists, the little sugarplum) is an awful lot like a foster kid.

1.  She came from a crummy background.  Princess was found on the side of a bsy highway at 6 weeks old, skeletal and covered with fleas.  Her Good Samaritan foster mom took Princess home, washed her, fed her, and took good care of her, but couldn't permanently keep her.  That's when we came along.

Foster kids often come from crummy backgrounds.  Their parents often abuse them, neglect them, pimp them out for drugs, abandon them.  They are not removed for being bad kids; they are removed because their parents are bad parents.

2.  Pretty Pretty Princess has Food Issues and has become pretty plump as a result.  She spends most of her day in the kitchen, close to the food bowl.  She gets very protective of the food bowl at times, and demonstrates extremely high anxiety if she can see the bottom of the food bowl.

Foster kids often have Food Issues.  Imagine being in a house where there was no food, or you had to endure acts of torture to get any food.  Imagine growing up in that type of background, then going to a house where there's plenty of food.  But you know that food isn't a guarantee anywhere, so you hoard it, gorge on it, develop food rituals that may no make sense to others.

3.  Pretty Pretty Princess (or as I like to call her, Miss Tiny Britches) is not demonstrably affectionate.  You can pet her at the food bowl while she eats.  That's it.  That's why I've become quite excited when she wakes me up at 4 AM by standing on me and allowing me to pet her and snuggle her.  When Boe and I are asleep, we're not a threat to her, so it's safe to pet her (you know, if we could just get over that "sleep=unconscious" thing...).  She's making progress, but she's been with us for almost 2 years to get to the point where we can pet her as long as we are asleep.  Or asleep-ish.

Foster kids often do not trust any physical display of affection.  If you grow up in a home where your mom says "I love you" and then burns you with cigarettes, or your father says "I love you" and then violently rapes you, why on earth would you trust any sort of affection at all?

More to come as I develop this theme... 
margotvankapelle: (asshat)

I have finally hit the end of my rope with Random Gamer Guy...you know, Mr. Shits-his-pants?

So within the past three weeks, he has left the toilet seat and lid up -- and a fecal suprise dissolving in the toilet bowl -- eight times.  Keep in mind, we only have the one bathroom.  Also keep in mind, I have three cats and a dog...a dog that likes to drink out of the toilet if the seat and lid are up.  A couple of the cats are also interested in drinking from the World's Biggest Drinking Fountain, given the chance.  The first couple of times, I reminded Random Gamer Guy that hey, the pets will drink out of the toilet bowl, so put the seat and lid down; while I'm at it, flush, willya? 

I guess because I have ovaries, Random Gamer Guy decided not to take me seriously...until my husband managed to baptize his own ass with filthy water during a 2 AM why-bother-turning-the-light-on-I-have-lived-in-this-house-ten-years-I-can-manage-to-use-the-bathroom-just-fine-in-the-dark trip.  Boe sat down, got his butt soaking wet, and turned on the light to mop up the water he splashed all over the floor.  That's when he discovered Random Gamer Guy had taken a crap, left the seat and lid up, and not bothered to flush. So Boe had a chat with Random Gamer Guy, gave him what-for,  and pointed out that RGG will make our pets sick if he continued the bathroom passive-aggressiveness.  

It's happened six times since, and tonight was the final straw.  In addition to the toilet shenanigans, Random Gamer Guy has not paid his rent.

I am so evicting him.  In my municipality, I am supposed to give him 10 days.  That' all I am willing to give him.  My critters are my babies and he is endangering their health.  Dude's gotta go.

I must say, I felt a certain dark pleasure when writing out the notice to vacate the premises.  We'll see how everything goes.
margotvankapelle: (lolnado)
When I got off of work today, every WM in town was out of air conditioners, the same was true for Meijer's, Lowe's, Home Depot, Menard's, Target, Big Lots, and Dollar General (not like I really expected DG to have air conditioners, but I was desperate).

Boe found one -- count 'em, one -- air conditioning unit (and stood guard over it) at our local Do It Best hardware store, where I promptly dispatched myself and my debit card. It seems the unit had been on hold for someone for 5 days, but was never picked up.  As an added bonus, the manager took an extra forty bucks off of the retail price since it was a discontinued model.  Score!

When Boe had called me to report success on The Quest For Air Conditioning, I was stepping out of a tepid shower with three very angry cats joining me in the bathroom.  See, all three of the cats were panting and had rapid breathing when I came home, which are signs of heat exhaustion.  So I was a bad Mommy for their own good and took one cat at a time into the tepid shower with me, 15 minutes per cat.  Now, you might think that this isa recipe for Disembowelment By Cat Claws, but one thing that I've learned about cats is that they have an innate sense of fairness.  That's why my arms get turned into mincemeat when I try to bathe them, but they don't claw me when I have them in the shower with me, even though there is substantially more flesh to tear into when doing so.  Sure, they struggled a bit, but nothing involving claws or teeth.  I think they think that if they have to get wet, it is only Right and Proper that I get soaked too.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure we managed to buy the last available air conditioner in a three county area.  We've moved the animals into the bedroom, complete with litter box, food, and water, and our bedroom is finally beginning to cool down.  I might actually get to sleep tonight.
margotvankapelle: (lolnado)
I drove back from my mom's house today.  Driving for 3 hours in a car with no air conditioning during a day in which the heat index was 105 Fahrenheit is NOT recommended.  Boe and I camped out in our bedroom -- the only room in the house with air conditioning -- for a couple of hours prior to having supper.  I had thought it was weird that I just kept sweating and sweating and sweating, but I brushed it off thinking I just hadn't cooled down enough from the drive.

