"Never get a cat."

[sab]

Here's some observations.

1. To LA-area folks. Have you heard this radio commercial for Mike Diamond Plumbing? Where they promise the plumber will show up on time and smell good? And/or the commercial riffs on smelling various plumbers to make sure they're not stinky? Is this a thing, now? Are angry homeowners calling to complain about the way their visiting plumbers smell? I can't imagine ever, in any circumstance, calling anywhere to complain about the smell of another human being. Much less the smell of a human being who's snaking my septic tank. I am FLUMMOXED.

2. And Edith is losing her hair. She's patchy, a little, she has one patch near her tail, on her back, and one patch on her chest, and two little ones on the top of her head. The Internet seems to think it's stress-related compulsive grooming, and she DOES smack her head a lot with her feet. Should I be worried? Note: I cannot afford a vet at the moment, especially since the Water and Power people came and harangued me this morning for the THREE HUNDRED THIRTY DOLLARS I owe him, so the answer to the Edith question must be either a) "I'm sure she's fine," or b) "I'm a vet, here's what you should do for under ten bucks."

3. To Do: DS9 ficathon, Mary Sue novel (done, because I rock), Jed/Leo, Paris/Kim, wish there were Voyager seasons beyond S2 torrented somewhere. Meanwhile, selenak comes home in two days. Be STILL MY NARN HEART!

Comments

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Lesion! Edith has a lesion now too, on her side, where it's easy for her tongue to reach. All the other patches are harder to reach so they're just soft bald spots. I feel so bad for her, I keep hugging her and kissing her on her little bald head but she's having none of it. Just screaming and licking, screaming and licking.

Edith wants to be a lapdog too, you see. It's pure chance she's a cat, and she's not thrilled about that at all, except for the bird-eating part.

[pene.livejournal.com]

we had Muffy at our place with stress related I miss my mother scratching and licking. the vet gave her antibiotic things and iodine to put on the lesions - looks ugly but stops them getting infected. but she didn't really get better until the stress was gone.

trying to think like Edith... does she have enough socks to disguise the food bowls? is Furb trying to eat before she gets to? has Furb stopped loving her? does she get enough throwing about?

[wearemany.livejournal.com]

G is trying to think like Ed! i find this way too amusing.

anyway, the cat of my last house was totally a self-destructive teenage girl with the being left alone and how by her momma and how it correlated to her licking holes in her side. first she'd lick off the fur, and then she'd keep licking until it was bloody and awful. she was acting out in a serious way. if she could have slammed something, she would have.