- Sep 19, 2006
- Glendale, CATifornia
Same thoughts and actions here, just about parallel. I'm the same way with myself, partly because of costs and logistics but in larger part because of ideology/family beliefs. I wish my aspy self could know exactly how long and how much, so I could plan accordingly; but things change moment to moment, so I'm never relaxed on any of the above.It’s not like that vet never told me to see a dentist. I was just being stubborn about it (anxiety about cost and travel logistics—Aspy stuff!). I got her full medical record from this hospital to give to the dentist. I look it through it from time to time to match vet pictures with case notes. It’s an odd way to remain connected with her. I’m sad to see that her vets recommended a dentist several times before they told me they wouldn’t work in her mouth anymore and insisted on it. I wonder what kind of grief and bother I could have spared her had I listened the first time. This is why whenever I hear of a cat with a chronic dental condition, I recommend a dentist right off the bat to get proactive about it. Like I didn’t do.
Krista doesn’t need to daydream about the Windows Lock Screen. She had a plate of turkey pate just off the desk there. Probably because of her dental discomfort, I was feeding her wherever she would eat. I want to make a memory video of her eating pictures. I have even fed her in my closet. I also fed her in odd places to keep things interesting for her. I thought it must be monotonous to sleep and eat in the same places each day.
That's so great about making her meal times interesting. I keep my KUSC.org on from waking to TV time in the evening and my male roomie appreciates it so much -- he says it's like dining in a fine restaurant (with a crystal chandelier in a formal dining room with crown molding, no less!) so I guess that's making it more interesting for him, at least. Baby Su chooses to be in the master bedroom almost all the time, and Elvis spends a lot of time in there, too, so I moved both of their dining trays in there (partly to be away from my hyper and clumsy roomie who is in their former dining area in the breakfast room a lot during/after dinnertime) and sometimes Elvis cruises through the breakfast room kind of wistfully (and partly to have some crunchies and drink from the fountain).
That's a WIN lockscreen? Nice! I never see mine because I have my own photos up instead. They've been Tarifa pix since August 17th.
*Bat eared cat.*