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This is Bear.
He's an American Eskimo Dog.
Hence why he's named Bear, as in Polar Bear.
His birthday is October 15th, 2003.
That makes him 7 and a half years old.
Ma and I adopted him from the Cocheco Valley Humane Society the day before Easter.
Hence why he is Bear the Easter Pup.

So now our fur babies consist of Buddy the Birthday Kitty and Bear the Easter Pup. I think my life is complete now. Bear was 12 years in the making. As in, it took me 12 years to find a home where I was allowed to have a dog and those same 12 years to get my mom to say yes. Haha. But now I have a dog and I'm SO happy!!!!

As for Buddy, he's still a tad weary of the "big" Bear, but mostly he's fine with the new addition. Bear, on the other hand, ignores Buddy for the most part. Although he now sniffs Buddy if Buddy comes up and sniffs at his nose. It's cute. They get along well and there have been absolutely no fights which is great! :-D

One awesome thing about Bear is that he's house trained. He also knows sit, down and roll over. But I've started clicker training him so maybe he could become my service dog one day. But who knows if he'll get that far. I'd at least like him trained well enough that I don't have to drag him away from a squirrel. He sees one and he won't move. It's kind of funny because he's 27.5 pounds (a few lbs overweight) and he's hard to move when he spots one of those little critters!

Another thing: he doesn't smell! I mean, yeah, okay, he's got a distinct scent. But he doesn't have that gross dog smell. He actually reminds me of the way my aunt's dog used to smell. His eyes are brown like hers were and if you just look at his face, you almost see her in it. Maybe that's how he worked his way into my heart.

The story is, Ma and I found 3 dogs on the CVHS's website and pet finder listing that we liked. Their names were Lois Lane, Chubbs, and Jelly Bean. Well, when we got there they told us that Chubbs and Jelly Bean had been adopted. Sad for us but good for them. Then they told us that Lois Lane was in a foster home so she wasn't even at the shelter. But we talked to her foster dad and we found out her personality was too independent and therefore not what I was looking for. So we looked thru the kennels. The second to last kennel held Bear whose name was Seuss at the time.

Apparently he'd been found as a stray but the shelter was convinced he'd been someone's pet because he's got a summer cut and he's house-trained. But anyway! There he was sprawled on his bed with these soulful brown eyes, just watching. When I knelt down and talked to him, he came over and stuck his nose thru the chain link to sniff my finger. It was love at first sight really.

He wasn't what we'd gone there for, but he's what we left with and I couldn't be happier. Plus, Eskie's can live on average up to 15 years. So he's basically middle-aged for his breed, even tho vets consider dogs/cats seniors at age 7.

But I must go now. It's time for Bear's last pee break before bed. Oh! Also it's great that I have a quern size bed since he takes up one whole side with the way he sprawls! LOL

Goodnight Lovers!

amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Buddy the Birthday Kitty
and the newest member, Bear the Easter Pup ♥

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My mom pisses me off so badly right now. She treats me like I'm five and not TWENTY-FIVE. She said I could get a psychiatric service dog but only because the waiting list is 3 - 5 years and she expects one of our animals to die before then. But it's not like we can afford the 3 - 6,ooo dollars it takes to get one. So really there's no possibility of that happening. Also, my fucking guinea pig gets on my nerves more and more each day. He won't let me handle him and I adopted him on March 8th. When I tried to hold him just now he bit my nipple and broke the skin through the fucking shirt.

I'd rather have rats or a chihuahua. Especially a chihuahua because Mufin is thinking of breeding her dog with the neighbor's dog and she gets pick of the litter. She's already told me that I could have one if it was alright with my mom. But it'll never be alright with my mom.

Then Monday night I decided to host my own early sprints because [livejournal.com profile] hanficsprints has fucked around with the schedule AGAIN and now I can only sprint, like, one a week. So I was telling my friend on twitter about how I didn't know what to do without the sprints. She asked me if that meant I couldn't write and I told her that sprinting wasn't just about writing, it was about socializing too and now I don't have that. So [livejournal.com profile] prettyzombiegrl interupts our conversation saything they're STILL hosting sprints it's just at a later time (midnight) and that I'm lucky I can make it to one because other people couldn't make it at all. So I told her to stop using her baby as an excuse to keep putting the time further back. This is what she had to say to me.....

RENEE P: OK you stupid bitch back the fuck off and keep my daughter out of this!!! I haven't called you a damn thing, but now that we're on the subject lose some fucking weight!!! I stopped talking when you said leave it and I dropped it... (which she didn't do, she actually tweeted me some more... oh and this is an IM) If you ever had a kid, lord help us! You'll understand but until you get up off  of your ass and start doing something with your life you have no room to bitch about something I FUCKING STARTED!!!

ME: your daughter is always your fucking excuse for everything. It's not like there aren't other people in your house that could help you.

RENEE P: actually there aren't. Rance has a lot of shit going on, my mom goes to bed early and everyone else works. You don't know me or my life or what the fuck is going on with it.

