He was a cute dog and all, but I’ve gotta say – every encounter I have with a dog just drives home the fact that I – we, really – are absolutely not dog people in any way, shape or form (no offense, dog people – I completely understand when people say they don’t like cats. Well, no I don’t, I just pretend to). All the having to let them outside to go to the bathroom, the slobbered dog food, the walks (although the walks weren’t bad. Probably because I didn’t do any of them. HA HA!), the following me around JUDGING ME (okay, it was pretty freakin’ cute that he kept laying down beside me and sleeping, all devoted-like). I’d absolutely do the same thing again, and I fully expect to have to deal with stray dogs finding our house again (since that’s one of the downsides of living in the country, people dump their animals off and believe they’ll live full and happy lives “in the wild”, grrrr) and I will make sure they’re fed and do my best to find them homes, but I’d rather have six more cats in this house than one dog any day. Visiting dogs = okay. Permanent dogs = not gonna happen. Y’all who thought we were going to keep the dog despite my protestations, well, SOMETIMES I MEAN WHAT I SAY! So there!
And by the way, when Fred was telling the vet tech about how we’re totally cat people, he said “In fact, we have 10 cats in our house right now!” I opened my mouth to correct him, to remind him that we had 11 cats, DUH, when I remembered that we didn’t, and got all teary-eyed.
BOO!
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To me, it looks like it’s getting better (this is how it looked on Saturday), but when I ask Fred, he just shudders and says “It looks HORRIBLE.” It would be nice if it mostly went away before next Tuesday, when I have my two-year followup with my gastric bypass surgeon, so I don’t have to say “I dumped like nobody’s business, and every blood vessel in my body popped.”
Speaking of my appointment next Tuesday, I had to have blood drawn so I could have all my levels checked and the surgeon would have my results before my appointment, and so I went to a lab in Madison. They didn’t have my doctor in their system, so I had to provide his name and number and all that. When I was back in the blood-drawing room, the phlebotomist casually said “What kind of doctor is he? An eye doctor?” and I said “No, I had gastric bypass two years ago blah blah follow up appointment.” It wasn’t until I was halfway home that I realized the reason she’d assume he was an eye doctor. Duh.
I loathe going out in public with my eye all zombie-like, because I feel like people look at me and think “DAY-UM, someone got her a good one. PROBABLY HER HUSBAND, SHE’S AN ABUSED WIFE! SOMEONE CALL THE COPS LET’S SAVE THIS POOR LADY!”
And the most ridiculous thing is that I feel GUILTY when they do a double-take. Guilty. What the fuck?
“Please just ring up my groceries and stop looking at me, thx.” (flickr)
Fred says
(DISCLAIMER: JOKES ABOUT DOMESTIC ABUSE ARE NOT FUNNY AT ALL. UNLESS YOU MAKE IT ABOUT A MAN WHO CARRIES SPIDERS OUTSIDE INSTEAD OF SQUISHING THEM. THEN IT IS HILARIOUS.)
I should look at them and say “He didn’t have to tell me twice!”
(READ THE DISCLAIMER AGAIN. )
McLovin (in the front) got up on the fence because he likes to do that and crow proudly, and so Frick decided to join him. This disturbed McLovin a LOT, and finally he hopped down off the fence and chased a yellow chicken around.
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Miz Poo thinks a rooster dinner would be TASTY.
Miss Stank by the fire last weekend.
Previously 2007: How old are these guys, that you’ve got to tell them to flush the toilet, I’m wondering. 2006: Off to the hospital! 2005: No entry. 2004: Poor Bean. 2003: About the cats. 2002: When did Dick Gephardt die? 2001: The illness continues. 2000: I am officially the laziest chick in the world.]]>
Miss Stank’s back end looks like it is on fire!
Your eye is giving me the heaving shudders. Just horrible. Especially the close up of it.
Romeo is not spoiled at all, is he!
Your eye looks awesome! Maybe you should see if any horror movies are in the area filming that need extras.
