naamah_darling: The Punisher skull with a red ribbon barrette. (Punisher Ribbon)
2012-10-16 03:23 am

Etrigan, the Twinkie thief.

This happened just before he ran away to have his Not-So-Incredible Journey.

I'm alone playing Borderlands 2 (awesome, btw) and I hear this very quiet, tiny little "crinkle crinkle" sound and think, "Great, one of my dumbass mammals has found a plastic bag and is licking it, and it's only going to get worse. Now I have to go take it away." Only it sounds wrong, and it's coming from too high up in the kitchen.

Etrigan, I realize, is on the counter again.

So I sneak out of my chair. I move like the night, soundless. I approach the kitchen.

Etrigan comes panther-walking out with AN ENTIRE WRAPPED TWINKIE in his mouth. He was holding it in the middle, like a dog with a bone. He must have gotten it from the closed up box that was on the counter, and I would not have heard it at all if it weren't for the crinkling plastic wrapper.

Now, it is fucking adorable, but he is still a slinking little Twinkie thief, so I turn on the STARE OF DISAPPROVAL.

He sees me and his eyes get the size of half-dollar coins and the Twinkie drops to the carpet with a crinkly *thump*. It was a cartoon moment. Then he ran like his ass was on fire and his head was catching, and I was laughing so fucking hard I literally could not follow him.

So I sat down. With the Twinkie. And I waited.

He realized very quickly I wasn't going to swat him; he knows I'm not mad when I laugh. So he comes out like nothing happened, and I called him over, and I got down in front of him and I ate the entire thing right in front of his face.

He watched the whole time with this 'I DON'T UNDERSTAAAAAAND IT WAS MIIIIINE WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" look on his face.

And then I let him sniff the spot where I set the Twinkie down while I had a drink of root beer.

Satisfying.

ANYWAY.

Etrigan went to the vet today to be checked over and get a feline leukemia shot just in case, but he's completely unscathed, aside from being a little clingy. And by "clingy" I mean "less revolted by contact that he does not initiate." And apparently he cried a lot more than usual on the way to the vet.

He has snuggled with both of us since his Great Escape, and he is obviously glad to be home. I just hope he's smart enough not to do it again. Ever. Because that sucked.

Thank you, everyone, for the kind comments and the support. I wasn't replying, I was in bed feeling like my head had been run over by a truck, but I very much appreciate it. I am sure all the good vibes helped him find his stupid way home.

He is playing fetch with Best Mouse right now, as happy as he has ever been. Like nothing happened. He is such an asshole. I love him so much.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
2012-10-13 09:34 pm

"But the cat came back." AKA Etrigan's Bogus Journey

"We thought he was a goner, but the cat came back the very next day."

He's back. He's wet. He's filthy. He's freaked out. He's SO hungry. And he's still an asshole, so there's that.

Thank you for the well-wishes everyone, and the good juju. Apparently it helped him find his stupid way home.

God. I haven't even gotten out of bed all day, literally sick with worry. And now I just want to get right back into it and sleep until tomorrow. I'd feel bad for freaking out so much, but when I was a kid I lost so many cats -- thirteen? -- from outdoor accidents like autos and dogs and just mysterious disappearances, and one right in front of me, and I found I just couldn't cope with that and the knowing what being utterly alone and exposed and scared feels like.

*hugs*
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
2012-10-13 07:15 pm

Etrigan's gone missing.

He got out last night and has been gone for fifteen or sixteen hours, I think. No sign of him, and now it's pissing rain, and he could be anywhere in the enormous forested drainage area that runs behind our house, that's tangled so thick you can't walk through it.

Just . . . cross your fingers that the little douchebag gets back safe, okay? I really can't do this. I'm strong enough to walk, but I'm not strong enough to carry anything heavy like this right now.

And he's . . . an indoor cat, a dumb one, who doesn't even know what wind and rain are, in an enormous world full of people and things and animals he doesn't know, and might want to hurt him. And I can only hope he's not scared, because that kind of all-pervading, immobilizing fear is something I know way to well to be able to bear the thought of him feeling it with any grace.

I can barely go outside. It reminds me so strongly of how it felt when I had my horrible, horrible hours-long panic attacks, and how everything outside the house was just . . . a fucking nightmare.

Normally I'm really cool-headed, but I am surprisingly, humiliatingly, not fucking coping.

Advice not really appreciated. We're doing what we can do. Just keep your fingers crossed that he comes home very, very soon.
naamah_darling: Picture of a treasure chest with a skull and crossbones on top. My art! (Artistic)
2012-09-26 05:21 am

Work in progress! Prints!