ME: and no, I'll never have kids becasue I know how fucking hard it is and I have the worst genes in the world and I'm on medicine for the rest of my life that could KILL any baby I have so fuck you.

RENEE P: I have taken time out of my fucking life to host sprints for OTHER people and you have to ruin shit

ME: then put your kid to bed earlier!

RENEE P: hahah ok amanda sucks to be you. go kill yourself.


So you know what I did? I cried my eyes out for about five minutes. Then I crept downstairs and took around 60 sleeping pills at about 1:00o'clock in the morning. At 7am my mom came to get me to do my final urine collection and she noticed she couldn't wake me. Then she noticed the bottle of pills downstairs was empty. She called 9-1-1 and well, I don't really know what happened. I just remember coming home and flopping down on the couch. It'd been so long since I'd taken the pills they couldn't pump my stomach or make me drink charcoal. I guess they told my mom to let me just sleep it off.

Well, today is Wednesday and I'm still walking around like a drunk sailor and things (like the computer screen) are still pretty blury. I have more typos now that I've had in my entire life. I wish I would have died and I wish that my mom had gotten on the phone with Renee and bitched her out for what she'd done to me.

And oh, by the way, I'm not fat because I want to. I took medication that made me balloon from 127 to 150 in four weeks. Every since then my wait keeps going up and up and there's really nothing I can do. I eat right because of my cholesterol, but eating healthy doesn't work. I need to start working out on my wii but it's still in the living room and not in the basement where it's nice and cool.

Also, because I pissed off [livejournal.com profile] prettyzombiegrl AND [livejournal.com profile] mizzc I got deleted from the hanficsprints community! WTF is up with that?! No one else has a problem with me as far as I know. And also, as far as I know, they didn't discuss it with anyone else about deleting me. So I added myself back because it's OPEN MEMBERSHIP! So a big FUCK YOU to them.

That's it....... for now.
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So I interrupted my writing to write this journal post. I felt the need to make an update on life for a change.

So last week I had a horrible fight with [livejournal.com profile] prettyzombiegrl. It sucked hardcore and I was miserable, as I'm sure she was too. But we worked it out eventually and things are great now. I'm so glad because she's one of my bestest intraweb friends. It also shows how far I've come since I was a teenager. When I was a teen, if we'd had this fight, I probably would have told her to fuck off and never spoken to her again. So in a way, it was nice to have a big blow up and be able to work it out. It makes me feel more like an adult and I like that. Although, I wish I could have felt that way without having to have a fight like that. But it doesn't matter now cuz we're all good =D

And just when I'm starting to feel really good emotionally, I start to feel really bad physically. I've got kidney stones apparently. They hurt like you wouldn't believe! This morning when I woke up, my entire back hurt. I thought I was dying. Luckily I have percocets to help with that. Two years ago when I got them, it took me six days to pass them. So this started on Saturday... If it takes me as long as it did last time, I'll feel better by Friday. Now I can't wait for Friday to come around. lol. But I felt so bad yesterday I had to cancel my therapy appointment b/c sitting up for too long makes me hurt. It's like, laying down makes it settle so it doesn't hurt. Then when I sit up and start moving around, it makes the stones move around and hurt. So, like, showering sucks. Even sitting at my laptop sucks. But I've been sitting up since 11:30am and I'm not out of my mind with pain, just a tad bit sore, so I'm loving it :)

Last night I told my mom that I wanted to get guinea pigs this week. She said no because this week is soooo crazy, but maybe next week. I'm so excited although she says I can only get one piggie. Mom said she was reading something and that getting them in pairs only makes them live longer so she doesn't think it's necessary to get two. I'm okay with that. But I told her that with rats you HAVE to get at least two because rats become neurotic if they don't have at least one cage-mate. But we're not getting rats, so that doesn't really matter to us. I still need to do a little research on what types of fresh veggies they can eat. Guinea pigs, like us, don't produce their own vitamin c, they have to get it from supplements or the food they eat. On one website the woman's g-pigs wouldn't drink their water if she put vitamin c drops in it and I actually read somewhere that it doesn't work as well in their water anyway. Also, just getting one means I don't have to get another bigger cage. The one I have will work fine as long as I give the piggie plenty of out-of-cage time. Which is something I'm definitely looking forward too. And in the warm months I can take it outside.... as long as I get it a harness & leash (which you can get specifically for g-pigs) or a critter play-pen. Anyway, that's something I'm really looking forward to.

Another thing I've done is figured out what to do with my birthday money my grandma sent me. Lion Brand Yarn was having a sale on this knitting needle kit. You get straight AND circular needles in sizes 2 - 15. Plus you get 4 different length cables for your circular needles. And they all come in a travel case. It's usually $90 for the whole thing. But the sale price was only $59.95! Plus, because I live in the US of A I got FREE shipping!!!! You know how I love that free shipping. lol. Since my grandma gave me $25 for my birthday, that means this $90 case of needles really only cost me $34.95. Can you say BARGAIN? Also, two nights ago I ordered a t-shirt from the Chapbros because their store is going out of buisness on March 11th. They said they don't have enough time to run it the way they'd like it to be run. So for a little less than $40 (including shipping) I got a black t-shirt that has "LBC" going down the side and on the back it sez "I've Got Your Back" and there's a picture of Leland B. Chapman.... As in Leland from Dog the Bounty Hunter! I'm so excited! I can't wait for it to get here!

