Feline Differential Diagnosis

Quite the lovely day, yesterday. I spent a good chunk of it in the garden, where I have a long list of projects that never quite get finished because the Numbah One priority is weeding and the weeds grow so fuckin' fast! Yesterday, though, I was able to stay four hours, so in addition to weeding & watering, I got the pink dahlias in and trained the pea plants to climb the fence.

One of my cucumber plants didn't make it, so I replanted. (I never have much luck with cucumbers.)

The bell pepper plants are already fruiting, which cannot be good.

Ditto one of the Roma tomatoes.

More wood chips came in, so when I go tomorrow, I'm gonna put cardboard down on the paths (to kill the weeds) and then strew wood chips on top of them. That will be a lot of work.



Other than that...

The Schlock luncheon turned out to be more fun than I imagined it would be. The Montgomery crew are actually a nice group of people. It was the Middletown office that drove me batty.

And then when I got home, there was an Incident with Mabel. A CATastrophe, you might say. (Yuk, yuk, yuk.)

Mabel somehow got stuck in a polyethelene shopping bag and took off racing up and down the stairs for five minutes straight (poor frightened little beast) before finally settling in the deepest darkest recess under the fainting couch. Very difficult to reach, but I had to because the only way I could figure she'd get stuck in a bag is if the bag's handles were around her neck—which meant she was at high risk for strangling herself.

Somehow I managed to reach in and cut the damn thing off her—my hands are covered with small scratches this morning.

Then for another three hours, I kept popping under to do neuro checks on her eyes while she hissed & batted at me. Were her pupils equal & reactive? I mean, cat's eyes are so different from human eyes. Would neuro checks even be a part of feline differential diagnosis?

But she's fine now, though it took her several hours to settle down.