Cat Help

So, this is how I get work done.

Or, rather, don't get work done.

Etrigan is an asshole. He gets into my lap whenever he wants, like it never even occurs to him that he isn't welcome, and he takes up ALL THE SPACE for as long as he wants. That is sometimes for an hour, and sometimes for five seconds, when he hears something that might be food-related. He doesn't give a shit if I'm busy doing something else.

He will sometimes try to trick us into playing with him by taking a toy mouse and leaving it on the couch or on the chair, and when we pick it up so we can sit down, he streaks over and stops inches away, like the Road Runner, and waits for us to throw it. And we feel so guilty for getting his stupid little hopes up that we throw it, and his very obvious, completely transparent trick works.

He's going to the vet on Thursday, because he's been sick a lot lately, with epic barfings. So cross your fingers for the little turd. I love him.

<More pics of the derp-derpy derp-panther!><a href= )

But what I really came to show you is this:

Lady Fox Finished

She needs a bit of touching up, but she's done. That's the actual ink drawing that will become one of the prints we are putting out with the novel. She's 9x12, but the prints might be smaller, we haven't decided yet. Get 'em here!.

Also, you can get the originals, if you're quick. Go here and scroll down to where it says Original Art Print Package, and there you go.

The Golden Mask's portrait isn't done, but you can see him in progress here:

Fox and Mask progress

Also a neat progress shot of Fox. The Mask will be done hopefully tomorrow, but most likely Thursday.

I have to say, his feathers are jaunty as fuck.

ETA: We had a couple folks ask about this. If you have already donated/want to donate, and you later want to donate more to get the next perk on the scale, we will TOTALLY work with you on that. Indiegogo doesn't have support for that through the interface, but we will 100% work with you to get you the package you want. *nods* You can contribute extra without selecting a perk by clicking the "Contribute Now" button on the right under the progress totals.

Ticker! So close! 76%!

naamah_darling: A very sweet-faced one-eyed Himalayan cat with a crooked jaw. (Smooch)
2012-09-15 07:32 pm

Kittehs!

In some lighter news, Etrigan and Smooch have been given a shoutout on Wayofcats.com.



It's a short piece about cats that found homes despite being . . . different.

Every cat has something to give.

It is always sad to me when people only value cats as kittens; and then, only value them for cuteness. That is something they all have, and does not acknowledge the specialness of each cat’s personality.

. . .

Smooch and Etrigan: a mismatch made in heaven

This is Smooch (top) and Etrigan (bottom.) In a classic Way of Cats move, these two foster brothers were adopted together, because the person had decided to try my “two cats are better than one” approach.

It is working very well!

Smooch has facial deformities and one eye, while Etrigan, who seemed fine at the time, turns out to have allergy-triggered asthma. That could have made them “unadoptable.”

And look at the treasures that would have been unspent.

Instead, they are enjoying a wonderful home, and each other, as the picture aptly illustrates.

. . .

Sometimes, they are cats with a physical challenge. Sometimes, they are too old, or too young, or have an unpopular coat color, or are just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But as I explained in a previous post, we don’t necessarily have to value what our society values.

Because society is, so often, wrong about what we should value. When we fall for letting others decide what we are supposed to want to do…

We will miss out on a lot of magic.


I bolded that last bit because it's sort of true about . . . everything.

I want to throw a shoutout to Pammy as well. Way of Cats is a really, really helpful blog, she has been incredibly generous with advice about these two dopey jerks, and she has been right every time. I am very grateful to her for her help. So if you are a cat person and want to understand your friends better than you do, go and spend some time there, and maybe invest in her ebooks!
naamah_darling: A very sweet-faced one-eyed Himalayan cat with a crooked jaw. (Smooch)
2012-07-11 01:52 pm

Happy Adoption Day!

We brought the boys home one year ago today! To celebrate, and also give me something nice to think about, here is a massive picspam, beginning with some pictures of them at their most beautiful. More under the cut.

Smooch Face 01

Etrigan Fishing 4

Oh, yeah, you need to see these. )

Those are my boys.

Thank you for helping me when I've needed help for them. They are my friends, and I need them in my life. Even if one's an asshole and one is really smelly and they are both being annoying today.

I emailed their foster parent and the shelter I got them from, and let them know that I am very grateful for my boys and their continued presence in my life. They were a wonderful decision.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
2012-06-27 10:48 pm

Two adorable things:

Etrigan loves Twilight Sparkle

Coloring books are just the thing when you are feeling sick or sad. Thanks, Grey. We love it.

