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Nostalgia update!
She's doing fine now - the day of soreness passed and two days later she was looking at me innocently from atop a bookcase. XD I love this cat. I'm still learning what she can do on good days and bad days - bad days, hopping up on the bed is owwie, but on good days she can get onto any sufficiently wide surface. She has a little trouble with windowsills and tends to fall off them. Things to save up for: window perch, cat tree, x-rays.
I finally settled on what to feed her based on various reviews, nutritional analysis, ingredient lists, taste tests, and the really gorgeous no-longer-feral cats in the nice pet food store. Merrick Cowboy Cookout for wet, and Acana Grasslands for dry. She's gonna get half a 5oz can of wet and half a cup of dry every day, to be adjusted as needed. She's put on some serious muscle since I got her! And hopefully the high-protein low-carb diet will keep her in good shape.
I am trying to imagine only needing to eat a cup of food a day. My imagination doesn't quite work that way, it seems.
Dad crowbar'd my bedroom window open, and oh my gosh it's so nice. Nostalgia is loving it too - I usually put sunflower seeds on the windowsill to attract birds and squirrels, and she's like OMG OMG OMG and chasing them off by rampaging against the screen. XD I have already begun to fret about transmissible diseases, though. Velocisquirrel ain't afraid of no cat behind a screen, which means they may end up chilling out shoulder-to-shoulder. But for the moment I am willing to let her enjoy herself freely.
We've been working on harness training almost since I got her - she's been very good about it the whole time, which is fantastic. Started out letting her play with it, which I am now regretting because she thinks chewing and clawing it is SO FUN, and then petting her with it, and then draping it over her while she's too sleepy to fuss about it... Then treats got involved and I found out she's a treat-driven cat. wtf? Since when are cats treat-driven? But anyway she happily stuck her head into it to get a treat on the other side and then chilled out with more treats while I buckled it on her, and since then she's spent a little while in it every day. Usually around playtime, so that she can use all her energy on chasing mice instead of chewing the harness. Sometimes when she's sleepy, so that she'll be relaxed and nap in it. I'm not gonna introduce a leash until she's really comfortable with the harness. I'm really not happy with most of the cat harnesses on the market - this one at least has a Y-front, but the underbelly strap is too short and causes the belly strap to dig into her legs. Not comfortable.
In completely unrelated news, I get really annoyed whenever a How To Write post comes up and it's all DO DRAFTS, YOU HAVE TO DO DRAFTS, PLAN EVERYTHING OUT AND WRITE SHIT AND THEN EDIT IT IN WAVES, DO DRAAAAAAAFTS
FUCK DRAFTS
I have never successfully written a draft in my life. NEVER. There is a reason I have never gotten more than a C in English, and it is DRAFTS. I am not the best writer in the world, and I am not nearly big-headed enough to think that I am even better than mediocre, but FUCK I HATE DRAFTS. You know what works for me? An organic, constantly-shifting process. I write until the words stop coming and then I write something else or I edit or I listen to mood music and read and then come back and write more or I draw out diagrams of the plot or I stare happily at pictures of the characters or WHATEVER. Always coming at it from a new angle. Feel lousy? Write Sunstreaker. Feel evil? Write Disassembled. Put on the Transformers soundtrack? Write Glory. Feel silly? Write Scorponok/Starscream. That's how I roll.
Fuck drafts. Ugh. I know they work for a lot of people but FUCK DRAFTS.
Also, an old friend got high last night and told me all about how he cheated on his fiance and it's all her fault because she wants space and she doesn't meet his sexual needs or fulfill his kinks and it's not really cheating anyway because it was just the once. Fuck you, dude. I told him I'd give him two weeks to tell her himself but... it's gonna eat at me if I wait that long. I've been in her shoes and it fucking sucked. My morals dictate complete honesty in all things at all times, and he brought me into this so now he gets to deal with my morals. fuck thiiiiiis this sucks so muuuuuuuch
I finally settled on what to feed her based on various reviews, nutritional analysis, ingredient lists, taste tests, and the really gorgeous no-longer-feral cats in the nice pet food store. Merrick Cowboy Cookout for wet, and Acana Grasslands for dry. She's gonna get half a 5oz can of wet and half a cup of dry every day, to be adjusted as needed. She's put on some serious muscle since I got her! And hopefully the high-protein low-carb diet will keep her in good shape.
I am trying to imagine only needing to eat a cup of food a day. My imagination doesn't quite work that way, it seems.
Dad crowbar'd my bedroom window open, and oh my gosh it's so nice. Nostalgia is loving it too - I usually put sunflower seeds on the windowsill to attract birds and squirrels, and she's like OMG OMG OMG and chasing them off by rampaging against the screen. XD I have already begun to fret about transmissible diseases, though. Velocisquirrel ain't afraid of no cat behind a screen, which means they may end up chilling out shoulder-to-shoulder. But for the moment I am willing to let her enjoy herself freely.
We've been working on harness training almost since I got her - she's been very good about it the whole time, which is fantastic. Started out letting her play with it, which I am now regretting because she thinks chewing and clawing it is SO FUN, and then petting her with it, and then draping it over her while she's too sleepy to fuss about it... Then treats got involved and I found out she's a treat-driven cat. wtf? Since when are cats treat-driven? But anyway she happily stuck her head into it to get a treat on the other side and then chilled out with more treats while I buckled it on her, and since then she's spent a little while in it every day. Usually around playtime, so that she can use all her energy on chasing mice instead of chewing the harness. Sometimes when she's sleepy, so that she'll be relaxed and nap in it. I'm not gonna introduce a leash until she's really comfortable with the harness. I'm really not happy with most of the cat harnesses on the market - this one at least has a Y-front, but the underbelly strap is too short and causes the belly strap to dig into her legs. Not comfortable.
In completely unrelated news, I get really annoyed whenever a How To Write post comes up and it's all DO DRAFTS, YOU HAVE TO DO DRAFTS, PLAN EVERYTHING OUT AND WRITE SHIT AND THEN EDIT IT IN WAVES, DO DRAAAAAAAFTS
FUCK DRAFTS
I have never successfully written a draft in my life. NEVER. There is a reason I have never gotten more than a C in English, and it is DRAFTS. I am not the best writer in the world, and I am not nearly big-headed enough to think that I am even better than mediocre, but FUCK I HATE DRAFTS. You know what works for me? An organic, constantly-shifting process. I write until the words stop coming and then I write something else or I edit or I listen to mood music and read and then come back and write more or I draw out diagrams of the plot or I stare happily at pictures of the characters or WHATEVER. Always coming at it from a new angle. Feel lousy? Write Sunstreaker. Feel evil? Write Disassembled. Put on the Transformers soundtrack? Write Glory. Feel silly? Write Scorponok/Starscream. That's how I roll.
Fuck drafts. Ugh. I know they work for a lot of people but FUCK DRAFTS.
Also, an old friend got high last night and told me all about how he cheated on his fiance and it's all her fault because she wants space and she doesn't meet his sexual needs or fulfill his kinks and it's not really cheating anyway because it was just the once. Fuck you, dude. I told him I'd give him two weeks to tell her himself but... it's gonna eat at me if I wait that long. I've been in her shoes and it fucking sucked. My morals dictate complete honesty in all things at all times, and he brought me into this so now he gets to deal with my morals. fuck thiiiiiis this sucks so muuuuuuuch