Knock on Wood; A Quiet Day

[lydamorehouse]

This is an old picture of Ms. Ball hiding out in the fabric basket that Shawn uses for her rag rugs. I have more recent pics of her, but mostly they're of her sleeping and I wanted folks to see her awake (albeit sleepy.)

As my subject today says: knock on wood, it's been a quiet day.

Last night around 2 am, there was much crying again. It really did NOT seem as if the meds were helping and, in fact, they seemed almost as if they were making things worse. That 2 am Hell Poop^TM was... hellacious and so MUCH that I just sort of broke. I ended up staying awake from about 2 am until 4 am, anxiously cleaning the house (people who know me, know how BAD things have to be for me to find comfort in any kind of housework.)

I woke up to give her her meds and then went for another run to PetCo, because yesterday we found a great soupy food that she seemed to really, really love. So, I picked up more of those and more cans labeled "gravy lover." A side note about PetCo? I think I know why I stopped going there regularly. It's literally impossible to tell when they will be open. What do you mean, Lyda? Surely, their hours are posted on their website. Oh, yes, my friends, there are hours posted there, but THREE DAYS IN A ROW, THEY'VE BEEN WRONG. Yes, I am looking at the store that matched my location. It's just... I swear to god they post their hours this way: "Oh, Lyda wants to be here at 8 am and our website says we'll be open then, let's open at 9 am! Now it's Sunday and she's double checked that you'll be open at 9 am? HA! We will open at 10!" I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS PERSONAL AND THEY HATE ME.

If I had remembered to bring my phone with me, I would have taken a picture of the hours posted on the door, because those seem to actually be accurate.

Anyway, I digress.

After much sobbing last night, I was steeled for another rough day.

Yet... so far, so good. We had one Hell Poop^TM around noon, but nothing since. I am moderately hopeful that she will make it until some ungodly hour again tonight. Ideally, of course, she'll go even longer, but Murphy's Law predicts somewhere in the middle of the night. Possibly just as I've entered the most restful sleep cycle, because sleep? What's sleep?

However, I've been able to relax enough today to make not only dinner, but lunch, too.  If things proceed like this, our household may be back to its regularly scheduled three squares a day.  

Wacky, right? 

Who knows, if things continue this way I might actually be able to only mention the cat's health in passing and actually write about other things again.