Etrigan is feeling punky, still, and we are trying to determine whether that's lung infection or asthma or what. This is a game we will be playing for as long as we have him, and you know, I do not care. He is a good cat, and no matter how much he worries me or how sad it is to see him coughing and breathing hard, he will be our special little dumbass. He is a happy cat, despite his health troubles, and despite those troubles, he is very sweet with everyone, even the vet. Really, one of the most good-natured cats I have ever had and I've had, at this point, about 25 over the course of my life.

Also, this sneak peek at what I will be posting tomorrow:

Amor Volat 08

That's Amor Volat. Her cute little butt, anyway. She, cute butt included, will be for sale. (I love her, she came out beautifully, but someone else out there needs her, I know they do, so off she goes.) I am thinking about just doing an auction in comments to her post (not this one), rather than eBaying her, because of the hassle. If you have opinions on the matter, please, please speak up!

Pirate pony will require a more elaborate photo shoot (an excuse to break out ALL THE PIRATE LOOT AHAHAHA!), so I will get right on that starting Friday, and you will have pics next week. Ask the gaming group how cute she is. Go on. Ask.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
2012-06-12 03:19 pm

Etrigan says thank you.

Etrigan is feeling better

He looks kind of a mess here, but he was actually purring and more comfortable than he had been in a couple of days.

He is a cuddly little bastard.

Having kind of a rough day today, worried about friends and pets and self. Naturally, I am avoiding everything:

WIP Amor Volat

The next pony, WIP

Got to do something about that lettering. I reeeally suck at lettering.

Experimental black spray paint for the base coat.

WIP disturbing collection

Even I find this kind of disturbing. Funny, but disturbing.
naamah_darling: A tiny week-old tabby kitten with her paws raised and her eyes half-closed. (Kittens)
2012-06-11 04:51 pm

Moar update! With some good news!

Etrigan seems to be doing quite a bit better today, so we're hopeful that this particular flareup will blow over without any more trouble. He was actually up on the table knocking shit over so we know he's feeling more himself. I'm still worried about him, but I'm likely to be worrying about him perpetually for the rest of his asthmatic little life, which I hope is a long and annoying one.

Thank you to everyone who donated, or everyone who offered to donate. We don't know if we'll need additional vet funds yet. I am hoping not. So all y'all who offered, you can hold off and wait and see, 'cause I'd feel kind of bad at this point asking for it without knowing. I am really, really grateful. And super-grateful for those folks who sent generous donations which will allow us to cover a chest x-ray and bloodwork if he needs those done. (Which he probably will sometime down the line, just hopefully not right away.)

For those who asked, we get money fastest through Adventurotica.com, whether that's memberships or donations. Smashwords is next, and they will be paying me at the end of this month, I think, so now is not a bad time if you want to buy a book.

Adventurotica on Smashwords
Naamah's books
Sargon's books

Amazon, eh, they pay me occasionally, but they are kind of assholes.

Etsy payments are immediate: Morningstar Hall at Etsy is kind of sparse right now, but there's a lot of stuff under $25.

As for Paypal, anything sent to sargon999 at hotmail goes to our living expenses (electricity, mortgage, internet, trash pickup, you know, the boring stuff).

Anything sent to naamah at gmail and marked for Etrigan and the kitties will get pulled out in cash and hidden, to go to vet bills only. (I keep track of the vet money.) Anything not marked for the kitties will get split with Sargon for living expenses, and I'll put the rest away to get me my bloodwork done in a month and a half, which is about $150.

I am not asking, but some people had asked. As it is, I feel really awful even putting this stuff here because I am so reluctant to call in any favors at all, for fear that things might get worse.

I am working on stuff to put up on Etsy -- I need to go do more of that right now -- but I don't know how fast that will happen.

Oh, dear. Etrigan is pulling stuff off Sargon's table as we speak. I think our little convalescent is feeling somewhat improved. He would thank you all for the well-wishes, but he's very stupid. Rest assured that if you were here, he would let you pet him as much as you wanted and give him all the treats you felt inclined to give him by way of thanking you. Because that's how cats are.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
2012-06-10 12:17 pm

Random notes.

Sigh.

Etrigan has pneumonia. Either that or heart disease, but he seems better after a day on the antibiotics, so I'm choosing to believe it's pneumonia. We expect him to make a full recovery, but this is likely to be a pattern with him. Asthmatic cats are prone to lung infections, especially given that prednisolone lowers his immune system. I'm worried about the little asshole. He's so sweet and so . . . well, I won't say he's good, but I will say that he doesn't mean to be bad, and that counts for something. He certainly doesn't deserve this, the poor little guy.

