Twisted Spinster

Well, it looks more and more like I’ll be taking the old cat to the vet tomorrow. Since I don’t stand over her to check I’m not sure how long she’s not been eating — for at least two days now she just looks at the food and then maybe drinks a little water. She spends most of her time sleeping on her pillow, and when I go to pet her she gives me that “leave me alone, I’ve given up” look. Great. My father died four days before Christmas so this sort of thing is somewhat of a family tradition.

As for the other cat, she just finished doing her “I’ve peed and I feel great!” mad run up and down the apartment. She’s like a Baby Boomer with her bodily functions — you know, like no one has ever gone there before. “Look! Look what I did just there! I horked up a huuuuge mess of hair and cat food on the carpet! Go me!”