After supper, I took a cold shower and went back upstairs to our bedroom.

Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and no rush of cool air greeted me.  Yep, our air conditioner just took a crap on us and died.  Righ this moment, the temperature is 85 degrees, with a heat index of 95 degrees.  Tomorrow is supposed to be 101 degrees, with a heat index of 110 degrees.  This is going to be miserable until I get off of work and use what little extra money we have to buy a new air conditioner.

I laid a trash bag on the living room  floor in front of a box fan, then placed a wet towel on top of the trash bag and sprinkled the whole thing with catnip.  Frank, Odin, and Princess are all laying on the wet towel i order to keep cool...smart babies.  :-)
margotvankapelle: (clothes)
In lieu of actual content aka positive proof I'm not just blowing smoke about my costuming exploits:
Under here! )




margotvankapelle: (magic8ball)
If it's not school kicking my butt, it's real life. If it's not real life, it's school. Getting down to the crazy-busy time of year, which means posts will be shorter and less frequent (not like they were really all that long to begin with, nor all that frequent anyway, but I digress.)

Lemme see.

In the past 2 weeks, I have:

Rescued an OMGTINY stray kitten and rehomed her (her name is Matilda -- yes, after "Waltzing Matilda" -- and she is SO. CUTE.)
Gotten Boe a job.
Driven to Marion and back with Boe to get some school stuffs straightened out.
Committed myself to quite a few handmade gifts for Christmas.
Begun to develop a friendship with one of my lab partners.
Written a couple of papers, nailed an exam on graphing linear equations -- next up is factoring polynomials, someone just put me out of my misery now please -- averaged As in all my classes, and dissected a sheep brain and a cow's eye.
Worked when I'm not in school.
Spent way more time hanging out in hospitals than I would prefer, but for very good reasons (no, I wasn't either patient).
Managed to live on caffeine and nicotine with limited sleep.
Watched a couple of really good movies/documentaries while sewing like crazy...

And still not managed to get any housework done to speak of.


...and my mom wonders why my house is a wreck all the time.
margotvankapelle: (kittensquee)
Princess is so active compared to the boys...'course, she's also a toddler compared to the middle-aged. She's such a doll!
margotvankapelle: (Default)
I have been busy. Crazy busy. A lot of the busy comes from transferring schools and work, the other comes from, well, this:



Meet Princess -- she's about 6 weeks old, and was found nearly dead on the side of a highway by some Good Samaritans 2 weeks ago.  She was skeletal and covered in fleas when they picked her up.  They got rid of the fleas and fostered her, but the female Good Samaritan developed pretty severe allergies to her and so they  found her a home with us.  She is SO TINY, omg.  Bear in mind, I haven't worked with a kitten this young since Odin came into our lives, so close to 10 years.  Odin is now about 15 pounds and Frank is close to 20 pounds, so it's quite surprising how small Princess is in comparison.  She is already very much Boe's cat -- she follows him from room to room, sleeps in his armpit (often moving to his pillow next to his face in the middle of the night), and generally wants to spend her time hanging around him.  It's awesome -- I had hoped for this since Fagan was a daddy's boy and Boe lost his special buddy when Fagan passed away.  She is going to have amber eyes when they finish changing colors, and she is mostly white with tabby splotches and tail.  Princess is also living up to her name -- she is tiny but fierce!  She hisses and growls at the boys when they come a bit too close, but that distance is shrinking day by day.  She gets along well with Maggie, as her foster family has 4 dogs.  Last night, Princess discovered Maggie's tail makes an *excellent* play toy, and Maggie has shown no aggression, simply playfulness.  Princess eats like a preteen boy (put her bowl down in front of her, wait 30 seconds, then fill it up again), but she's growing ridiculously quickly and putting weight on nicely.  It's funny to watch her tummy expand as she snarfs down her crunchies and her wet food...afterwards, she usually gives a large burp and waddles off to the litter box.  Here, have another picture:


Yes, the scale is accurate:  Princess is the size of one of Boe's hands. 
margotvankapelle: (cymbals)
Boe needed my help in getting the Tornado Room painted and cleaned before Mel's visit, and it has become clear to me that there is NO WAY I could get an Elizabethan jacket, stomacher, and petticoat finished in time for Bristol.

So I knocked out a variation on a Shinrone Gown for myself today.  Total time from draft to finished product:  10 hours.  To be honest, I tweaked some things that are a bit out of my league, like the darts throughout the bodice, and the specific type of pleating in the skirt...and the collar (I completely forgot the collar, to be honest), raised the neckline a bit since the girls need to be reined in (I don't want to go without support in public), and made the whole thing out of some really spiffy linen.  But it has the hanging sleeves and that's close enough, right?

*crickets*

Right?

*more crickets*

Oh well.

Anyhoo, tomorrow I knock out a leine for myself and try to get a Kilcommon jacket done as well for Boe.  Then Friday consists of laundry, packing, Mapquesting directions to the airport, campsite, and Bristol, ensuring that Paul will actually show the hell up to take care of Maggie while we're gone, straightening up Mel's room and ensuring her bed has adequate bedlinens, cleaning the cat boxes, and making sure that the cats have adequate gooshyfood stores.
margotvankapelle: (dreams)
I have a chiropractor's visit today, a doctor's appointment tomorrow.

Maggie and the boys are starting to accustom themselves to each other.

I am still extremely tired.

I joined the stash_challenge community...I think I'll be able to get at least 10 things done from my stash in the next year.

I still don't know anything about future employment. Oh well.

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