We didn't know he had an incurable, permanent medical condition when we adopted him, and while I am not at all wanting to give him back or anything asinine like that, I just wish I had known. They say that if you can't afford the vet you can't afford the pet, and I see the wisdom in that to an extent, but if everyone assumed that their pet was going to be sick half the time there would be a lot fewer pets getting rescued and adopted and cared for. I don't think anyone wants more shelter deaths. And a lot of folks couldn't afford pets at all, which sucks, since they make our lives better in so many ways.

There just isn't an answer, and the money isn't there, especially since I need to see my doctor, and we can't afford that either. I'm having persistent, niggling health issues that are really cranking up my anxiety because I don't know what's causing them, and I can't afford to even go in to talk to people, let alone get my regular bloodwork done.

Sigh again. I hate complaining about money, but . . . well, it takes up a lot of my processing space and is making me fairly miserable.

The new psych meds seem to be helping, at least. Although I want to stress that doesn't mean that everything is fine and I'm totally recovered or any of that.

Thank you for the birthday wishes, everyone who wished me a happy birthday (it was on the second, and no, I didn't make a big deal out of it because frankly, I don't care much this year). I got a few nice things and had a quiet day and there were cookies last Monday and everything was pretty much awesome. And [personal profile] bat_cheva got me these ceramic skull beads with a crackle glaze that are just too awesome and too cute for words. I have plans for them already.

I have finished [personal profile] bat_cheva's Christmas present -- you see why I'm like "Nooo, I'm not taking commissions! -- and it is awesome and adorable and I am looking forward to posting pics today or tomorrow.

I'm also working on several other ponies, and I'm in a quandary. One of them is experimental. I used the new Liquitex acrylic spray paint as a black base coat, and I don't know how well it will adhere long-term or how it will age. I'm assuming just fine, since I've never had a problem with Liquitex products aging poorly, but I don't know. I might want to sell this one, and if I do, I will make sure to note that I've tried a new paint in my description. My quandary is how long after you try a new technique do you wait for something to go wrong before you change how you do things permanently?

I do want to sing the praises of Testors Dullcote as a topcoat. Brush-on acrylic sealers are almost always a little grabby no matter how long you let them sit, and as a result they collect dust like nobody's business. Other spray lacquers tend to get glossy when they build up over multiple coats, and it's hard to get the spray up around the belly and legs of the pony without overspraying, which leaves them really wet and, even when they dry, shiny-looking. Also, I've yet to find one that was truly flat, not just satiny or matte, that did not have a kind of rough texture. The Testors goes on smooth, dries insanely fast, and doesn't get over-shiny. The finish is like silk, very much like the original vinyl, so the pony "feels" right.

The one drawback is that it's expensive as hell. Well, that and it smells awful, though not lingeringly since it dries so fast.

Still, I don't think I will be using anything else, ever. It's that good. I knew people in the customs community swore by it, but I hadn't believed the hype. No wonder it's always sold out.

I've never wanted an airbrush -- too much trouble, too noisy, too expensive, takes up too much room -- but the pony thing is making me seriously reconsider that, because topcoats and graded base coats are so difficult with brushes. Water everything down and do it three times, is what I've learned. That is working really well so far.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Thane)
2012-04-20 09:10 am

Less awful.

Today was very bad, and I considered -- briefly -- posting one of those alarming and cryptic "I have forgotten what hope even feels like and all my dreams are rubble" updates that tell nothing, vaguely threaten, and tend to disturb everyone who reads them. Decided not to, and will save it for when I know more and am less upset and won't just worry everyone. It's mental health stuff, so it's not like it's anything new. I'm all right, I'll be all right, I just don't feel like it right now. But I know that's how this shit works, and I'm not playing that game. I lost my shit earlier, and that is enough.

I do feel considerably better about one thing after FINALLY seeing the dermatologist. He walked in the room, took one look at me, and said "ROSACEA FULMINANS." And now I have a bunch of samples of something new, a prescription for some other stuff, and an appointment in three months. I don't know if I've discussed my horrible ongoing skin problem here enough for people to remember I have it, but there it is. I've been a flared-up, crusty, pimple-covered mess for months now, it fucking hurts, it's ugly, and I have had enough.

He did confirm that my skin care regimen is not making it worse, and that I've been basically doing everything right, so this is in no way my fault. I knew that, but it was good to hear.

