My Cat, On Prozac: Part Deux!

So as we truck along with drugging the cat per the vets advice I have noticed quite a few fun side effects but most recently I’ve noticed his Giant, global looking eyeballs. It’s like all of a sudden he is seeing the world differently, and finds it surprising…

Here is a visual reenactment:

My Cat… On Prozac…

Kitty went to the vet again since he supposedly has Kidney failure…

He’s been ripping apart doors, floors, and peeing everywhere but in his litter box, and I’d finally had enough!

I took him, this time, up to the university where our vet school in nationally awarded. Turns out he’s fine! He’s just anxious and depressed.

“Here. Give him these.” They said.

“What are ‘these’?”

“… well … Prozac. That cat needs something.” All the while she staring at me bleary eyed as they had kept Chandler overnight for testing. I could tell he must have drove them as nuts as me…

I took kitty home and forced a half of a pill down his throat and this is a re-enactment of the following 48 hours of his life…

Life is good now.

 



♥ The Weekend Adventures of Chandler Bing ♥

“Mommy, I’m not scared of heights,” he says…

I say, “Mr. Bing, I know.”

♥

“Mommy, but I like the cat grass,” he says…

I say, “Mr. Bing, I can see that. You killed it.”

♥

“Mommy, I want a nap,” he says.

“Thank Goodness,” I say.

♥

“Mommy, Chandler Bing is an idiot…”

“I know, Mr. Wee. I know…” I sigh.

♥

Tedious Tuesday: Cat Surgery, New Books, and Final Edits…

Yes, today is the day I get to pick up my now toothless cat from the vet.

I tried to find a pick of a toothless cat to get an idea of what this little guy is going to look like. This above pic was the best I could find, and I’ll admit, I did chuckle.

I used to call Chandler ‘Count Catula’ because his front teeth were so BIG.

Now I will be calling him ‘Gum Ball.’

He’ll have to eat the pate canned food from now on, not like that’s such a bummer for him. He loves that stuff! But boy, does it make him gassy, ha ha.

 

New Books

I’m very excited to finally own a copy of Shiver. I’ve ben looking for this book in a store nearby for a while. I know I could have just ordered it, but I’m weird like that.

I still haven’t finished Beautiful Creatures (it’s been over a month now) but I swear I will. I got hung up doing the final edits of Knight Angels and then reading my friends Annette and Brenda’s books.

I know it’s probably old news at this point, but I’m still so excited!!

Final Edits

My final edits are taking longer than I originally antisipated, luckily the deadline is later than I thought! I’m reviewing my copy at the moment, adding and subtracting to be sure there’s enough suspense. I love suspense!

I think you are all going to pleasantly surprised by this book. If you were a big fan of Feather, just you wait. This is Feather times four…

Ahhhh!!! I can’t hardly wait for the Review Copies to get to the reviewers. I just have to know what others think!

That Peep Can Edit! And Mr. Chan Sees the Doctor…

Can he ever!

 

I finally starting the editing process today, fixing all the things my lovely, talented editor found! I got 1-50 of 200 pages done, with a finishing date of next Monday (My Birthday!). But that is sadly not all. Then it goes through a ‘story line’ edit to be sure all things are where they should be, and all twists go accordingly. I’m very exhausted. 50 pages takes about four hours of staring back and forth – old, new, and change. The only thing that gets me through is coffee and peeps.

and laughing at this picture!

Mr. Chan Visits the Doctor

(not my cat)

Mr. Chan, a.k.a. Chandler my cat, went to the vet today for the first time in three years. He’s always had relatively bad breath, but recently it’s gotten really bad. Sadly, I found out that he has an autoimmune disease that is trying to reject his teeth. I guess this is why they are SO long. Seriously, his K-9’s are like vampire teeth. I always called him Count Catula, now it seems I’m going to be calling him Gummy Bear! He has to get ALL his teeth removed – poor guy!

Did NOT like the thermometer up his bum, either…

Or the ‘Kitty AIDS’ test…