F5

The other day Glenwood rolled over the keyboard and a man's voice from my Mac started announcing every click I made.  ABOUT THIS MAC.  SAFARI.  ART.  I clicked frantically, trying to make it stop, but that only made the man frantic.  Turns out it's the Voiceover function, quickly turned off.  F5.  Glenwood is banned from the keyboard.

Dr. Ryan called:  she tested positive for staphylococcus aureus.  She's back on Baytril in her ear and I'll pick up an oral med today.  Timmy's getting five days of Baytril in the ear as he seems to have it too.  Amazing, really, that it's the first time he's caught something from her.

The Upside of Cleaning

I'm in nesting mode, trying to make all my stuff look like less stuff. That's how I trick myself into heavy cleaning. While emptying a bookshelf, I found one of Glenwood's lost toys. It's a silly tiny stuffed thing that was part of another toy, but she goes nuts for it.  Here she is, first toying with it then ultimately squishing it.  She sure shows it who's boss.

In the Front Row

I was test-driving a video sequence for a proposal when who should sit in front of me?  As someone who's watched countless movies with a head-shaped hole in them (I'm five feet tall), this was nothing new.  It was even more challenging because she wasn't sitting still.

I think Timmy may have what(ever) Glenwood has, as he's been scratching his ear and the skin above his eye is inflamed.  It could also be a heat-type rash; he's been making like a rug during these brutally hot days.  I'm keeping an eye on him.  When I get the results for Glenwood this week, I'll update Dr. Ryan on Big Timmy and see where we go from here.

Goo Flash

I dropped off an ear goo sample at Hope this morning.  It's been delayed a bit, but Glenwood is in no distress.  She was so lovey-dovey this morning I could barely leave the house.  I should know results in a couple of days.

Figured It Out

This peculiar arrangement of kitten and corner is not unusual.  I've been nervous of something in the wall (a mouse?) but last night Sherri and I, geniuses that we are, realized that Glenwood is confronting her .... shadow.  As she moved closer of course it grew larger until it became such an obvious threat she had to extinguish it.  And again.  And again.  So in addition to her first nickname (Smudge, bestowed by Sherri many moons ago), she has another.  Introducing Glenwood Smudge Shadow Sweibel.

Riley, November 1, 1999-July 10, 2009

When I started to type the title of this post, I thought today was the anniversary of Riley's death, but thanks to Blogger's autofilling, I see it was yesterday.  How is it that I so anticipated this anniversary then missed it?  And I felt like crap yesterday, so it seems my interior knowledge was acting up when my consciousness was postponing.  It's a way of getting off the hook without getting off the hook, or perhaps hanging myself on another.


I continue to feel sure that Glenwood's personality is imbued with Riley's spirit.  Here's an example of how these two (who never met, of course, to exchange ideas) handle a heat wave:

I think Timmy also misses that funny little girl.

Here's a couple more of her just because.

Rest in peace, Riley.

Peas in a Pod

Glenwood's culture came back negative, which Dr. Ryan found odd since we know she's got something growing in there.  So I've been put on swab duty and will get another sample this week and bring it in for a do-over.

Swabbed and Waiting, and Maury

Glenwood and I went back to the vet Saturday for them to dig some goo out of her ear for culturing.  No problem with goo collection.  We await results, with no evidence that this kitten is feeling anything but fabulous.

A few months ago I read about Maury in an Infinite Hope fund-raising publication.  A woman had found him after he was hit by a car as a kitten, and brought him in.  His back half was a mess.  I've never been able to ask Dr. Ryan about him because he was so young and fragile and hurt, and I just didn't want the words said.

So Glenwood and I are sitting in the Hope waiting room, where the adoption cages are, and a tech comes in to attend to a beautiful tabby who had emptied his litter box all over the floor.  She called him Maury, and I said "MAURY???  THAT Maury?"  Maury made it!  He is very soft and has square paws, like Riley.  He's a really nice cat.  The problem is that he leaks.  His nerves in the rear half are shot and his bathroom habits are not quite under his control.  In fact, they have to "express" him to make sure he does his business.  They've tried acupuncture and everything else, but this is probably how Maury is going to be.  Dr. Ryan said if she wins the lottery she is going to build him his own room.