I hope this stuff works. And I have hope that it will. Which are two different things, you know. So cross your fingers for that. If I could have just one less thing to deal with, one fewer painful thing jabbing me every couple of minutes, the rest of it would be a little easier.

Etrigan went with Sargon to the vet today, and we really do think it's asthma. So he's on prednisone, and we'll see how that works out. I will keep you updated as we learn anything. I really don't want this to be a chronic drain on our resources, but I love the little bastard, I love him so much, and there's no way I'm sending him to live with anyone else. He is so stupid, which means he does everything with singular delight, and it's hilarious to watch. And he is learning to cuddle. When he does, it is epic, he is a wonderful cuddler if he is in the mood for it. When he's not, it's like trying to hold on to an angry squid. That farts. It's hard to love him, he's kind of a butthole, but once you do, you can't really stop.

The money you all donated for his vet care has made all the difference. What we haven't used will unfortunately have to get put toward medical care for me, but that's worthy, I suppose. I am also an excellent cuddler, when I want to be.

Right now there are so many things to do and to deal with, and I feel like everything is running away from me like sand. Things aren't good. Not even close. Oh my god, no. Not even close. But there are things I still love, like bags of My Little Pony hair and new Sharpies, and my one-eyed cat looks at me with such awkward affection that he doesn't know how to express, and my husband is the best backup ever, and I have friends who are there if I need them, for real, and I have my imaginary people who are there when nobody else can be, and maybe that's enough to get me through.

Maybe that's enough.

Well, that and a buncha this:

lycentropy
naamah_darling: A very sweet-faced one-eyed Himalayan cat with a crooked jaw. (Smooch)
2012-04-12 08:36 am

Smooch, Unrequited. Also bloggy stuff.

Love Affair

You can't really see it there, but he had his chin on her shoulder, and a few seconds after this he turned and pressed his face between her shoulders and just sat there, adoring her.

He really really loves her and she wants nothing to do with him. It's pathetic, and I feel awful for both of them, because he's being rebuffed and having his smelly little feelings hurt, and she's missing out on a fantastic snuggle. It is still hilarious.

Anyway. I just wanted to drop a note here and say that I'm terribly sorry, but I'm not taking commissions right now. Several of you have asked, several of you that I adore, but it's not something I can cope with. I think it would be a really bad idea. As I said to another friend this morning, I'd rather "I am crazy" be my reason for declining a commission than my excuse for being late.

I feel like an asshole and an idiot because we really, really need the money, but I know it's the smart thing to do, spoons-wise.

I also wanted to say that I'm sorry I haven't been writing here more. To be honest, when things get persistently sucky and frustrating, there's really no point in writing about it, because it's the same every single day. I'm not in a scary place, not too much, but I'm feeling cramped and trapped and sometimes I'm a bit of a mess about it, and I am having to quell my urge to talk about it too often. There's only so much repetition I can take. My other favorite topics -- outrageous human stupidity, repressive political fuckery, my god some people are assholes -- are all just sore from being kicked so often. Between the laws being passed against women and the ludicrously unconstitutional strip-search ruling by the Supreme Court and the whole Trayvon Martin thing and the FIVE hate-crime shootings here in my hometown -- and three deaths, I'm so beaten down and sad that I find it hard to muster any rage.

There is a body image thing I want to post, but I have to wait until I can cope with the raft of comments, and it's so intensely personal that it's actually uncomfortable to contemplate posting and I just . . . don't know.

I want to write more, do more, interact more. I feel like I only post here when I have something Really Important to say, and that's silly. This is my room, I can do what I like in here. But I still feel this urge to perform, or to post only Long Things of Great Importance. So if there's something you want to ask me, fuck it, ask me. I'd like a reason to post more, stuff that was shorter, or not as serious.
naamah_darling: A very sweet-faced one-eyed Himalayan cat with a crooked jaw. (Cats)
2012-03-22 08:24 pm

Etrigan update, now with pictures!

Here, have some pictures, so you can see what I mean when I say "adorable" and "handsome." Also, he is pretty big:

Etrigan's Handsome Akshuly

Etrigan Napping

Etrigan Yawning

Those are the best pictures I've been able to get of him so far. Black cats are nearly impossible to get good pictures of.

So! The vet visit.

We had a chest x-ray done, and that looked pretty good overall, but showed some areas of denser lung tissue that is probably still infected. He may have asthma, we won't know until we clear the infection, which is a separate issue. His heart and so on looked and sounded good. The vet said she could hear improvement in his breathing, and that we're clearly on the right track, but we aren't at a diagnosing stuff for sure place yet.