So emotionally I'm doing really well even though I feel so painful at times. But really, the pain only bugs me when it hurts wicked bad and I'm trying to sleep and can't get comfortable. That's when I dig out the heavy duty pain killers. lol. All in all life is good right now. I'm having fun writing and I'm knitting a hat for charity, major karma points there :) And of course I love knitting so I'm killing two birds with one stone: doing something I love while making something for someone that needs something. Ya know? And I love the mental health providers I'm working with. Lene and Sheila are great! I miss Marisa, but Sheila is pretty awesome. And Lene is so cool. It's funny because we kind of have the same personality, except she's not all anxious and depressed and what-not. She's got the good parts of me in her. It's cool because we make the same kind of jokes and she gets the whole being able to go to concerts thing even though just going shopping can cause an anxiety attack. She's the first one to completely get it. Others have gotten it, but not to the point that she does.

What I'm really trying to say is that life is great right now. I'm happy. I'm having a great time writing and knitting and sprinting with my [livejournal.com profile] hanficsprints girls. Life is good and I hope it lasts until the sun gets here because once the sun comes out, I'm WAY less depressed =D
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Shit. Utter shit. Complete and utter shit. I can't believe I'm even crying over this. But it makes me feel like shit. I try to do things that are positive, to make myself feel better. To bring some positivity in to my life. To not be so depressed. But whatever I try, I fail hardcore. When [livejournal.com profile] hanficsprints posted that in honor of the Olympics they'd be doing the Hanfic Sprints Olympics I was psyched... that is, until I saw what time it starts. It starts at 11pm tonight. I go to BED at eleven. There are going to be challenges and medals and prizes and what-not. All really cool and fun things that I don't get to enjoy. And it's not just tonight. It's most nights that they hold the sprints. I can really only enjoy the sprints on Friday b/c that is the only night I stay up past 11 and then it's only until midnight. I've finally gotten some sleeping pills that work really well and I take it an hour before bed. But if I make myself stay up any later, the pill doesn't work at all. Which sucks beyond belief b/c I hardly get any sleep. It especially sucks when I have to leave the house at 3:30 in the afternoon. I know, you're thinking, why's that so bad? But it is. I'm soooooo not a morning person. I'm not one of those people that can wake up and jump in the shower right away. I have to be up a few hours before I can do it. And that's if I'm able to do it at all considering this is the time of year I get depressed b/c it's coming up on the anniversaries of Emilie's and Paul's deaths. So hence why I'm crying over something so stupid to begin with. And probably because I'm also PMS-ing.

When I asked why the sprints have to start so late I got 3 reasons. She does the late night sprints and the others do the "early" nights. One night it starts at 10 which is NOT early and the other starts at 8, which IS early. Then she says the second reason she has to host sprints so late is because of her baby b/c her baby doesn't go to bed until 11 and she can't host before that. That makes sense to me. But than why oh why would you host on a Monday? Well apparently the answer to THAT question is that it makes sense to do it late on Mondays is because it gives people a chance to relax after work and/or school before doing the sprints. Well, hello! If people work, doesn't that mean they can't stay up late on Mondays b/c they gotta get up early Tuesday moring to go to work?! It's like, WTF? And yes, doing late sprints on Fridays isn't unusual because people generally stay up later on Fridays. But FRIDAY is the day they start at 8 (hosted by someone else) and then she takes over for late night sprints! Like WTF? MONDAYS should be the day they start at 8. It would be more fair. And I just.... UGH!

No matter what I do everything is shit. My mom finally tells me that she'd be willing to ask a rescue if we could take home some guinea pigs on a trial basis to see if Buddy would be able to deal with them and I've found the PERFECT ones being fostered by Mainely Rat Rescue. But she hasn't even talked to the fucking landlord (who's been here all weekend) to see if we can even HAVE g-pigs! So, like, I got my fucking hopes up for nothing. My mom isn't the one that's supposed to do that. That's my dad's job. He's the one that always gets my hopes up and then kicks them to the curb. And Mom won't even tell me if she'll talk to the landlord about it. So again I say W. T. F.

I feel like complete and utter shit right now. And I feel like the way my question at [livejournal.com profile] hanficsprints was answered was kind of like she was just blowing it off like it didn't matter much. I hate my life so fucking much.

I just want it all to STOP!!!!


This feels very clicky to me. Like, everyone that does the Hanfic Sprints all know each other from some JSOR whatchamacallit. Who the fuck even knows what it is. I'm the only outsider. I'm the only one that writes hancest. I think I'm the only one that even writes slash. And srsly, when do they ever read and/or comment on any of my stories? I mean, I write things other than slash, I write Het and I've even written some Original fic that's a het pairing. But I don't even know where to look for any of their stuff. So I guess it's all tit for tat or whatever. And it's not like I can start my own sprinting group because, hey, guess what? I have no friends. I was trying to make friends with them, but I don't even know half their names unless it's in their screen name. and I just.... I just want to scream and yell and break things and slash my arms all over. And no, it's not just because of this stupid sprinting shit. It's just life. The sprinting thing is just the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. I'm trying really hard to not just curl up in a ball and bawl my fucking eyes out. I just have this horrible fucking black cloud hanging over my head and it won't fucking go away. I just... I hate everything and everyone right now.