Or you should wear an eye patch and talk like a pirate! You’ll have different issues, but at least no one will think you’re abused…
I am SO HAPPY for Romeo!!! I figured he was probably a dawg of advanced years, given the grey in his coat. But how absolutely wonderful for him that he’s going to live out the remainder of his days being spoiled out of his wee little doggy mind. Kind of how your cats are spoiled out of their wee little kitty minds.
Maybe you could wear an eye patch around the house, just to keep the eye strain down. I’m with Miz Poo on that rooster subject. I’m glad that ‘Romeo’ has found a good home.
Seriously, the eye? Godawful. I thought about the ‘hitting your head in the bathroom’ bruise on the forehead and then the blown vessles and thought, she is gonna get some sympathetic stares and unsolicted advice about women’ shelters.
I just read a story on CNN about pets being left behind by people who are losing their homes to foreclosure. I won’t go into my rant about the foreclosure business and not reading the mortgage papers and signing anyway and then being surprised by the terms. But this business of just walking away from your PETS has me steaming. The shelters are getting overloaded. Thank goodness Romeo’s story turned out so well.
I think maybe the cats will start to miss Spot once they realize they don’t see him. My Gibson took a little while to start showing signs of mourning his brother.
They’re not thinking you’re abused, they’re thinking you’re a drunk. Seriously, the only time I’ve seen eyes like yours is on people who’ve been barfing up a weekend’s worth of alchohol. A girl on my hall in college blew out both eyes one time.
Your eye is quite icky. You should win some kind of prize for that. heh I, too, blow blood vessels in my eyes when I urp, but not quite that good. Now I have progressed to blowing them in random places on my face as well, mostly around the eyes, but extending down to the cheeks somewhat, too. Luckily urping doesn’t happen often, generally from wicked nausea at the onset of a migraine, but it does earn me some alone time in my room without getting bugged incessantly that day, so there is an up side. Getting older suuuux!!!
Here’s hoping it clears up quickly and you don’t get any more bruises in the meantime!
Wow, who knew Buddy/Romeo was an old man? *sigh* At least, he’s going to die very happy and pampered!
Geez, I hope the icky in your eye goes away soon!
I’m an evil person because I laughed at “He didn’t have to tell me twice!”
I KNOW abuse isn’t funny! Really! It was your delivery…er, something.
Seeing that picture of Buddy Romeo looking so content and utterly spoiled made me smile. See? I do have some appropriate emotion!
I had the same eye thing a few years ago, and forgot I had it until someone looked at me (you know that look: WOAH! WTF?). At insistent urging from those around me who probably thought it was gonna fall out, I went to an urgent care center, where the WOAH/WTF looks continued, only to be told there was nothing to do about it. Great. It did resolve itself quite quickly, thank goodness.
QUESTION: After reading that very interesting article on litter boxes from cat’s point of view, I first wondered how many perma-cats you have (answered above) and then, how many litter boxes you have? Do the cats all stay inside or do they do their “bidness” outside sometimes?
I really wish I had a former coworker’s email address so that I could direct a link of that article to her. She had two cats and only changed the box when they were “climbing rocks”. That she could even joke about it made me want to toss my cookies.
so we can assume you like your abuse like your beer, domestic instead of imported? i can make that comment as a survivor and victor of domestic abuse.
there was a woman i worked with who was quite obviously verbal/guttural in her lovemaking, but must have sounded as if she was in pain, because someone at her building started leaving pamphlets about domestic abuse and safe houses on her car!
the next time someone looks funny at your eye, just use the old line, “but you oughta see what i did to him! he’s going to be walking funny until easter!”
i am so sorry about spot. i had a really fucked up dream last night after i fell asleep watching tmz. in my dream, heath ledger’s death and spot’s demise were both caused by mary kate olsen, who was actually trying to get heathcliff the cat whacked. but bob saget and dave collier fucked it all up and that damn heathcliff is still terrorizing the neighborhood. it was a very special episode of “full house.”