Soooo.

He gets more antibiotics and goes back in two weeks for bloodwork and another poking and prodding. We watch, we wait, we do pretty much what we have been doing. I would say it's frustrating, but "watch and wait" is what I decided I ought to expect, instead of a diagnosis, so I'm not freaking out about it.

Thank you so, so much to everyone who has donated. I was able to cover meds, an x-ray, and a good chunk of another x-ray -- which he will need. So I am setting that money aside specifically to be used for that, so we can make sure to get him taken care of. I would say he is grateful, but he is not grateful. He is very annoyed with the world right now. That's okay. It'll clear like an Etch-a-Sketch once he shakes his head a couple of times. Big dummy.

But we are grateful. SO grateful. Thank you.

I will keep you updated.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
2012-03-22 07:14 am

Etrigan Lays A Guilt Trip Like A Pro



This is . . . fuck. He's pitiful. This is what he does. He will start playing, and then start coughing, but he won't put his toy down and . . . fuck. It's both hilarious and heartbreaking.

Here he has an asthma attack while holding his favorite toy mouse in his mouth, then plays fetch. The fetching starts halfway through. The quality is crap, my apologies, but you can see that he is a very good retriever. I mean, he could do this all. Day. Long. You can also hear why I am concerned. That nasty cough.

We're taking him to the vet later today to see if the antibiotics have helped and his white blood cell count is back down, but he is still having coughing fits like this one, unpredictably.

I'm in the process of trying to get a bunch of stuff together to sell but . . . I just don't have the spoons to pull my shit together. And I feel awful, like I don't really care, but that's just not true, I just . . . I don't know where to even start.

We'll . . . we'll see what the vet wants to do, and get a figure, and work from there, I suppose. I think a chest x-ray would probably be a good idea, and that's ~$160.

I keep telling myself that he is insanely healthy otherwise, and there's no way it could possibly be something truly dire in a cat with such dense fur and plush skin and bright eyes and solid muscles, a cat who is so energetic and alert and perpetually hungry. It's probably something that will need maintenance and care, but that isn't life-threatening. I keep telling myself that.

I love the stupid little asshole more than I did two weeks ago because now I'm worried about him, and in the meantime he's done a lot of growing up . . . even in two weeks, he has changed; he is so young still . . . he's not a cuddler, but he wants to be friends. He wants to play and play and play, all the time.

He got into my underwear drawer the other day and rooted through my panties to retrieve one of his "sometimes" toys, a big blue mouse that chirps, with LED eyes that flash. As the gods are my judge, I have no idea how he knew it was in there, since I hid it when he was clear across the house without setting it off. I am lucky he didn't pull out, like, my vibrating egg, which is very toy-mouse-like in its way. Still, he will remember that he found a toy there ONCE and now I will never be able to keep him from rooting around in there when he's bored.

Sigh.

All he is good at is finding and fetching his toys. He was laying by the door with his nasty old mouse when we came home from the movies tonight, just, you know, in case. Yesterday morning when he heard Sargon wake up and turn off the alarm, he went and grabbed his mouse from where it had been hidden on the countertop and brought it and sat in front of the door, so painfully hopeful and earnest that I couldn't even yell at him for being on the counter.

He's a good boy, a sweet, sweet cat, he's just not very bright. He only understands "food" and "mouse" and "wrestle" and "head-butt." He can't even figure out how to bury his poop, and for a while, a couple of weeks ago, I was genuinely afraid he had become lost inside a paper bag. He looked like he truly could not figure out how to escape. He will spend hours looking for his favorite mouse, though, if you hide it. Inside everything, on top of everything, behind everything, under everything. The one white mouse with no tail or ears or anything, just a really good rattling sound. He is diligent, I will give him that. If he were a wild cat, he would be an amazing hunter, and would probably sire lots of incredibly stupid kittens before drowning while staring up at a bird during a thunderstorm.

Another sigh.

I will have things to sell, including some arts, but if you feel inclined to help right now, here's the button. I have to go find him and try to wear him out before I go to sleep.






naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
2012-03-08 07:05 pm

Etrigan's Very Bad Day.

First: Thank you SO MUCH everyone who donated! It covered today's vet visit and a signup for a plan that will help us save lots of money on future visits.

Second: THIRTEEN POUNDS?! God, I remember when he was a skinny little thing that weighed nothing at all. I can officially no longer refer to him as "little" anything.

Third: The news, then.

  • Lung infection.

  • Possible asthma.

  • Follow-up in two weeks.

