Friday, January 07, 2005

 

Not What I Asked Santa For


I'm all for presents. I'm all about the presents, really. And I like surprises. Surprises are good.

Usually.

My cat gave me a late Christmas present tonight. She's had fleas and then she had a bad reaction to the stuff we put on her to kill the fleas, so the poor old thing is all scabby and losing her hair. She really is thorougly disgusting at this point; she looks like she has mange.

And no, I don't have a photo.

She has to go to the vet this weekend which is, as you can imagine, JUST what I had hoped to spend my money on. So much for a new water pump for the car. I shall continue to pretend I like riding the bus.

Anyhow, it would seem that the hair-falling-out and then cat-licking-it-up portion of the program isn't working very well for anyone. Specially not for the cat.

Tonight she was sitting on my desk and yakked. BUCKETS of catyak. All over my keyboard. I think she may have gotten the mouse also. For all I know, in the quantity of yak she produced, there may well have been hidden a real mouse. I didn't take the time to inspect it all that closely.

She got the mouse pad, the chair, the keyboard tray. Imagine my joy.

Suffice it to say that I was really glad that hubby and I are such geeks that we have multiple computer parts lying about all over the place, and I had a replacement keyboard to plug in.

I suppose I'm a bad blogger 'cause I didn't take a picture of the thoroughly-yakked-on keyboard before it went in the garbage, but aren't you all secretly glad of my negligence right about now?

I wish you all a kinder, gentler day than the one that Sasha and I are experiencing.

Comments:
Sorry to hear about Kitty. There aren't many things that are grosser then kitty yak when it's all over the place. Ugh. Hope she feels better soon and doesn't cost too much. Good luck.
 
Oh dear. That must have been some yak. For what it's worth, I'm sending best wishes, positive energy, happy thoughts, etc your way. You're about due for a positive surprise. Kitty too.

marie
 
Oh, thank GOD you didn't take a photo. I so appreciate that. Signed, Cat Yakless
 
This, muh dear, is why my keyboard (the third one) lived inside the plastic bag it was shipped in. Except when it was actively in use, of course.

Miss Mouse never got the computer mouse, but she got the keyboard more than a couple times!
 
This, muh dear, is why my keyboard (the third one) lived inside the plastic bag it was shipped in. Except when it was actively in use, of course.

Miss Mouse never got the computer mouse, but she got the keyboard more than a couple times!
 
For a rabid bitch, you have one hell of a sense of humour. I laughed so much reading your blog that I cried. I also have cats who yak all over the place, but luckily so far not on my keyboard. And I tried to participate in your charity (the blanket one) by contacting the Quebec branch to join a group, but no-one replied. I was very disappointed.
 
Again, your superb good sense won out. Thank you, mucho.
 
Ohhhh, poor you and poor Sasha! I have a cat with allergies (she's allergic, it seems, to everything except cats), and have had to deal with the catyak on so many occasions I can't even count (she licks her hair off until she gets monster brick-sized hairballs) . . . so I feel your pain, as it were. Hope the vet visit goes well, and that she's back to not yakking very soon!
 
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