Poor kitty cat. Shannon and I made our first stab (no pun intended) at giving Cobweb her subcutaneous fluids today, and we didn't figure it out immediately. Apparently, I am "scruff impaired" (Shannon's words), and so I wasn't able to hold Cobweb securely in place. She kept launching herself in bizarre gyrations and escaping, sending huge tufts of fur flying in all directions. Seriously, there was like a whole cat's worth of fur on the floor when we were done, and Cobweb had a big bald patch on her neck. Like I said, poor kitty cat! I felt like a very bad cat mom.
In the end, Shannon took over the restraint job, and I took over the needle, and suddenly everything went smooth as silk. Well, except for the fact that cats don't like to be forcibly restrained for 10-15 minutes, no matter what the reason, and the giant needle hanging out of her back probably didn't help. So she started freaking out (her eyes were rolling around like a rabid animal's, but she was not frothing at the mouth) and struggling a lot, and Shannon was having some trouble keeping hold of her, but finally the requisite amount of fluid had made its drippy journey into her little furry (well, less furry than before, sadly) body, and we let her go. Being the sweet kitty that she is, she just hung out with us and cuddled in Shannon's lap and didn't run away. I think tomorrow the whole procedure will be much easier. And I hope that Cobweb will not lose any more fur. Poor baby with the traumatically-acquired bald spot!
Tonight was Shannon's weekly board game night here in our dining room, and I totally forgot that he had told me days and days ago that
Anyway, so I sent him an email, and I suggested that maybe next time he's in town we can all get together for dinner or something, maybe with Donald and his wife. That would rock.
Tomorrow I'm going to lunch with Katherine and Jay to belatedly celebrate the occurrence of birthdays (Katherine and mine) in March. I'm really looking forward to it! We're going to Venus, which is one of my favorite restaurants.
Speaking of restaurants, Shannon initiated a conversation with me today about how we choose the restaurants where we eat every Friday. Shannon has significant dietary limitations (no beef, no dairy if possible, and a preference against Italian, Mexican, Thai, and Chinese) and tends to lean toward fast food (Taco Bell/KFC, McDonald's, Bongo Burger, Oscar's, etc.), which I really don't like very much. But I got discouraged by his frequent refusals to go to the restaurants I suggested, so I pretty much have just been letting him choose for quite some time now. But today Shannon said that he wanted to make it easier for me to choose our restaurants half the time, and we talked about it a bunch, and he said he would even be willing to go once in a while to the places that aren't his preference, as long as there is something for him to eat (i.e., no Friday dinners at The House of Beef and Only Beef), and I'm very excited about the whole thing. I sat down this evening and researched what relatively inexpensive (but interesting) restaurants are in easy walking/biking reach (within maybe 3 miles). So I have this long list of prospective places to go, serving all different kinds of food: Turkish, Peruvian, Israeli, Hawaiian, Vietnamese, vegetarian, organic, crepes, bbq, etc.). For tomorrow night, I have chosen Brazil Cafe, which has always appealed to me, but where I've never gone. So exciting!