My sister had to have a small surgical procedure done..which resulted in a swollen and black eye. After all the looks of concern from coworkers and people around town she was getting sick of explaining how it came to be. Finally the swelling was going down and the eye was going back to normal much to her husband’s relief!
So then she go out walking, slips on ice and does a faceplant resulting in a huge shiner on the other eye and cut to the bridge of her nose. Now her coworkers dont believe her and the husband gets the hateful dagger stares all over town…he is mortified!
What happened to your eye happened to both of mine when I gave birth to my 9lb daughter many years ago, 21 to be exact today! A little neighbor girl came over to see my daughter a day or so after we came home from the hospital and when I answered the door she screamed and ran all the way home. Told her Mother she was never having babies! LOL Still makes me laugh
Jesus- no warning on the eye picture. I scrolled down and BAM! There it was in all its glory. seriously though- you poor thing. xo
My husband busted his eye up when he had food poisoning last year. His eye specialist told him not to carry/lift anything heavy until it healed up.
Last year, I got a TERRIBLE black eye while being, um, intimate with my boyfriend. Unfortunately I met his parents for the first time the next day. I had to make up some story as to how I got the shiner so I said “Well, you know [boyfriend] and his temper…” They laughed, but I think they were a little worried that I wasn’t kidding and he really did give it to me, haha.
Oh yeah that looks better, if you say so..(SHUDDERS…THE EYE..THE EYE….EEEEEKKKK!!)
Heh.
I totally think I would wear an eyepatch to town, no offense, but to spare others from THE EYE!!!!
Pat I think you may have hit upon a good scare program for teenage pregnancy there!
God, your eye is SO red! It looks photoshopped, almost, because it makes the green stand out that much more.
I’m not a dog person, either.
I didn’t leave a comment yesterday, but I am very sorry about Spot.
Your eye reminds me of the woman in this week’s episode of House, but both her eyes were red and one was bleeding. It’s never good when your eyes are bleeding.
I’m happy that Buddy has a good home. I’m definitely a cat person (we have four), but my husband had a beagle when I met him and he sort of grew on me. He passed on in May of last year, which was sad. Beagles are good dogs.
I am both a dog and cat person. Also, I am a fish and bird person. I am also a turtle person.
I would like to also be a horse, goat and chicken person, but I live in the burbs and Pookie assures me that the neighbors would frown on it.
I am not a neighbor person.
Miss Stank looks like she’s waiting for Santa.
Since Spot kept to himself most of the time they might never react since it’s really nothing new to them. After each time we lost a kitty all the others reacted until Tody. Only one of them seemed to notice he wasn’t around anymore. But he was pretty much like Spot. He had 3 spots he’d be in and that’s it so he hardly ever intereacted with any of the others.
So glad for Buddy/Remeo. Sounds like he’ll have a wonderful home to live out his days in.
We do the same thing with our cats when they pass – bring them in, let the dogs and the other cats sniff around, then when they’re done, we bury the cats under our apple trees. There are 2 there now, and I miss them terribly. I think that, although the surviving cats don’t throw themselves on the recently departed, wailing and rending their garments and all, that it does bring some sort of kitty closure to their little pea-brains. I’ll do the same for our dogs, when they pass, which I hope won’t be for a VERY VERY VERY long time… We’ve had a cat die in our arms, and the other cats were around and sniffing her as she shuffled off her mortal coil and ran to the giant sunspot in the sky. They know something’s going on.
Also – your eye makes me wince, because all too recently I had an infected corneal ulcer. Hurt like a bastard. You can see pictures on my blog in the October entries. Ouch!!!
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Dude. Totally say that. At least once, to someone you think can take it. HAHA.
I’m so happy for the dog! What a wonderful ending for that story. I have been fretting about him and trying to figure out how to trick my husband into driving to Alabama.
The Spot news was very sad. My sincere condolences. I hate it when the animals pass.
I am not a cat or dog person,per se, but I appretiate life and want to see no living thing suffer or abused. The best thing to happen to Spot was Fred and the best thing to happen to Buddy/Romeo was showing up at Crooked Acres.
