Chaos, discord, disharmony
I was listening to some old Motorhead and having my morning coffee whey Kat goes, “Is this Lemmy?”. Expecting a request to turn it off, I confirm. “I actually kind of like listening to him.”, she says.
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The metalization has begun to work its toxic magic…
Even if friendships never cease, they always go through changes. I’m going through exactly this now.
A number of folks I’ve hung out with for the past year or so are kind of going off in different directions. While I’m sad that this marks the end of an era, I’m happy for them that they’re making changes that while painful, are also beneficial.
Naturally this marks a similar occasion for me too. I’ve decided that I’m going to pursue a couple opportunities to hang out with some old friends that I haven’t hung out with in too long. I suppose its all good, I’m not exactly hard to find.
I’m getting settled in with the new blog. I’ve decided to rework my old image galleries. A work in progress is here. It’ll flesh out over the next week or so as I add more old stuff.
Today was awesome. Kat and I spent the afternoon at the park. I love the warm weather. Its been too long coming.
Beauty is home. She’s a little tender down there still, but she’s essentially all healed up and no more cone. She got her rabies vaccination, so she’s been a little under the weather.
Its really nice to have her home and intact.
In unrelated news, my new journal is coming along nicely. I have openId working so if you have a livejournal account (for instance) you can login with the url to your journal and my blog will trust livejournal to vouch that you are who you say you are. Also, as evidenced by this, crossposting works.
I’m getting used to the stuff wordpress can do. Its a pretty robust blogging platform. I’m getting things tweaked the way I want them and configuring things, but I feel that I have things in a state that I’m comfortable letting friends see the work in progress. I’m not %100 happy with the colors yet, but in time I will be. I’m looking forward to being able to use things like scriptaculous on my blog.
The next big thing I want to add is an rss aggregation page. I’ll probably just write a client side javascript rss aggregator and be done with it.
The adjustment is going well, I think. I’ve been finding new stuff to eat. Today I found a nice wrap full of falafel, hummus, feta cheese and hot peppers on the menu. It totally hit the spot.
That said I’m falling into a rhythm of veggie wraps, wheat bread, veggie burgers, yogurt and soy milk. I need to up my protein intake a little bit. I’ve augmented iron with supplements. I’m not sure, but I think I feel different. Slightly better perhaps. This is probably the longest I’ve gone without giving up, so I’m encouraged that I feel no urge to eat meat. Nor do I avoid places that make it. I kind of stepped around the whole problem I was having before where I’d crave chicken or beef and feel like I had to resist the urge. Then again, it hasn’t exactly been that long. I guess We’ll see.
I’m probably moving this journal to a wordpress blog. Expect breakage while I cut over. I’ll probably knock it out over the weekend. In a perfect world, nobody will notice much of a difference.
I’ve realized my new choice in diet is actually going to help me to continue shedding my winter fat. The gut is less prominent. This pleases me.
As I’d hoped Beauty really bounced back quickly. She’s healing fast and clean. Every day I check out her belly and every day there’s less bruising, the cut is less severe and I can see her skin mending.
She’ll have a nasty scar, but for the most part her fur will hide it just fine. She looks up at me with such trust, it just knocks the wind out of me. She knows she doesn’t understand everything thats going on, but she also knows that she trusts me. Its very apparent that she thinks and feels and she cares.
Another thing I’ve been thinking about is this.
Once upon a time about a couple of days ago, Kat had to take Snowbear & Zsa Zsa to the vet for their annual checkup. Zsa put up with it. Trips to the vet are old hat for her. But, Showbear had an arm-flailing-four-alarm-pants-on-fire shit fit. She screamed herself hoarse, she drooled uncontrollably. She engaged 4 wheel drive and attempted to take off. She emitted… well… the stench of death.
Unbeknownst to me, but knownst to Snowbear, cats have these 2 anal glands… Normally they’re about as interesting as an appendix and don’t really do anything. However, when a cat is really stressed and thinks they’re in mortal danger they can sometimes squeeze and a little aroma of hell comes out. Evidently smelling like a flying bloodyhead death monkey was at some point a survival tactic somewhere in Snowbear’s family tree.
Poor Snowbear saw what happened to Beauty and thought we were taking her to be cut up. She remembered and reasoned. She was inconsolable and scared. Its a shame she would think that, but I’m sure she has no idea what cancer is. To her, what happened to Beauty must seem completely random and a little scary. However, this act of reason and intelligence really punched me in the groin. I’m not even sure exactly why. Maybe I feel guilty she didn’t trust us more? Maybe its my proof that animals are far more intelligent than I give them credit for?
More and more I have to admit to myself that I know I’m doing the wrong thing by continuing to indulge in my carnivorous habits. So now its down to knowing and acting. More and more I’m beginning to think that the end of the road is almost here for me & meat. Talk’s cheap tho. However, today marks day 2 of no meat. The dairy aspect will be a little more tricky, but one step at a time.
Battle kittty is healing nicely. Her spirits are improved and she’s getting around a little on her own.
Last night marked the first time she came out of her cage for an extended period of time. When she got tired she wound up going back in on her own, but she’s rebounding nicely.
Thank you all for your support through this. I think I’ve done the right thing. Hopefully I’ll hear back from the vet soon and have a name to give this entire ordeal.