I had all kinds of ideas about what I could do today, where I could go. (It was supposed to be sunny, after all.) But have I made it out of the house? Nooooo. Instead, I started hemming two pairs of pants ("only" had them for 6 months), then had to hem a pair I got the other weekend at Value Village, and re-hem a pair I got last year that still were far too long. By the time I had all four pairs done, and the laundry and vacuuming completed, it was after 10AM.
By that time of the morning, my day's half over and you can't get me out of my sweat pants.
Nicki's not been feeling well today. I gave him a small handful of Temptation treats yesterday mid-afternoon, because they are soft on the inside. Well, around 1:30 this morning, he jumped off my bed and proceeded to barf up the entire contents of his stomach. Trust me on this one, that green colour (from the treats) is never going to come out of my beige carpet. Ugh and yuck and gross. It was a huge mess and I didn't really sleep much after I got it (sort of) cleaned up.
He did eat most of 1/16 of a cup of kibble this AM, and a bit of Almo, and that's been all till quite recently. He's looked like he's had an upset tummy the whole day, mostly curling up beside me for warmth and comfort. I just tried to give him a few more bits of kibble but I see he really can't eat them. So I put down more canned and he ate a bit of that. He should be able to eat kibble by now, not that I want him to have a lot, but he needs a bit of fibre to firm up his litter box output. Heaven knows, he'd never be able to manage the Hill's kibble dental crap the vet is recommending. Those pieces of corn-filled junk are huge. It's hard to believe in this day and age that any vet would recommend corn for an obligate carnivore, but I do understand that vets don't get nutrition training. Anyway, that rant is for my other blog.
Currently, all three cats are outside (Annie had been out by herself most of the afternoon, no doubt unable to believe her good fortune at having the back space to herself), so (knock on wood) no one is at death's door. I'll put some Fromm's out this evening for Nicki and call it a day regarding the cat food. If he's hungry enough he'll eat it. If not...shrug.
Now, since I have dishes to do and a book to finish, I'll leave you with a pic from yesterday, snapped while I was waiting for a bus transfer. Typical November morning. :-)
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