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Sammi
I get lots of broken blood vessels in my face when I throw up a lot. Whenever I see someone with broken blood vessels I always assume they’ve been sick to their stomach, I never think they’ve been hit! If I saw you I probably would look at you intently and act real nice because I would just assume you’ve had a really bad time hugging a big kitty water bowl, not because I thought you’d been smacked.
My brother got married a week after I had really impacted wisdom teeth removed and my face was completely black and blue. I was pulled over by a police officer for speeding (I had no makeup on) and he didn’t say a word about it, although he did make me get out of the car. I was sure I looked abused! I think I even wanted a little sympathy, but no going.
Now that is the kind of life every pet deserves. Looks like he’s gained quite a bit of weight already.
Good on you guys (and Spot) for helping him.
Hope your eye heals soon, man. Eurgh…
Wow, that dog has it made. Look at his gut, he’s filled out already. Obviously he was starved (and wormy) before. I’m so happy for him!
OMG you make me laugh.
Robyn–
I’m glad you didn’t blow vessels in both eyes, but it does seem odd that it only happened on one side. Hmmm.
Whenever we have shown a dead pet to the rest of the animals, the dead one tends to get stepped on.
The eye! The eye! Aaaaaackk!
Hooray for Buddy/Romeo! He certainly has filled out and he’s going to live the wonderful, cushy life that all housepets deserve. I’m sure the tech’s husband took one look at that poor dog and fell in love. You and Fred are the shizz.
Robyn! God DAMN!
Stop DOING that! Jeez, I just ATE!
Man. I have been sick to where I thought I was gonna break a rib, and in fact have had a bout of bronchitis with coughing so bad that I DID break a rib, and I have never had an eye do that, and it’s a good thing, because they would have to tranq me and keep me under heavy sedation if I did.
::full body shudder::
Literally. I have goosebumps now. I hope you’re happy.
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I wish there was an HTML code to make just the bottom half of the semicolon red…
So sorry about Spot…*sniff, sniff*
I’ve had an abscessed tooth since Saturday when I woke up with half of my face all puffed up and an eye almost swollen shut. People would give me that look like they really want to ask what happened, but are afraid to pry in case it was something as serious as domestic violence. Boyfriend & I kinda sorta made jokes to that effect, but ultimately decided it really wasn’t something we should be joking about.
The eye looks SO painful! Have you considered wearing sunglasses when you
go to the store? Big sunglasses and a jockey cap and pretend you’re a stray
movie star visiting relatives back home. Seriously, though, if you want to
avoid people giving you The Look, you might consider sunglasses, because
otherwise, they are definitely going to wonder. Ouch.
Congratulations on finding a safe harbor for Buddy/Romeo. That is such good
news.
Marian
AAAGGGHHH!!!That eye! That eye! It scares the hell out of me!
Have you ever seen Alien 3??? You look JUST like Sigournay Weaver ^.^
Yeah the eye looks horrible…but my favorite part of your post today was about McLovin’. You are so funny! Oh, and I’m sorry to hear about Spot.
Ha! I got bucked off my horse a few years ago and basically broke my ass. I bruised from my shoulder to my wrist and from my hip to my knee. I am talking deep purple to black to that lovely rainbow thing. We left the following day for our beach vacation. Picture those bruises with a bathing suit on. Nobody said a WORD to me but they gave my then husband dirty looks all week. He kept muttering, “she really had it coming.”
Hey Robin and Fred,
Someday when I start writing again, I’ll tell the story of Boo Kitty (before the advent of the Katskies) who died at home on the day we were going have to take him to the vet. His cat sister and dog brother were in mourning. They ran to meet us and take us to where he was. Hey, they’re all fur people and they all react differently.
Condolences from the Katsky clan (especially Spot Katsky who has striped spots in most of the places where your spot did). And congratulations on finding a good home for Buddy.
You even warned, but the damn Zombie eye got me. Twice! Damn you…