  • Needs a chest x-ray.

    We took him to Banfield and signed him up for a kitty wellness plan, which basically gets us free office visits, free diagnostic tests on this fluid or that fluid, free tooth care, and so on, for a low but monthly fee. It's already paid for itself for this month, and in a couple of weeks it'll pay for next month's, 'cause I gotta take him back for a little follow-up. If he has asthma, it will pay for itself completely. It won't cover x-rays, though, so I will need to be sellin' stuff to get him some imaging.

    It looks like he has a bit of a lung infection, which is bad, but he's now on antibiotics, and it should clear up. We just gotta watch him. Wish him well. His white blood cell count was really, really high, which suggests to me a low-level infection that's been going on a while, and which was being effectively suppressed by his immune system. This unfortunately doesn't mean he doesn't have asthma, since the chronic inflammation makes you prone to these kinds of infections.

    His bloodwork had some other weird readings, but it will be hard to get a bead on what that means until the lung infection is cleared up. The weirdness is, however, consistent with feline asthma. The vet is hesitant to say that's what it is -- apparently it doesn't usually show up in cats this young -- but we're looking at it as a possibility. Annoyingly, it's a ruling-out thing, not a clear diagnosis.

    Other than that, he is in superb health, and the tech and vet both remarked on his apparent physical condition. ("Perfect.") I need to get pics so you can see him, he's just really hard to photograph attractively, being black, a cat, and kind of a derpy dumbass, but he is gorgeous.

    I will stress that the big lunk is not feeling bad at all aside from the trauma of having strange people do awful things to him -- which is at once annoying and a relief. A relief because who wants to watch their cat slink around and act pitiful? Only total jerks, that's who. And he's especially pitiful because he's so stupid, which makes me feel bad for him to start with. Annoying because, if he's going to be draining the ol' bank account, the least he could do is act sick so I can feel good about making him feel better. Which I do, anyway; I love the giant dumbass. It just seems absurd to be worried about a cat who is as radiantly handsome as Etrigan is.

    I did not know about the kitty wellness plans. That is awesome. I would reeeally like to get Smooch on one, because he's going to need it. He needs good dental care, he may become prone to sinus infections, and he will need to be monitored aggressively for kidney disease as well, because of his breed. All of that would be covered for a year for about what I'd pay for one round of screening plus a tooth cleaning. So I think I am a fan of Banfield now. I've been a couple times before and the vets there have always been really great, really competent, really patient, and do not talk down to me no matter what I am wearing or how disheveled I look. (Shut up. I just got out of bed.)

    So, as far as expenses, I'm thinking about either a sponsor-a-cat-for-a-month thing, though I am not sure what I would offer as a special incentive that I could turn out on a regular basis, or making and selling some stuff specially to pay for getting them both set up and getting the plans prepaid so that's off my back. Something to think about.

    We got him some new rattle mice, so I am going to go play with him for a while to make up for some of his Terrible Ordeal.

    Thank you again to those who pitched in. We are grateful for everything, even a dollar, because we love this big, dumb derp in spite of his empty head and chronic inability to snuggle or bury his poop. And Smooch and Fish love him too, and want their not-so-little friend to be around for a while yet.
  • naamah_darling: A very sweet-faced one-eyed Himalayan cat with a crooked jaw. (Smooch)
    2012-03-04 08:38 am

    I do not have an Etrigan icon. >:(

    Soooo, anyone have a cat with asthma who would like to talk to me about it? Like how much the treatment costs?

    'Cause asthma is what Etrigan has. He is not doing badly or anything, he just has heeking attacks from time to time. This has been going on for a while now, but it's been really intermittent and low-key, and just not troublesome. It's definitively not hairballs, it's just a dry, soft cough with no discernible trigger that we can find. Maybe litter dust. Maybe. But not activity.

    It's been slowly getting worse and more frequent, though, over the past week, and I am worried about the little asshole. He's not having labored breathing or anything, we've been monitoring that and his heart rate and making sure his gums are still pink and all that. He's just coughing, and sometimes I can tell he's uncomfortable. Otherwise he is insanely healthy; like cat-food commercial level of ridiculous, radiant good health. He has a better coat and better skin than any cat I've ever had (and the inside of his head is clean as a whistle). So at least there's that.

    We need to get him to a vet, but I can't do that at least until I finish and sell my next box. I'm on that, but it's not an overnight thing.

    I love the stupid, obnoxious, barf-eating little douchebag in spite of myself, and he is the glue that keeps our kitty civilization together. I don't want anything bad or scary to happen to him.

