Thursday,
July 3, 2008

TGIT

Beacuse it's now the three-day holiday weekend, yay! And my direct deposit finally kicked in so I even got paid, which is most excellent and will make the complex owners and our insurance company very happy.

Meanwhile, His Highness is schlumping around the place, and is currently grumpy and rather tender around the hindquarters (he's perched on the kitchen table and hissing if Jordan gets within 6 feet of him). He's also going back into the vet tomorrow at 9:30 AM for a followup, and my, I can imagine how much he's going to enjoy that. But on the plus side he hasn't thrown up, he's eating normally, there have been 4 or 5 large non-poo clumps in the litter tray and I can't feel an overextended bladder, so I hope this means he's peeing normally and his bladder is just irritated.

I hate it when he's sick because I feel so damn powerless -- you can't ask a cat where it hurts. And because I'm a control freak who feels responsible for everything, I hover over him like a stage mother, jumping at every vocalization, and feel like the worst cat mommy in the world. Granted, Lyndon did point out that we'd taken him to at least three different vets and none of them came up with a diagnosis of cystitis, so I really have no grounds for feeling guilty. The important thing is that we caught it in time and it's being treated.

And JJ's most certainly grooving on all the extra pettins and loving he's getting. Now if I can just convince him to start eating gooshyfood (this is the cat who loathes tuna and won't eat anything out of a can), that might help get a little more liquid into him. I did tell him Wednesday night that I wished I spoke Feline, because it would make all of this so much easier. Of course, then I would understand what Jordan was saying to me every morning, which probably consists of, "Mom? Mom? That big ball of light is in the sky, Mom! I can has chin scritches now, Mom? Mom? Moooooom?"

Yeah, not such a good idea.

Man, being a Tudor was depressing

Being a fan of Philippa Gregory's books The Other Boleyn Girl and The Boleyn Inheritance, I picked up the other three books in her Tudor line, The Constant Princess, The Virgin's Lover and The Queen's Fool.

I've just gotten through Constant Princess, and damn but it sucked to be royal in those days. Granted, this is historical fiction and doesn't necessarily reflect what actually happened, but Gregory is pretty good about doing research and hewing as closely as possible to the real details, and her Infanta Catalina is a bereft widow who decides that the only way to carry out her late husband's dreams for England is to deny that she ever had sex with him, claim that he was impotent, and marry his spoiled braggart of a brother Henry and have sons with him. Needless to say, we all know how well that turned out.

I also feel sort of sorry for Henry. He was both strictly controlled and spoiled rotten as a child by his formidable grandmother, and grew up thinking that he was the most spectacular prince in Christendom and he could do whatever he wanted. That sort of indulgence isn't good for anyone -- it REALLY isn't good when the person has life or death control over his subjects. Then he married a woman who only saw him as a way of bringing his brother's dreams to light, then married a woman who just wanted to be queen, and so on. Not that romantic marriage was prevalent among the nobility back then, but damn.

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