Mortaine’s Blog

In honor of last night’s Angel nipple-age, I made this userpic.

What? You mean you didn’t catch the nipple-age? John did– you can’t flash a naked boobie across a television fast enough for him to miss it, let me tell ya. I had to rewind and watch it in slow-mo on the TiVo to see what he was talking about.

Here’s a clue: the werewolf sleeps naked, and puppet-Angel woke her up at the end of the episode to talk.

I am still home, still sick.

Worse, the hot water heater person is coming today to fix the hot water heater that was improperly installed or defective. Whatever– we spent $500 on installation for that sucker (I know– we’re the suckers), I have no intention of paying anything more for it.

Sigh.

I’m supposed to weigh in today, but since I’m not going to work, I’m not in Milpitas. If I want to weigh, I’ll have to go to Capitola at 5:30. Sigh. Or I can just skip it and wait till Friday or Saturday.

Sometime today, I should go exchange the claddagh ring John gave me for Valentine’s Day– it’s a size too large, and I have till Monday to exchange it.

Plus there’s all the dishes to clean and the kitchen to clean up…..

But mostly, I just want to take some drugs and crawl back into bed and sleep for 6 more hours or until I feel better.

The cat seems to be doing much better, by the way. So at least I don’t have to deal with that today, though I need to run a load of laundry for the things that got nasty when he was sick last night.

I’m sure someone else will make one by the time I get the video equipment hooked up, but I’m planning to make a “I’ve got a LOT of demon in me!” userpic of little puppet guy to share with you, if you want it.

Not to be outdone, my wonderful cat decided that tonight would be a good night to get sick.

As in, diarrhea.

Which stuck.

To his tail.

Um.

Have I mentioned that John is helpless when it comes to nasty stinky things? He is. This is one of My Jobs, just like Checking Out Scary Noises At Night is his job.

Ugh.

Bless him, though, John managed to lock the cat in the bathroom while I did clean-up in the kitchen and den. I then got supplies and joined the cat in the bathroom, where he was not thrilled. I started with simple wipe-ups on his tail (which was like a brown paintbrush– Allegro’s a black cat) with the paper towel. When that proved ineffective, I filled the sink with warm water and shampoo and dunked a washcloth in it for a more thorough scrubbing. Finally, I put a towel on the counter, picked the cat up, dropped him on the towel, pressed down hard on his shoulders, and shoved his tail and rear into the sink.

This had the intended effect of getting soapy water on his ass, and generally rinsing the liquid crap off his tail and rear.

A quick scrub with the washcloth, and I let him go. Fortunately for me, Allegro is not a vindictive cat, and just jumped off the counter and stood at the door, meowing to get out (if I’d know it could be this easy to bathe a cat, I would have done it a long time ago). I towel-dried him and let him go, staying behind to do the room clean-up (remember that brown paintbrush effect?)

I’m still amazed that I haven’t needed a blood transfusion. In fact, he didn’t even take a single swipe at me. Good kitty. Sick kitty, but *good* kitty.

Oh, and have I mentioned that he’s still trained to jump up onto his perch for his medication? Today I started teaching him to turn around so I can reach his mouth easier.