And That Was My Weekend
What do you keep by your bedside?
You might want to reconsider.
See, the Object and I have a lamp on either side of our bed, a stack of books, some extra blankets, a few Nalgenes (we'll get to that) and well, a bottle of For-When-the-Mood-Strikes-Us.
Now, Kitty has this little game he likes to play. It's called, "Hey humans, pay attention to me!" While it's pretty much his favorite game to play, I actually don't like it that much and will go to great lengths to ignore it, especially when he plays the Nocturnal Creature variation of it. And so Kitty has developed an even more fun game, called, "Hey humans, if you don't pay attention to me, I will be naughty!" In playing this game, he has developed a penchant for delicately tipping over liquid filled containers. The Object went through three martini glasses before he figured out that no open containers shall be left unattended so long as Kitty is alive. We keep our drinks with us, or in a Nalgene.
This is what we have been reduced to.
You'd think I'd have this game figured out by now. But no, we left out the bottle of For-When-the-Mood-Strikes-Us. Kitty decided to play his little game of it, and to his delight, discovered that the bottle was open, and its contents spilled out all over the floor. Ever the helper, Kitty decided to lap it all up, and then spent the better part of Caturday in an alcohol sodden coma (isopropyl=rubbing alcohol) at the emergency vet.
A few thousand dollars, some active charcoal, and an i.v. drip later, everyone is fine.
But let this be a lesson to all of you, because there is no look more scolding than the one the vet gives you when you explain that you inadvertently poisoned your favorite furry companion with lube.
You might want to reconsider.
See, the Object and I have a lamp on either side of our bed, a stack of books, some extra blankets, a few Nalgenes (we'll get to that) and well, a bottle of For-When-the-Mood-Strikes-Us.
Now, Kitty has this little game he likes to play. It's called, "Hey humans, pay attention to me!" While it's pretty much his favorite game to play, I actually don't like it that much and will go to great lengths to ignore it, especially when he plays the Nocturnal Creature variation of it. And so Kitty has developed an even more fun game, called, "Hey humans, if you don't pay attention to me, I will be naughty!" In playing this game, he has developed a penchant for delicately tipping over liquid filled containers. The Object went through three martini glasses before he figured out that no open containers shall be left unattended so long as Kitty is alive. We keep our drinks with us, or in a Nalgene.
This is what we have been reduced to.
You'd think I'd have this game figured out by now. But no, we left out the bottle of For-When-the-Mood-Strikes-Us. Kitty decided to play his little game of it, and to his delight, discovered that the bottle was open, and its contents spilled out all over the floor. Ever the helper, Kitty decided to lap it all up, and then spent the better part of Caturday in an alcohol sodden coma (isopropyl=rubbing alcohol) at the emergency vet.
A few thousand dollars, some active charcoal, and an i.v. drip later, everyone is fine.
But let this be a lesson to all of you, because there is no look more scolding than the one the vet gives you when you explain that you inadvertently poisoned your favorite furry companion with lube.
posted by The Goo at 9:27 AM
1 Comments:
Ooohhh...now that sounds like NOT such a fun weekend at all. Sorry about all of that....we don't have anything nice out at all because with these three, you're screwed! Hell, we can't even have trash cans that aren't solid steel of my unmentionable lady goodies of the month are strewn about the house. Glad kitty is OK!
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