Updates from Cabbitville
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cabbitzillaFears that I'd torn one of the ligaments in my knee seem to have been simple fears. As long as the brace is cinched tight I can 'walk' with the aid of the crutches. Unassisted, it'll hold my weight now for about 45second before the pain starts up again. The combination means that the steps from the first to second floors (and vice versa) are now navigable without hopping down them on my tushie like a child on a sugar rush. Yay team!
Somehow while the cats were being herded into containment zones Megan managed to 'lose' the biggest of them. Ruby's a stubborn old boy, bright gold and not afraid to let you know EXACTLY what he thinks of you. With the addition of the crutches and clomping, he's none too thrilled with me, but he's still one of my favorites in this crew. Radiant with joy at discovering that maybe I CAN do the steps, I got adventurous and tried it out. Yep. Slow, but workable. Except when I got downstairs, there was Ruby, curled up on the sofa like he was king of the world. Which means that when all of the regular bowls were passed out in the basement this morning, he didn't get fed. This is... not acceptable to me. Not in the slightest. I rummaged and found one cat bowl (for food) and a plastic tupperware bowl (for water) and got them into the little office downstairs. Knowing my sister was going to swing through and drop some simple groceries off for me, all I had to do was herd Ruby into the office and close the door... I could draft Leah to quickly slip a litter box in there.
Ruby doesn't herd well. Instead of going into the office, he opted to go.... upstairs. *mutters good naturedly* Fuzzy little fink. :P I was about 2/3 of the way back up the steps, with Ruby eyeing me balefully as I approached, when Leah turned up. I explained quickly, and after about 10 minutes of coaxing, noise making, and pure luck, he happened to pass near enough to the office door to smell the kibble I'd put down. From that point it was easy; he didn't even look up from the food when the door opened to let the litter pan slide in. Woot, or something. I checked the garage, and realized that I had no clue of knowing if Junior had come in and was hiding in the back... I'm simply not coordinated enough on the crutches to wiggle through. I keep hoping he'll turn up... and praying that he's actually in the basement with the others. Junior is -very- good at hiding... and it would be about my luck that all of the cats really -are- in the house and that I'm panicked over nothing.
I'll check the garage again in a bit. And keep hoping.
Somehow while the cats were being herded into containment zones Megan managed to 'lose' the biggest of them. Ruby's a stubborn old boy, bright gold and not afraid to let you know EXACTLY what he thinks of you. With the addition of the crutches and clomping, he's none too thrilled with me, but he's still one of my favorites in this crew. Radiant with joy at discovering that maybe I CAN do the steps, I got adventurous and tried it out. Yep. Slow, but workable. Except when I got downstairs, there was Ruby, curled up on the sofa like he was king of the world. Which means that when all of the regular bowls were passed out in the basement this morning, he didn't get fed. This is... not acceptable to me. Not in the slightest. I rummaged and found one cat bowl (for food) and a plastic tupperware bowl (for water) and got them into the little office downstairs. Knowing my sister was going to swing through and drop some simple groceries off for me, all I had to do was herd Ruby into the office and close the door... I could draft Leah to quickly slip a litter box in there.
Ruby doesn't herd well. Instead of going into the office, he opted to go.... upstairs. *mutters good naturedly* Fuzzy little fink. :P I was about 2/3 of the way back up the steps, with Ruby eyeing me balefully as I approached, when Leah turned up. I explained quickly, and after about 10 minutes of coaxing, noise making, and pure luck, he happened to pass near enough to the office door to smell the kibble I'd put down. From that point it was easy; he didn't even look up from the food when the door opened to let the litter pan slide in. Woot, or something. I checked the garage, and realized that I had no clue of knowing if Junior had come in and was hiding in the back... I'm simply not coordinated enough on the crutches to wiggle through. I keep hoping he'll turn up... and praying that he's actually in the basement with the others. Junior is -very- good at hiding... and it would be about my luck that all of the cats really -are- in the house and that I'm panicked over nothing.
I'll check the garage again in a bit. And keep hoping.
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Date: 2005-03-28 08:21 pm (UTC)