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[alonewiththemoon]

Seti was so cute this morning--he's gotten into the already cute habit of asking me to pick him up while I am eating my breakfast, and then he curls up in my lap while I eat and read the paper.  This morning I had a heating pad across the top of my thigh, as I am still stiff from the lunge work I did on Monday.  When he asked to be picked up, I figured he would decide there was not enough room for him and then ask to be put back down.  But no!  Instead he gingerly put his paws on the heating pad and then lay down across it, and I swear you could hear him say "ahhhhh" as he relaxed on the heating pad.  So we both enjoyed the warmth, and having a two pound weight pressing down on my muscles was probably a good thing anyway.

Still waiting to hear from the vet--I called towards the end of the day yesterday to change my message to have my home number rather than my work number, only to learn that the person who told me that Dr. M was on the schedule that day was wrong, she hadn't been in at all.  All that waiting for nothing.  Now I do it all over again.  I'd be more irked, but Ronan has actually improved a lot in the last 24 hours.  Still not normal in the output department, but closer than he's been in a while, and his energy level is excellent.  He's also lost 110 grams in the last ten days, which is great.  Another 50 or so more and he'll hit his target.  All without the benefit of Weight Watchers, just personal trainer Seti to run him off his feet and a diet of good kibbles.  He is still grinding his teeth, but he is eating fine.  Seti is doing very well; he needs to gain a little more weight but they've been so active the last few days I'm not alarmed that he hasn't.

I'm reading Amrita by Banana Yoshimoto right now, and it's affecting me a lot.  I dreamed last night that I was the main character, talking with her mother.  I'm not sure why I am identifying so strongly with this character; something to think about as I read on.  Though I suppose that's part of Banana Yoshimoto's talent, that sense of identification.  I also recently read Jane Smiley's The Greenlanders, in which people freeze to death, starve to death, get the plague, die in fishing and hunting accidents and occasionally murder each other.  And Icelanders are arrogant disruptive bastards, and Norweigans are nothing but trouble.  Any happiness experienced by anyone in that book was entirely unexpected and fleeting.  It's an excellent book to read when you need to feel that your own life isn't all that bad.

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Weasels

[dancer.livejournal.com]

That heating pad story is so cute! I love snuggly animals. My morning pet ritual involves our cat Jayne waiting patiently at my feet so that he can drink the milk that's left in my cereal bowl when I'm done eating. :)

"All without the benefit of Weight Watchers, just personal trainer Seti to run him off his feet and a diet of good kibbles."

We had an overweight rabbit at one point, and brought home a (spayed) female companion for him. That made him lose the weight fairly quickly (particularly, since he was altered himself past sexual maturity, and he chased her around trying to mate with her all of the time). :)

Right 'bout now (funk soul brother)

[sanguineempathy.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the weasels are enjoying the coolness/change in the weather :P

I think I need to read The Greenlanders - I could you some of that bolstering :/

[silas7.livejournal.com]

Yow.

I dreamed that I was in War of the Worlds last night. I kept waiting for the aliens to get wiped out by the common cold, but it wasn't happening. There was something strangely beautiful about those tall tripods walking through the night: glass limbs glittering in the light of their heat rays.

I still hid in the basement until they passed!

[damiel.livejournal.com]

And Icelanders are arrogant disruptive bastards

That's just Bjork.