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Sep. 18th, 2020 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thetimesink Travel is cancelled. Between the heat and the air quality pretty much all of our travel plans are backed up for a while. Shelley was going to take a trip to the coast with one of her girlfriends; that was shot when the temperature over there was projected to be in the 90s. ...and since there's no air conditioning where she'd be staying? Yeah, that wouldn't work for an MS patient. ..and we also have to lay out safe bathroom stops along the way as we did for a Sacto run a few months back.
Heat grows and the records fall. Today is the first morning that we've been able to open the windows and let the house blow out a little bit! What with the heat and the smoke we've just had to keep the windows closed and run the AC. That's a PIA, as the over night low has been in the 70s; two weeks ago the night time low was in the 80s with the high here about 114. That is better than Los Angeles at 121; even the coastal region due west of us was at 120 the same day. How that can be less than a mile from the ocean is a mind boggler. ...but it's going to feel good to be able to go workout in a few minutes without an N95 strapped on.
The three-legged cat hops. I hadn't lost my mind totally when I wrote that line: in the midst of all this, one of the outside cats didn't show for a day or two; when he did he was looking kind of worse for wear and wouldn't put weight on one of his hind legs. A trip to the vet and an x-ray showed that his right femur was absolutely shattered. Yeah, no other external injuries or marks (which pretty much takes away the idea of getting hit by a car). What went on we don't know, but since his leg wasn't repairable he ended up losing it. So he hops around. I threw together a feeding system (pallet wood!) for him since he had to wear a cone for a couple of weeks; I also set up a large enclosure in the living room so he and the inside cats could get acclimated to each other (they'd only seen one another through windows, and my "kitten" is an alpha). One concern was that since he'd be "hopping", that could be interpreted as an injury and that can set off hunter instincts in the other cats. That has since been resolved for the most part. The Mark II version of the feeder had a scratching post on it; I'm taking it down now but keeping it around as this won't be the last time we have a cat-with-cone. ...and I'm folding back the living room cage one panel at a time so he can still have a safe place to go while still giving him a sense of security. Now that everyone is settled I'll take a photo of him on Shelley's lap getting petted at night. ....or more likely a picture of him and the two kittens in stalking mode with him (he gives as good as he gets).
(Yes, if you're going to come back as a cat, you should do it at our place.)
Heat grows and the records fall. Today is the first morning that we've been able to open the windows and let the house blow out a little bit! What with the heat and the smoke we've just had to keep the windows closed and run the AC. That's a PIA, as the over night low has been in the 70s; two weeks ago the night time low was in the 80s with the high here about 114. That is better than Los Angeles at 121; even the coastal region due west of us was at 120 the same day. How that can be less than a mile from the ocean is a mind boggler. ...but it's going to feel good to be able to go workout in a few minutes without an N95 strapped on.
The three-legged cat hops. I hadn't lost my mind totally when I wrote that line: in the midst of all this, one of the outside cats didn't show for a day or two; when he did he was looking kind of worse for wear and wouldn't put weight on one of his hind legs. A trip to the vet and an x-ray showed that his right femur was absolutely shattered. Yeah, no other external injuries or marks (which pretty much takes away the idea of getting hit by a car). What went on we don't know, but since his leg wasn't repairable he ended up losing it. So he hops around. I threw together a feeding system (pallet wood!) for him since he had to wear a cone for a couple of weeks; I also set up a large enclosure in the living room so he and the inside cats could get acclimated to each other (they'd only seen one another through windows, and my "kitten" is an alpha). One concern was that since he'd be "hopping", that could be interpreted as an injury and that can set off hunter instincts in the other cats. That has since been resolved for the most part. The Mark II version of the feeder had a scratching post on it; I'm taking it down now but keeping it around as this won't be the last time we have a cat-with-cone. ...and I'm folding back the living room cage one panel at a time so he can still have a safe place to go while still giving him a sense of security. Now that everyone is settled I'll take a photo of him on Shelley's lap getting petted at night. ....or more likely a picture of him and the two kittens in stalking mode with him (he gives as good as he gets).