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So I haven't really posted about this except for on Twitter and Facebook. But lets face it, I haven't had a real livejournal post in quite a while. That's probably b/c of having the swine and working on NaNoWriMo and knitting a sweater for Operation Santa.

Anyway, Buddy the Birthday Kitty started having bathroom issues last week. He would squat in different corners in the house trying to pee. He had an appointment at the vet's two days later for his annual check-up and shots. But because he was squatting like this, we decided to call the vet and see if he could be seen sooner. So we took him in that night, which was Tuesday last week. After a night in the hospital to get a urine sample, they decided he didn't have a UTI. He has what is called FLUTD, which stands for Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease. There are a bunch of other names for it too, but this is the one I remember.

Basically the symptoms are the same as a UTI; pain and the constant urge to go even when you don't, but it's not an infection. FLUTD is a chronic condition that has to be dealt with for the cat's entire life. My mom's all pissed b/c all of the three cats we've had have had major health issues. Luckily tho, Buddy's issue is VERY easy to deal with and lets us have a kitty shopping spree ;D

What you have to do to make symptoms better is firstly give pain medication while his symptoms are happening. But the thing that helps him the most is fluid intake, which is actually hard when it comes to cats. As a human, when we get UTI's we just drink a helluva lot of cranberry juice with our antibiotics. The thing with cats is that you can't make them drink. There's just no way. The best way for them to get regular fluids is to feed them canned food. Which is way healthier for them than dry food anyway, which I'll explain a little later. Also what you can do is buy them a water fountain. They're crazy expensive, but they really do make cats want to drink more. It's proven. Friends and family have actual personal experience with it. So we'll be ordering him one ASAP. We found one on Walmart.com that is awesome that you don't need to buy filters for twenty-four-seven.

So while at the vet's we got Buddy two cans of two different kinds of prescription cat food for urinary tract health. He only liked one of the foods. So my mom went to pick some food up on Monday and they were all out. That really pissed her off b/c she called them six hours beforehand and told them she was coming to pick it up and paid for it and everything! Luckily, he doesn't necessarily need the prescription food. He just needs some canned food. It's more about the moisture intake than anything. So Mom and I trekked it down to Petco to get him some food. We found some by Friskies that was actually for urinary tract health. There were three flavors so we got two of each.

Turns out, Buddy doesn't like ANY of them!!!! Mom was freaking out b/c the stores only carry, like, 2 canned foods that are for urinary health. The rest are all HARD FOOD, which is completely frickin stupid. But then I reminded Mom that the vet said as long as they get canned food it doesn't matter too much, altho it's slightly better to have the urinary tract kind. But really, any canned food will do as long as they eat it. So we're going back to Petco tonight to return the unopened cans and get Buddy some Science Diet wet food. They fed him the hard kind of Science Diet when he was at the shelter and we were feeding it to him too, so we know he likes it. We hope that since he liked that brand of hard food, he'll also like their canned food. So we're keeping our fingers crossed.

Now, as to why it's better for a cat to eat canned food. Basically the vet told us that as far as dogs are concerned, you can actually turn your dog vegetarian and it's no problem. They can live off the dry food without an issue. Cats on the other hand cannot. They can tolerate hard food, but they have to have meat in their diet. Hard food is made with a ton of carbohydrates to help make it into the little pellets. Cats aren't made to eat a lot of carbs. She said that cats are basically the epitome of the Atkins Diet. lol. Basically the cat's body runs the best on a high protein low carb diet. So canned food is basically all protein b/c it's actual meat. Hence why it is soooo much better for them.

To prove a point, since Buddy started eating his canned food he has all but stopped begging for food. He's been begging the past couple of days though b/c he hasn't liked the food we've been giving him, therefore he hasn't really been eating it and we've had to give him more hard food... which doesn't fill him up b/c of the carbs. It also makes him more hungry b/c of the carbs. But on the canned food (that he likes and eats) he'll be sleeping on the couch and I'll be working on Nanowrimo and all of a sudden it's 6:15 and I haven't fed him dinner and he hasn't made a sound about it! But as soon as I ask him if he wants to eat, he gets up and goes trotting out to the kitchen :) It's really nice to have him not beg for his food all the time. And I think it makes him happier.

So yes, this is my Buddy update. Now I must go shower b/c I have my social worker coming over in one hour and then she's taking me to see my new therapist for the first time. I need to get my ass in gear!
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So my mom and I have come to an agreement of sorts with the whole pet issue. She told me what I could and could not have...... that is, if she decides I can have one. Right now it's a maybe. But here's the list....

