Ziggy and Tibby's Big AdventureZigra and Tibby's tutoring went just fine. This morning I managed to capture Zigra without too much trouble, but this alerted Tibby to the fact that something was up, and he hid under the bed, where I can't reach him. But after ten minutes of me wiggling the "tail on a stick" toy, he was lured out, and quickly shoved into a carrier. (All while I was doing the wiggling, Zigra was yowling and Jet was trying to break him out of his prison, since Jet is quite fond of Zigra.) Anyway, I got them to the vet's okay, and then learned of the advances that veterinary science has made in what I had previously thought was a fairly simple procedure. For instance, for an extra (substantial) fee, the vet could do a full pre-surgery blood work up for each kitten. And kitty EKGs. I could even get them an anesthesia upgrade (instead of the shot, which could leave them dopey after the operation, they could have gas, which would leave them perky, refreshed, and looking years younger). I refused all these extras, since the kittens are young and healthy, and since I didn't want a $45 (per cat) procedure to end up costing me more than what my car is worth. However, I did opt for the supplemental pain medication (individual syringes containing a small amount of a clear, tasty gel which they are supposed to get every 8 hours). While Zigra and Tibby run away from me when they see the syringes, obviously fearing that I'm trying to hook them on heroin, Jet Jaguar, who was prescribed this same medication (in a less convenient form) after his tooth was mysteriously broken, follows me around when I get out the stuff, trying to score a hit. ("Come on, man," he pleads, "I just need a little fix. I'm good for it, man.") And speaking of Jet, while he was so concerned about the kittens (and my nefarious plans for them) this morning, he's been growling and hissing at them ever since I brought them home this afternoon. (Either they smell funny now, or he claimed their stuff in their absence, and he doesn't want to have to give it back.) I tried rubbing them with catnip, and while they enjoyed this (they experience a 'nip freakout as soon as they get that first whiff), it hasn't caused Jet to warm up to them yet. This state of affair is rather distressing to Zigra, who adores Jet. I'm hoping that by later today, the vet smell has worn off, and Jet will stop emulating Cain. Oh, and despite all that talk about how the injected anesthetic could leave the kittens dopey for hours, they seemed fine the minute I brought them home. Sure, I had a few nervous minutes when they seemed a little unsteady as they perched over the aquarium, getting their first homecoming drink of fish water, but nobody fell in the tank, so my fears were needless. And even though the vet tech said they probably wouldn't want anything to eat for hours, they quickly demanded canned food, which they consumed ravenously, all the while reminding me that I had hid their food last night, and they had nearly starved to death. Oh, and while they ran from me and hid in the basement when I first brought them home (realizing, correctly, that the whole tutoring thing was my fault), they've since forgiven me (the food helped). Zigra is currently sleeping on my lap (since Jet won't let him snuggle up with him, he has to settle for me), and it seems that all is forgiven. At least, until the pain med wears off. 1:55:04 AM  |
Who Said It? And Why?To make things easier, I'm going to give you a list of Wingnuts, from which today's Mystery Guests were selected. However, not everybody on this list has a quote here today (hey, like the Bible says, "Many are called to be Wingnuts, but few are chosen by World O'Crap. For verily, it takes a tough man to make a tender chicken").
And to make things a little harder, I'm not going to give you any context. YOU have to say which topic o' the day our friends were discussing. (If you don't know, guess: it's a chance for you to be creative!) So, here are our crop of Mystery Guests. Name them if you can. Describe what they're yammering about if you dare. 1. Hint: "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" is one of this guy's favorite movies; one of his favorite fantasies is being the Clint Eastwood character, and smoking a cigar, wearing a serape, and blowing away all the people who made fun of him, starting with little Suzy McCaffrey, who didn't give him a Valentine in third grade.
2. Hint: This Mystery Guest went on the "The O'Reilly Factor" to explain that he actually hates gays as much as any Christian, despite what some people (people who should be his friends) have been saying about him.
3. Hint: This quotation is taken from a column entitled "What's next . . .
4. This Mystery Guest once told a group of Berkley students that we needed somebody to put rat poison in President Bush's creme brulee. The head of the Secret Service stated that this comment was just a joke, and while he wouldn't go around urging people to kill the President, since the remark was in a comedy context, it was perfectly acceptable.
5. Last week this columnist wrote that, "Looking good is not just a means of attracting a mate. Indeed, it becomes more important once the marriage ceremony is over, for if you’re following Christian teaching, that’s when you finally get to do more than just looking." So, he's clearly an expert on sex, and you should heed his words.
6. This Mystery Guest's bio indicates that he has written a book which is "a great read for young and old, families, churches and corporations who wish to excel."
7. Hint: "A long-time member of Mensa, the high IQ society, [MG] was a National Merit Scholar Finalist." She also fights crime.
Okay, those are our Mystery Guests. Open your books and start work ... NOW! 12:15:56 AM |
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