can't talk, indexing

[freckles_and_doubt]

indexindexindex. Now on the last chapter, which should give me the next four or five days to rationalise, reshuffle and double-check before the deadline kicks in. I am completely amazed by how much I've enjoyed this indexing lark, it's a lovely fit to the vague, organic wanderings which characterise my brain in its quest for order.

On the downside, the house is not a happy working environment right now, on account of the atmosphere of icy, implacable hatred. I packed the three cats into boxes this morning and lugged them off to the vet for their annual checkup, a process accompanied by a loud, uncoordinated and indignant chorus most trying to my semi-musical ear. I'm a bit worried that the Evil Landlord is away this weekend, there's a small but real chance that he might come back on Sunday to discover that the cats, working in concert for the first time ever, have buried me in the garden in retribution. I shall have to sleep with a loaded catnip-toy next to my bed.

Have a lovely time at HBD, all you SCA types. I'm a bit wistful, but even if I wasn't on hiatus I'd be too busy with the indexing to go, so I suppose it's all for the best.

X-Files update: into the final season. Dogget still growing on me, he's just so basically decent! Reyes is not quite as irritating as she was, but I still want to feed her to a giant lizard at intervals. And Adam Baldwin is still around, for my Firefly-flashback pleasure. This weekend's problem, of course, is whether being alone in the house will make it impossible to watch X-Files of an evening. I do get very jumpy.

Last Night I Dreamed: I took up a three-year post teaching English and acting as an advisor to a creative writing class at a university in Mumbai. Lovely campus, with a giant flight of steps curiously similar to those of my Cherished Institution.

Comments

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

Implacable hatred from cats usually lasts about an hour. Less if you have tasty fish.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Depends on the cat. Golux: three days. Todal: forgets it about three seconds after coming out of the catbox. Ounce: has moved from "miffed" to "traumatised" and keeps wandering into my study and meeping plaintively and accusingly. ("You made me feel all baaaaaad!")

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

Ounce is clearly angling for more food in compensation.

[tngr-spacecadet.livejournal.com]

Adam Baldwin is my favourite character in Chuck.

Taking my parrot for his most recent 6-monthly vet visit resulted in me being thoroughly bitten, once I had got him home. Usually he makes rude noises at the vet and that's about it. At least he gets willingly into his travelling cage because it mostly means a trip to Betty's Bay.

Bird vets

[first-fallen.livejournal.com]

Did you take him to Dr Nischke? He's lovely :).

Re: Bird vets

[tngr-spacecadet.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course, who else :) He is such a character. It is also quite an interesting experience sitting his waiting room. There are usually 4 to 5 assorted parrots with their owners, and one person with a dog looking vaguely confused.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear. Bitey pets are embarrassing. Fish always used to try and bite the vet. On the whole I'll take cats over birds, mostly they just whinge and struggle, and the scratching is more or less incidental and without malice.

My mother once had to take the turkeys to the vet. They had scaly leg disease. Strange Vignettes From My Childhood, part the umpteenth.

[(Anonymous)]

Today was annual check-up for my two as well. (Actually a bit early, but we had hired a van for the weekend, and it's much easier to get cats to vet by van than on foot/bus, so...) Their worst fears came true: they went to the vet (who turned out to be an old schoolfriend of Beloved's, but anyway) and *one of them didn't come back*.

Harvey, who has kidney problems and has been on hunger strike for 4 days out of sheer stroppiness, which has aggravated the kidneys, is on a drip for two days. By Wednesday he should be coming back home. Hopefully.

*looks worried*
scroob

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Eep! so sorry to hear that you have an ill kitty. Even if he is ill from, by the sounds of it, sheer bloody-mindedness. It's a bit of an endemic risk, for cats. I hope he's all sorted out quickly.

[(Anonymous)]

Update: Harvey is apparently doing much better and has agreed to resume eating. I'll collect him tonight. One hopes Jemima will stop looking quite so freaked out when he comes home.