YES: hamster, gerbil, guinea pig, turtle, hermit crab
NO: cats, dogs, rats, snakes, birds, sugar gliders
MAYBE: leopard gecko, rabbit

So of course I took my options and did a little research. I crossed hamsters off my list because I've had them before and they're not big people animals. So I looked into guinea pigs and gerbils. Guinea pigs are quite interesting. They are very social animals that love their people once they get to know you. That was definitely a plus. But I'm pretty sure we don't have enough room for an appropriate sized cage. So I crossed them off the list. Then I looked into gerbils and fell in love ♥

Basically (in my opinion) gerbils are pretty similar to rats =D Gerbils are easily taken care of and are diurnal; which means they sleep at night and are active during the day. I think that makes it easier on the bonding process, ya know to be on the same kind of schedule. Like rats they are also happier and healthier in a pair or group. I'm also quite sure I've convinced Mom that we have to get two if we get them. Gerbils are a lot smaller than rats. They are about four inches in body length plus about four inches of tail. In my research I even checked on how to decipher between males and females to be on the safe side. If we're going to get two we need to make sure there won't be any little babies. Gerbils can have six at a time and I think one article said they've even been known to have up to eleven.

There's probably more I should and could read. I should probably check out the American Gerbil Society website again and check something other than breeders :p I'm also going to try very hard not to constantly bug my mom about getting them. She told me earlier not to pressure her or it's definitely a no. But she knows me and knows I'll have to check in with her once in. While to make sure she doesn't forget haha

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I would just like to say that it pisses me off when people want to breed their animals when so many people can't afford to keep their animals because of this economy. It especially pisses me off when they want to do it just to get it out of his system before we get him fixed. WTF?!?! animals are not people in the way that having sex is emotional and sharing your love. It's just breeding and a means of survival. It's also stupid to advertise wanting to breed your dog on a site that specifically says NO ANIMAL BREEDING.

People are fucking stupid.

/end rant

P.S. I've said before that if I got a gecko I'd like to breed it. But that is more out of an educational standpoint, not for selling. And I'm not sure I'd even do that.

I know, I sound like a hypocrit.

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Because I'm obsessed with Craigs List and obsessed with finding a pet that Buddy can get along with that my mom would approve of and that is a very human social creature.

During this quest I found a family giving away one of their ferrets away for free. It has a few behavior problems that I think with time could be resolved. Like he plays too rough and is not fully litter trained no matter what they do. Have they not read up on ferrets? Some of them will go ion whatever corner they want as long as their food and bedding is far away. Sometimes you need more than one litter box. These people are giving it away for free b/c the person they adopted it from said if it didn't work out, she'd take it back. But now she won't answer their calls.

I looked up a bunch of stuff on ferrets they're very sociable creatures that love humans and, believe it or not, dogs and cats. Apparently they get along better with them than other rodents b/c their wild ancestors used to hunt small rodents like mice. You still have to supervise play time between ferrets and cats/dogs cuz any of the three can get rough.

Because I have a big heart, want what I can't have, am crazy or all of the above, I'm desperate to get my mom's permission to bring this little guy into our home. He wouldn't really be caged much since I'm home all day. Sometimes I go for a half hour walk on Wednesdays but that's about it during the week. And I'm sure if I went to visit the neighbors they'd love to have another animal roaming the house. Plus you can take them outside on harnesses and leads and they're very trainable.

I don't know what these people will do if they can't find a home for it. They sound kinda desperate. I've always wanted to do something like this for a living. Rescue animals. Train animals. Just be around animals. This sounds like it's be a good experience for me. Plus piling on the animals could help my BP. But more importantly I could help this ferret who they think was neglected by it's first owner.

Now I have to figure out a way to get my mom to be okay with it. I could always do what I did with my mouse and she could come home one day to find him here but that's too disrespectful for a 24 year old to do. But on the other hand I am 24 years old. I think she should give me a little credit for something. I mean maybe getting this ferret could lead to a ferret rescue orginization or, the more hated by people, breeding. Maybe I could make a career out of it. Who knows. Well I'll never know unless she gives me a chance. Also, I'm going to have tons more money when I quit smoking completely. I mean I already have a little more since smoking one pack takes 2 - 3 days now and I should be all quitted in about two weeks.

My hopes are stppid tho. She'll never say yes in a million years. The only reason I got buddy was because Logan was was just as much my mom's cat as she was mine and my mom wanted a new cat too. If she had been over the whole cat thing I wouldn't have gotten Buddy. My mom is sooooo stubborn. Now I know where I got it.

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Seems Buddy is doing better today. He's eating and drinking again and having no bathroom problems... That we can see anyway. Also he's cuddly again. It seems like he just had some sort of 24-hour bug. Or it was something he ate. We're not sure. I'm just glad I don't have to clean up any more accidents. If you know what I mean.

We'll probably still have to take him to the vets to have his chin looked at, but at least it won't be the emergency vets where they over charge you.

