The Effect of Chester on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds

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He's emitting his gamma rays; I'm having a hard time not ignoring the precautions. But I'm being good. He had an extra visitor today, and an open window until late afternoon.

It seems it was Paul Zindel who wrote both the Gamma Rays goofy-titled play and Pardon Me, You're Stepping on My Eyeball, which I liked rather much as a kid. It took a goofy title to draw me in---or something like that.


The Andrea Dworkin talk out there is making me nostalgic for a feminist community I never had. More of an individual interfacing with feminism, which was out there, and a strong feminist core which was/is in here (imagine me pointing at my ribcage with a thumb).


Nasty headache much of the day. VERY relieved it seems to have gone off on its way to invade someone else, or wither & die outside of all of us. Another night with too little sleep? Probably. Anybody else having a hard time hitting the hay these days?

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[groovesinorbit]

Ah, good ol' Chester Pester. How's he dealing with all this?

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I suspect his impatience with being confined to the study will increase in the next (last) few days. I asked the Magic 8 Ball I downloaded to the Mac at home whether I should let him out early---and I gave it several chances to say yes---but it kept coming back with "Absolutely not!" and similarly strong negatives. (It has a few more responses than the traditional "hardware" Magic 8 Ball, and it has a voice generator speak them aloud---most amusingly when the answer is "Mmmmmmmmmmmmh... yes" or "Mmmmmmmmmmmh... no"---as it reads each "M" as the name of the letter "m" and the "h" as "aitch," sounding like a strange tape loop or stuck record for a minute.)

That said, by the weekend I'm hoping to have prepped the house for his being allowed into more of it, even if he's tracking radioactive clumpable litter in his oversized foots.

He seems in great spirits, though, and has gained weight (half a pound while still at the vet's over the weekend). And his fur is thicker and softer. It's odd.

The hardest thing is not picking him up and carrying him around on my shoulder.

[groovesinorbit]

The computerized Magic Eight Ball sounds like something Douglas Adams might have come up with. Yep, you oughta follow the dr's orders on the confinement. Better in the long run, I imagine. I bet it's hard, though. I'm hating Moe being in his cage, even though he's in the same room. I miss snuggling with the big guy. But his limp seems to be getting better, so ...

Yay for Chet feeling good. 1/2 pound in a week. That's great!

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Technically I could be following the doc's orders... no more than 1/2 an hour a day within one foot of kitty, no more than 2 hours/day within 3 feet, vigilance for any body fluid & thorough clean-up thereof (so any kitty vomit or outside-the-box stuff or skid marks or potentially sullied litter or kitty cat tears on your hands). I think that's it. Thing is, the place is a wreck right now, so hard to track where he might be leaving body fluids (and litter, more likely)---and of course harder to limit contact if I'm home. But if I prep the place a little better & keep him out of the bedroom so he doesn't sleep with me---especially if I spend a good part of the weekend out in the yard---I think it'll be fine. The precautions are admittedly excessive (particularly when compared to discharge instructions for humans who have the same treatment).

Hope Moe continues on the up swing himself.

I get to hang with bigfinedaddy and onstar's cats this coming week...