It's time for Holidailies again, during which I dust off the blog and write an entry every day through January 1st.
I'm feeling a little foggy today because
- National Novel Writing Month just finished yesterday, and
- My 65# dog developed a urinary tract infection and woke me up every hour last night to go outside.
About Me
My Pets
- Freeway - the 20-something cockatiel. Likes to chirp loudly when I'm on the phone.
- Guido - 19-year-old cat. He's reached the screaming houseplant stage of his life, when he mostly sleeps, I make sure he has enough water, and every once in a while he springs to life and howls his opinions about whatever he's mad about. (Long-time cat owners know this stage well.)
He has lymphoma (of course) and may not be around much longer, but who knows? He's had lymphoma for four years and he's still here. I love this little jerk. - Georgie - 10(?)-year-old dog. The one who kept me up all night. Aside from that, he's a good boy. He's also just stupid enough that I can mold cheese around his antibiotic capsules while he watches, and he's still excited that I'm giving him cheese. Let's hear it for dogs that aren't rocket scientists.
- Gin - 3.5-year-old feral cat. She lives in the house, but I can't get near her.
- Tonic - 3-year-old feral cat. He's Gin's son. To him, I am the devil. Luckily the house is big enough for the ferals to avoid me. They seem reasonably happy.