Also, thanks for your concern for Buddy. He appreciated it :)

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So you probably don't want to know this, but Buddy is having diarreah. I know, that's a little TMI. But it's kind of horrible. He pottied all over the back room where his litter box is. Not sure why he didn't do it *IN* the box, but nonetheless. It really sucks b/c I have to check his nether region every time he comes out of the litter box room and then sometimes I have to wipe it. Can you say EW?

Anyway. It's not just upsetting b/c it's gross. It's also upsetting b/c I know my mom won't put up with a poop-disabled cat. She also won't put up with a cat that has to go to the vet's every other week. I'm hoping he just has a food allergy or something and it can be fixed easily. We were already going to make an appointment with the vet b/c of his chin. It looks like he has some kind of rash or something. His chin used to be white with a dot of gold. Now it's turning black from dried blood. He just keeps scratching it, altho I've never really seen him do it and it gets all scabby and bloody. I try to wash it, but it's all stuck in his fur. Plus, washing it isn't going to make it better. To make it better, we need to know what it is and how to treat it. I'm just hoping it's not mange (sp?). It's something that dogs get but I don't know about cats. Mange is actually mites. I guess most dogs (and cats?) have them, but it only becomes a probably if they have an immune issue or there are too many.

My point is: I don't want to get rid of my cat. Of course all of this doesn't mean that that will happen. But it could and it scares me. I don't need to lose another cat right now. Two in just a couple of months? No thank you.

*sigh* this sucks.

Also, my mom left me home with her baby-sitting charge. She went to the pharmacy and then she's going grocery shopping. Anyway, I guess I'm going to go back to typing up Puppy Love. So yeah..... That's my life in a nutshell right now.

Peace. Love. Fingers Crossed.
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I'd just like you all to know that Buddy is NOT crazy.

Off and on Buddy has been sitting, staring into a certain corner of the room. At first we wondered if there was a bug over there but we couldn't find one. Then we thought maybe he was doing it to be close to the radiator because we have steam heat and maybe it was making his stuffy nose feel better.

Last night at about 11 we noticed Buddy in the corner. I finally decided to get down on the floor with him and inspect. Turns out Buddy isn't crazy. I found a shit-load of ants crawling around! Mom got out the bug spray and went to work. But we couldn't find where they were coming from, which seriously frustrated my mom. All I could do was laugh and say, At least we know Buddy isn't crazy.

While my mom found the ants frustrating, I found the situation highly amusing. If it weren't for Buddy, I would have probably been as annoyed as my mom.

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Buddy is doing sooooooo much better!

At noon time I gave Buddy a steam. He was very good about it. He sat in my lap the whole time and never once cried. When we were done, I put down some hard food for him while I got his wet food ready. He actually ate some hard food, which was very exciting. Then as I was mashing up his wet food, he came over and sat at my feet. He could obviously smell it. When I set the plate on the floor he again ate. He didn't eat a whole lot between the two, but it was more than what he's eaten in the past few days. He hasn't gone back to sleep yet. He just moved next to me on the couch and is grooming. He also sounds like he's breathing better while grooming. I'm very excited because this means he won't have to go to the vet's today. But my mom might call them just to let them know he's doing so much better.

I guess I won't be calling him "Snuffy" much longer. :D I can't help being so happy for my little Buddy.

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So Buddy isn't really eating or drinking. The only time we can get him to do any of it is after doing a 15 minute steam treatment in the bathroom. Also the vet told us we should probably get Buddy a vaporizer. Things are so weird. I'm just scared that his upper respitory thing has turned into pneumona or something. That maybe he'll have the same fate as the Bitch Kitty, the one who came before Buddy. I'm kind of scared because my mom said no more pets after Buddy, he has cost us too much $$$. Seriously, I want a dog next. One that isn't ever sick. But that won't happen because we always wind up with the sickly ones.

As for writing, I've posted chapter four of my Hanfic Genre Challenge story. I've also started on chapter five, which I hope to have up tomorrow some time. And then it'll be on to six. That should be up before the deadline. Plus, I don't think I have a whole lot more to write but maybe I'm wrong. I dunno. I want to at least be qualified to be voted upon.

Also, I'm still working on Mike's birthday scarf. I worked on it between writing and posting today. But at least I got that baby blanket done. And my knitting project that I'll be doing after Mike's scarf is this really awesome patch-work like baby blanket. I have to make two of them. My sister's having twins and I've got plenty of time to work on them. Especially once I get Mike's scarf done and finish my hgc fic.

I have almost enough $$$ to buy the laptop at Staples that's seriously on sale this week. If you include the wireless router with the computer, I have enough that my mom will only have to pay 150$ at the most. And if I somehow miraculously [sp?] get my Xmas money AND my birthday money from my dad, then my mom would on end up paying, like, 20$. I'm not holding my breath about my dad. But whatever.

I'm either going to sleep right now orrrr I'm going to write. But I'm not sure if I could stay awake for that.

So goodnight everyone ♥

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Buddy just took a steam with me.

I hang my bathrobe on the over-the-door towel rack when I shower. Buddy hid behind my bathrobe the whole time with just his head sticking out, even though I had brought his blankie in with us. He behaved very well. He only started crying five seconds before I was to get out.

