the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

Tuesday morning: Shorty goes to vet and gets spayed.

Tuesday afternoon: Shorty is released from vet; vet tech says “try to keep her from running and jumping on stuff.” “OK,” I say.

Tuesday night: Shorty mostly chills and behaves.

Wednesday morning: Shorty goes LOL IMA DO EVERYTHING THE VET TECH TOLD YOU TO KEEP ME FROM DOING. I call the vet. Vet tech laughs and goes “Yyyyyyeah, they do that sometimes.” We agree that putting her in the bathroom with food, water, litterbox, and sleeping rug–i.e. the usual routine of Putting Shorty to Bed, except at 10 in the morning–and keeping her there most of the time is the best course of action.

Thursday: It is time to give Shorty a fucking enormous$8 pill because she apparently also had tapeworms. I mush pill into a wad of cheese. I eye the wad of loaded cheese and think fuck, this is never going to work. Shorty snorfs down loaded cheese like a champ! And then spends most of the day in the bathroom again. I regain a few sanity points.

Today…

Shorty: *le chilling in living room being good and not running and jumping all over the place*

Me: Wow, you’re being very good this morning.

Shorty: *poing!* *le flipping the fuck out and running and jumping all over the place*

Me: -_-; Okay, is it time to put you back in the bathroom?

Shorty: O_o!? …*le peeling out and running full speed to bathroom*

Me *le putting food in bathroom and quickly closing door* *le quietly having nervous breakdown*

okay look self you have been looking at her incision like ten times a day, she’s not licking it or nibbling on the stitches or anything, it’s nice and calm and normal-Shorty-skin pink and not oozing anything, there are no strange lumps, she’s eating, drinking, peeing, and pooping, you are doing everything you can do to keep her from running around like a crazy animal short of tying her up in a pillowcase with her head sticking out, you are doing everything right, so fucking chill already

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

The first two days after Spazz died, Mini-Me was fine. I got her a new toy mouse, she played with it, she came running up to me to see if I had any Other Cat Smells on me when I got home as always, she ate like she always ate, she could be bought out of my chair with treats, and I thought she was fine and everything would be okay.

Over the next few days she ate less and slept more, and maybe gave her toys a halfhearted swat if I lobbed one in her direction. She lived in my lap most of the time. But she was still getting up to eat and drink and use the box and could hop up in my lap unassisted, so I thought okay, she’s realized that Spazz is gone and he’s not coming back, and she’s never been an only cat and she’s adjusting to that.

Yesterday, she stopped eating, aside from a few halfhearted licks of some gooshy food mixed with baby food.

Today I did not fuck around, I called the vet the minute they opened and took her in, sure that they were going to check her over and go oh yeah, she’s just depressed, we’ll shoot her up with some vitamins and give her some fluid and if she doesn’t start eating in a couple of days bring her back.

Nope. Kidney failure. And the vet said even the most aggressive treatment option they could offer me wasn’t likely to save her–she was younger than Spazz, but not much younger.

So we put her to sleep.

The vet told me, as I held my cat waiting for the sedative to kick in, that she didn’t want to say it in so many words before because she could see I was upset about the possibility of losing two cats in a little over a week but she knew this would be the best thing to do and she believed I had made the right decision.

Maybe someday I’ll start to believe it.

Two cats in a little over a week. This is not fucking fair.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

First thing:

Doot doo de doodled at work yesterday.

Second thing: required viewing, presented with no further comment.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

OH MY GOD HASBRO IS BRINGING JEM BACK

DO YOU PEOPLE HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME

ALSO HASBRO I BETTER SEE SOME LIGHT-UP JEMSTAR EARRINGS THIS TIME OR THERE WILL BE TROUBLE UP IN HERE I AM JUST SAYING.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

Hide your kids, hide your wife, and hide your ex-husband because Sadako Yamamura is cursing errbody out there.

Mostly gouache (which I have never really messed with before but am really starting to like because for one thing it is one metric fuckton more forgiving than watercolor) with a bit of watercolor and marker and a little touchup in Photoshop.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

The Chicago Ghostbusters posted an Ecto Cooler recipe. Now to be quite honest I barely remember what Ecto Cooler actually tasted like, but this stuff is still good. It is also good made with Splenda instead of sugar, just so you know.

Also, note to self: next time you decide to make spicy Thai noodles, get the wider rice noodles and not that nest of vermicelli. I will be sweeping up little bits of noodles FOREVER.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

If ever there was a platform that needed, that absolutely direly NEEDED-like-oxygen a Fatal Frame game developed for it, the 3DS is motherfucking IT.

NOA AND TECMO, MAKE THIS SHIT HAPPEN.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

So at the last possible second I decided that instead of doves, the Medic pony has parasprites (which he apparently figured out how to neuter).

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

The latest costume, and sadly this is the only picture I have of it unless our new buddy from Space Center Houston posts the ones she took…

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

I’ve been experimenting with drawing things, scanning the hand-done drawings, tracing them in Illustrator, printing them on bristol board or watercolor paper, and attacking them with markers/watercolors/crayons/all of the above. It works pretty well. The watercolors themselves are a no-name $10 set of 24 cakes I got because I wasn’t sure this getting-back-into-watercolors thing was going to stick, and they’re pretty good for cheapo cake paint, if a little more opaque than I like watercolors to be. I think I’m going to go get a proper set of real live paints in tubes this weekend.

Anyway. Being a staunch member of Team Pyro-Is-A-Lady, I love how pretty much the girliest hat in the entire game (except maybe the Medic’s geisha wig) is a Pyro hat.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.