Disaster Averted
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fatrockstarThe shifting crawlspace door was a wake-up call from the universe that the entire closet needed attention. After vacuuming and taking certain icky things to the backyard to hose them down I was able to lift the carpet cover and re-set it. I must have stepped on that door just right to get it to shift the way it did.
Grady is back to his old energy levels, and has decided that Ethan is the go-to guy for noms. Why? Because Ethan will feed Grady people food, that's why! I just discovered this last night as I walked in on him picking up his cereal bowl from the floor, with Grady licking his chops contentedly. Me, I just do kibble and that crap from a can -- what kind of two-leg am I if I can't share the good stuff?
Apparently Ethan and Grady have bonded during this period of unemployment and fatty liver recovery. I guess things could be worse.
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I'm pretty much out of a lot of the supplies to continue taking care of Grady's neck. It's been a long time since I've fed him through that tube regularly, and I'm constantly interrupting his attempts to scratch at it. I will go to the drugstore on my way home and restock, but I really can't wait until the tube is out and we can focus on just getting him closed up.
While it's really cute that he's so cooperative about getting his neck cleaned and redressed, it's a little disturbing to walk away when I'm done only to find him still sitting on the washing machine ten minutes later like he's waiting for permission. I say "down, Grady" and he responds with «are you sure?» Yes, I'm sure -- get down. «I don't really want to, it's a big drop...» Grady, down. «Oh, all right. [jumps down] I still think you missed something. Where's my skritches?»
This conversation and others like it happen all the time. He's very talkative.
Thursday morning we go back to see Dr. Vaughn. Maybe then we can make arrangements to have that tube removed.
Grady is back to his old energy levels, and has decided that Ethan is the go-to guy for noms. Why? Because Ethan will feed Grady people food, that's why! I just discovered this last night as I walked in on him picking up his cereal bowl from the floor, with Grady licking his chops contentedly. Me, I just do kibble and that crap from a can -- what kind of two-leg am I if I can't share the good stuff?
Apparently Ethan and Grady have bonded during this period of unemployment and fatty liver recovery. I guess things could be worse.
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I'm pretty much out of a lot of the supplies to continue taking care of Grady's neck. It's been a long time since I've fed him through that tube regularly, and I'm constantly interrupting his attempts to scratch at it. I will go to the drugstore on my way home and restock, but I really can't wait until the tube is out and we can focus on just getting him closed up.
While it's really cute that he's so cooperative about getting his neck cleaned and redressed, it's a little disturbing to walk away when I'm done only to find him still sitting on the washing machine ten minutes later like he's waiting for permission. I say "down, Grady" and he responds with «are you sure?» Yes, I'm sure -- get down. «I don't really want to, it's a big drop...» Grady, down. «Oh, all right. [jumps down] I still think you missed something. Where's my skritches?»
This conversation and others like it happen all the time. He's very talkative.
Thursday morning we go back to see Dr. Vaughn. Maybe then we can make arrangements to have that tube removed.
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25/8/09 21:28 (UTC)no subject
25/8/09 23:00 (UTC)Quick to take out, and usually no need for a wrap, but I'd watch him since he's a big scratcher!