Once I let him out of the bathroom, he kept coming and going, visiting me while I dried off. Now he's laying on the back of the couch looking out the window. I think the steaming helped. He sneezed a few times after he was let out of the bathroom. But I can still hear the snot in his nose. Oh well. At least he got two steams today. One with my mom and one with me. Maybe later tonight I'll sit with him in the bathroom with the shower running on hot, hot, hot. Get it nice and steamy in there.

Okay, now I'm actually going to write.


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Last night I finished the baby blanket for my cousin Dorene's baby shower. It came out really good. But it has now disappeared because my mom wanted to wash it. But it's awesome and I'm glad it's done.

Buddy was doing soooooo much better but now he's doing worse. You can actually hear the snot in his nose when he breathes. And if you put your ear to his body, you can hear him wheezing. My mom just called the vet and she said we have to shower with him, as a steam treatment. Also, we have to get him some wet food because he can smell it better. When cats have stuffy noses and can't smell, they won't eat. We've noticed Buddy is eating less so now it's time for wet food. The vet said if he isn't better by Friday, he needs to be seen again. My mom's kinda pissed that we ended up with such a sick cat. But I know she wouldn't trade him for the world.

Last but not least, now that I have the baby blanket done, I can continue with my Hanfic Genre Challenge story. I need to finish chapter four, write five and six and have them all posted by Monday at 11:59pm. I think I can do it. If not, I won't be in the running to get voted on. :( So, ya know, I really want to get it done.

That is it for now. I need to get writing. Wish me luck.

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So Buddy has been taking his medicine twice a day since, I think, Wednesday. He's actually very good at taking it. He likes his antibiotics. I think he likes the taste. It smells good at least. But he doesn't really like his eye ointment aka his eye goop. Although his eyes aren't bright red anymore. I think he's doing much better. He's a little more active and isn't sleeping as much during the day. I really believe he's feeling better. And his sneezes aren't so snotty anymore so it seems his upper respitory thing is clearing up too. I'm very happy with this.

On another note, I might get a laptop today. Not quite sure though. There's a good deal on a Compaq Presario at Staples. I think it's the only laptop I've seen with 4 gb of RAM that's under five or six hundred dollars. But it's a wicked sale. You get $250 off instantly and a $30 easy rebate. In the end with all the money off, it's only about $400, which is nice. I think I have about half of that and my mom told me that she'd pay whatever was left over. So I'm crossing my fingers.

Also, I need to get writig on my hgc fic. And I think that's all for now. Hope everyone's having a good Presidents Day.

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[EDIT: I was trying to post this sometime after midnight last night but LJ was doing maintainence (sp?) so I'm posting it now..... Ya know, if it feels like working]

So I just found out today that my mom and I are going shopping for some new toys, litter box, litter, cat food and all those nice essentials. My birthday is Saturday and we're going to the Concord-Merrimack County SPCA to adopt a cat! For my birthday!!!!

I can't wait for Saturday! There's an 11 - 12 month old kitty named Buddy. He's the cutest kitty ever! My sister's cats are Jake and Junior b/c they look like twins, but Jake is bigger and older. So the reason I interrupted myself is this: Buddy could be their long lost brother. So now between my older sister Jessica and me, we'll have Jake, Junior and Buddy aka Junior Jr. LOL tho I shouldn't get my hopes up. We're still going to have to be approved for adoption. AND we have to make sure Buddy is the right guy for us. But I'm sure he will be.

*sigh* I just hope everything works out. I whope that if Buddy is a good match and they approve us on the spot, that when Saturday afternoon comes we'll be bringing home my new home alone companion. I miss having the company of a kitty when I'm here by myself. I miss having a little fur ball wake me up in the morning. I miss listening to the battle cry of late night hunts.

I can' wait till my birthday! It's gonna be a good one this year. I can feel it. I'm sure of it.

Bedtime now. I hope to have chapter 03 of Collide posted sometime later today. Sleep well little flisters ♥

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So yesterday most of the country had a wicked snow / ice storm. I, of course, had two appointments scheduled. Luckily both people called and canceled. One of them is a weekly appointment that we're just skipping this week and will be back in swing for next week at our regularly scheduled time. But the other was rescheduled for today at 4:30. I already have an appointment at 2:00. But my therapist told me that if any of her appointments after my med check (at 2) were canceled, she'd slip me in so I didn't have to go back and forth to Riverbend. She said she'd just tell my nurse if the appointment changed, so I won't know till I get there the first time. But it would be definitely nice if her 2:30 canceled so I can go right from my med check to my counseling appointment. But knowing my luck it won't happen. O_o

On a better note, I've been looking at craigslist.org to find a cat. I've found a whole huge list of ones I liked. But there's one I really like, even without a picture. It's described as a blue bi-colored Snowshoe, male, very affectionate. EXACTLY what I'm looking for in a cat. I looked up the Snowshoe breed in this cat book I have and Snowshoes are the cutest! They're a cross between a Siamese and a Birman, and a Birman is close in looks to a Ragdoll! It's so cool. Anyway..... I told my mom that my birthday is in almost a week and I want a cat for my birthday. Her response was something like, Now that's something I can do. So hopefully I'll be getting a cat soon. Then maybe I won't be so lonely in my house by myself. It'd be nice.