    Anyway. Wheezy kitties: who has 'em?
    naamah_darling: A very sweet-faced one-eyed Himalayan cat with a crooked jaw. (Smooch)
    2012-03-01 03:24 am

    Tulsa area homes for kittens needed; been spayed/neutered AND had shots!

    Another plea for help, but this one is furry and SO CUTE.

    Due to things being shitty for just about everyone at this point, a good friend of mine is having to move to a place where he can't take his two kittens.

    Six month old Siamese mixes, all shots, altered, snuggly.

    If you can take them, email Rob at imm_rama at hotmail. Otherwise, make people come look at these pictures! Seriously, holy crap, you guys, these little furballs are the cutest things!

    This is Dwezil. LOOK AT THIS FACE:

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    Total Casanova right there. OMG, so pretty! I would LOVE to take him myself. And I mean that. From his slightly floofy tail, he's going to have the kind of silky-soft mid-length bunny fur that Tazendra had, long fur that needs no real maintenance, but gratifies with every snorgle. Best of both worlds.

    And this is Moon Unit:

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    PRECIOUS. Complete heartbreaker, that one.

    Having seen many, many cats in my time, I can tell you that these guys will be stunning once they reach their full growth. I wish I could take them, and the only thing stopping me, money be damned, is the current level of inter-cat hostility already present in this house.

    According to my friend:

    They are Siamese mix kittens, a boy and a girl, litter mates, and they will be six months old on March 9th. They have been spayed and neutered and have had their shots through Spay OK. They are very affectionate lap-kitties and will make wonderful pets for good homes. I need to place them just as quickly as possible and would really appreciate any help you can give. I've attached their pictures and hope I can place them where they will be loved and well treated. IMG 0578 is Dwezil, he's the boy and is about average size for his age. I think he is going to be more of a long-hair with a long fluffy tail and a cute little beauty mark by his nose. IMG 0586 is Moon Unit. She is much smaller and has the typically Siamese short, sleek coat. Fortunately neither has the annoying Siamese meow. They are both very sweet.


    This is killin' me here! Could y'all spread the word? Oklahoma area people especially? This is a good friend in a rotten situation and I want to make this as not-sucktastic for him and his babies as I can.

    If you can help, email Rob at imm_rama at hotmail! Or you can email me at naamah at gmail, but all I can really do is forward it.
    naamah_darling: A very sweet-faced one-eyed Himalayan cat with a crooked jaw. (Smooch)
    2012-02-13 03:28 am

    Bundled up.

    A rhyme for you on this cold winter night:

    smoochmallow

    When singing songs of ugliness,
    Of smelliness and snuggliness,
    I feel obligated at this moment to remind you
    Of the most appalling beast I know:
    With breath like chum and goblin roe
    The sweaty yeti Smooch-mallow
    Who's standing right behind you.

    (Apologies to Shel Silverstein.)
    naamah_darling: A very sweet-faced one-eyed Himalayan cat with a crooked jaw. (Smooch)
    2012-02-05 04:54 pm

    His Majesty, King of Smooches

    Just a few pics which will hopefully make you laugh and brighten your day.

    Smooch Blue Towel

    He was asleep here, so this is not quite the face he makes when he's smiling, but it's pretty close. I get to see this every day. He is so silly-looking.

    Funny guy. )

    I just thought I would share. He makes me happy, so I thought I would let you laugh at him today like I get to laugh at him every day. He is such a serious little dude.

    I really need to write a post about Etrigan and what a train wreck of a cat he is. Oh my god. I just don't have pictures to document this because, frankly, I don't want to take them, and they would be too disgusting to post anyway.
    naamah_darling: A very sweet-faced one-eyed Himalayan cat with a crooked jaw. (Smooch)
    2012-01-29 10:10 pm

    So tasty!

    So I'm making this shrunken head for my dad's birthday, mostly made of Sculpey over a baby doll head.

    Last night we had people over to watch a movie, and there was food on the table. The not-quite-complete and not-yet-baked head was on the table too, because I forgot to move it. The cats kept getting up into the food, but didn't do any real damage. So we thought.

    This afternoon, Sargon pointed out that someone had taste-tested the shrunken head. And, indeed, it looks like somebody nibbled politely at the left ear. Not, like, enough to even swallow, just an experimental bite. Just, you know, in case it was not actually Sculpey, but some sort of meat-flavored marzipan.

    From the tooth pattern, it could only have been Smooch.

    Also, I have to say, if it had been Etrigan, it would have been a much larger bite.