I just want you all to know, that this is not me not caring about Logan. But we knew when she was about a year old that she might have a shorter life span b/c she had a pretty moderate heart murmur; although that is not what took her out. We lost our other cat three years ago this April. For the past two years I have wanted to get another cat for Logan to be friends with. When we lost MnM, Logan started having bad separation anxiety. We could go to the neighbors' for just an hour and when we got home she'd just meow and meow and meow and not leave us alone, which was bad b/c she never liked to get picked up or petted much so when you tried to do that, bad things happened, if you get my drift (ie: biting). But it was worse after MnM died. I think it's b/c we got Logan when she was 8 weeks old. She went right from living with her littermates to living with MnM for 7 and a half years. I think it was traumatic for her. Also, I watched Logan be put to sleep. It was almost like instant closer. And I think 9 years of worrying that I'd wake up one day to find her dead from her heart condition sort of helped me prepare. Like I always knew I wouldn't have long with her. I still miss her and sometimes still look for her. Last week when Mom & Mike dropped me off after our dinner out, I came in the house, took off my shoes & coat and put my keys away and then went to call out "Baby!" only to realize that if I did, Logan wouldn't come running. So yeah, it still sucks, it will always suck, but I need someone to keep me company and someone I can love and heal my broken heart.

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So I think I'm ready to post about this, but I'm not sure. I'm going to try.

On Wednesday, January 14th, I noticed Logan (my cat aka the Bitch Kitty) was doing something weird with her neck. She couldn't lift her head up. It was like her chin was stuck to her chest. I noticed this at, like, 10:30 in the morning, but I figured if I told my mom she would just have said to wait till she got home and she could look at her. So when my mom called at 3:15 to ask if I wanted to run errands with her I told her about Logan. I also told her that Logan looked sad but her neck didn't hurt and she could move it from side to side.

So Mom came home and we went on our errands. When we got back I showed Mom Logan's issue. She decided to call our vet and see if it was possible for a cat to get a stiff neck. We called Russell Animal Hospital and they told us to bring Logan to CAVES (capital area veterinary emergency services) right then; it could NOT wait till morning. She probably had a chemical imbalance and cats deteriorate fast. So we packed Logan up into her cat carrier, which was weird in itself b/c after hiding once under the bed, me getting her and trying (unsuccessfully) to get her in her cage, she went into my mom's room (the bed she always hides under), went around the corner of her bed and just flopped down. She didn't even struggle when I picked her up. This was not my kitty. So we eventually get her in the cage, which she goes into willingly, and we're off to CAVES.

When we get to the animal ER they take us right in to Exam 1. They weigh Logan and take her temperature, which she just laid there for. The only other time I've seen a cat do that was when MnM had the kitty flu and had been puking for hours. They found out that Logan was REALLY dehydrated. They also found out that she had full range of motion in her neck, but she just couldn't move it on her own, which pointed to low potassium b/c the potassium is what makes your muscles work. So they did blood work. They actually put a IV catheter in her. They also did a urine sample. The only things that the tests showed was that Logan's potassium was almost non-existent, she had tons of glucose in her urine, but her blood glucose was within the normal range. Also, the tests were basically inconclusive to WHY all of this was happening.

Five hours and 400$ later, we decided to euthanize Logan. They brought her in for her last goodbyes. All I could think is that this was not my kitty. She just laid there under the towel they had given her. The fact that she was under the towel was the only thing that really reminded me of her. She's always been cold-blooded and has loved to be under blankets. But she just laid there. Normally when she's at the vets' she's on her best behavior, all friendly-like, and loves to explore the counters, jumping from one to the other. But she was just laying there, not moving. In the five hours we'd been there, she'd gotten worse and the vet didn't think she'd even make it through the night, that we were probably doing what was best.

Mom didn't want to be in the room when they injected her, but she stayed b/c I wanted to be there. I wanted to be there b/c I hadn't with our other cat and I'd always regretted it, 3 years of regret. Also, Logan has really bad separation anxiety when it comes to me. I didn't want to just walk out of the room like that. She'd already had a panic attack when they were doing her blood. I actually heard her cry, but Mom said it wasn't her.....until the dr came in and told us she had a panic attack, then I think she believed me.

Anyway. Logan was so sick by that point I don't think she even got the full injection before she was gone. I could tell by her eyes. The light really does go out.

What was even worse, is that when we got home there was a message from my grandmother saying that she was coming down b/c Nani, her best friend who is like another grandmother to me, was in the hospital with heart failure: fluid around the heart. Now, you may think that some people get through it after they drain the fluid, right? Well, there's something you should know about Nani. She's 91 years old. I'm freaking out b/c I can't take another death this week. Not like this. Especially not her.

I'm so sad right now and I have to freakin go to the GI today. I don't want to, but I have to. They're hard to get in to see. *sigh*

I hope all my Flisters are doing better than me.
*huggles to all*


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