life is just emptier without that special someone, sometimes. Movies have no appeal, the idea of moving around seems silly, and you find yourself bored.

I can’t watch Sherlock since they got rid of Megavideo and I’m not sure what’s available now. I was going thru the Hounds of the Baskervilles or whatever it’s called, and now i”m pissed off.

So, I took my calico, Hoshi to the vet. She was pretty good about it, honestly. She handled her temperature fine, being weighed, and even handled her two shots with no problem. She had to have rabies and “distemper” which I’m probably misspelling since it’s a medical thing, but. However, she did indeed hate being in the carrier. It’s borrowed from the Humane Society, so my plan is to get her a cloth one in the future, but I believe she has 3 years before she needs to go back in. Orion on the other hand, my Jack Russell, has to go in around June or so, and have his second set of rabies vaccines, and then he’s good for three years. Anyway, we were trying to confirm that she’s been spayed, since I don’t need her going into heat. But rather than charge me a lot of money to have her taken care of -on the chance we might find out she really has been spayed… they shaved her tummy, which she did NOT like, but no one got hurt. And the vet found a dent where the scar should be, but no scar. So, he told me i have 4 months to watch her and if she goes into heat, her spay is still free. But she has the spay belly, and the fat deposits natural to a spayed cat.

She is looking healthy, he says, and all my concerns about her I was already doing all the things he recommended. Getting her kitty supplements for her skin and fur, which she does well with, making sure she has hairball control in her food -also highly important, and brushing her. Which I do daily most of the time. With my boyfriend back in town I haven’t been as consistent about it, but the past two days I’ve been better.

So her dandruff should continue to disappear -it was mostly in her butt area and on her tail, so I am doing everything I should be. She was also very very well behaved and they seemed to like not being clawed up.

The Only Problem:

she’s fat. We all figure since she was in a box for 3 months or so that just having room to be free will help her lose some weight. However, I plan on getting her onto some weight loss food when I run out of her current dry food. Or get closer, so I can mix them in and not upset her kitty digestion. I don’t enjoy cleaning up cat puke or anything else like that. So, I need to limit her food or get her on weight management. I think she might hate me for that, but we’ll see how she does. Considering it does no one any good for her to be a total fatty.

I do have a question if anyone reads this:

how do I get her to use her scratching post?

So, after a period of utter hell while I attempted to take care of my roommate’s dog, it became apparent that she was ill. She’d been sick since before said roommate left, barked nonstop or whined, or otherwise made noise, (ie growling), and basically made me want to kill her by doing every single thing she knows she’s not allowed to do. So, to end it all, she’s finally been boarded at the vet. It’s not cheap, but it’s quiet. And peaceful. And so pleasant, now.

I feel better about the world already. Like I can get done the things I need to do, and clean the apartment finally -just because my boyfriend is coming back Monday doesn’t mean I’m cleaning for him. I’ve just been unhappy about the mess. I can vacuum to my hearts’ content and then mop -without mopping up some sort of dog projectile fluid. Or solid. How fucking disgusting can it get? I’m not prepared for babies. I can’t handle being woken up constantly or cleaning up excrement.

But I did indeed adopt a shelter cat, a 3 year old Calico, named Hoshi. She’s sweet as honey, and gets along more or less okay with my dog.

I got her a little Kong scratching post where the bottom half is for her to rub against, and the base of it is supposed to help catch stray hair. I’m not sure she really understands it, but I put it by the doorframe since that’s her favourite place to rub her face on. When I first got her she was kinda gross, honestly. She had dandruff all over her, and had so much extra hair it was like Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree had dumped on you. So, after many days of brushing (I got her the 31st) several times a day, she no longer has the horrible dandruff problem. She just feels a little too oily to be healthy. I’m debating some kitty wipes of some kind to just try to start fresh with her. Since a bath seems like a bad idea.

But, I have good food for her, and then some wet food that’s hairball control, and then on top of all that, I caved and got her some kitty vitamins. It’s a liquid called “Beautiful cat” which is supposed to help manage shedding, has the omega3’s she needs to have good skin and no more dandruff, and it should help her stay healthier. I thought it also had hairball control, but ‘m not concerned. It was on sale and i had $2 off and a 15% discount.

I also got sick of sweeping up litter from her power-kicking it across my room, so I got her a new litter box, it’s got a lid, and it’s much deeper and larger. I was terrified it was going to confuse her and she’d do her business on the floor, but as soon as I put it together and added litter she was in there doing here thing, and (yay) there’s no giant amounts of litter all over my floor.

I have been having personal life problems, because apparently I suck, but I’m enjoying the cat immensely. For all she has problems with not standing on my laptop. And she’s too fat for it to be okay. But she likes to sleep near me, which I think is cute. When I first got her she was terrified to leave my bed, and now she wanders the room, and occasionally even leaves it. and sometimes, I see her racing around and playing. She’s having a grand time and she’s no longer in a little tiny cage. I’m just hoping to finally get some good sleep and just… breathe a little.

Orion is enjoying his new dog bed -clearance, and bright blue. He’s balled up on it like a total cutie-pie and I think he enjoys having something nice and squishy in his kennel again. For all when I leave the house I take it out (he has my old blanket in there, since he stole it) because he destroys what he can when I’m not around, and thankfully the blanket is holding up despite his panic attacks when I’m not home.

So. I finally caved in on my last paycheck and bought plants. I have a thing about not having living plants around. I miss my clovers, Holmes. They were cheerful even if they hated me.

I have a new bamboo plant, it’s alive and well so far. Let’s hope it stays that way. I have a slow dying Orchid from… June? I think. It was free, though, and it was fine until we moved. And then it just hasn’t been the same. I feel bad, and then realised they never actually planted it in dirt. So no wonder the poor thing didn’t make it. It’s probably far too late to save though, unfortunately. And then downstairs we have a weird white plant that’s pretty, and a poinsettia. I need to look up how to care for said poinsettia. Since while I might never get it to bloom again, my mom manages to keep them alive for years, and I would like to have green. My roommate might get me a giant Orchid for Christmas, blue. Beautiful. Huge. And then I will have lots of green things. I miss my other bamboo, and my christmas cactus. I want Mr Prickles back, Holmes. But all the same. I plan on hoarding all the plants in my room and creating a death trap greenhouse for anyone who wants to walk across my floor or look through my window.

I also saw some Christmas pj’s. And while y’know, it’s kind of stupid, I don’t actually own a set of Pjs, and it’s cold here. So, I have Rudolph ones. I think they’re cute, and the bottoms are the super super fuzzy fleece. :3 So I enjoy them. And I think they’re cute.

I have been exhausted lately. The kind of exhausted where you laugh at everything and cry the next second and you have no idea what’s wrong. And then you fall asleep sitting up and in the middle of a conversation. And when you try to sleep, really sleep, you wake up frequently, feel like shit, and don’t want to deal with life.

But, on a side note, I think I’m falling in love. I’m not too comfortable saying if I’m in love or not, since I really don’t know how to tell, but he hasn’t been gone for 24 hours and I already miss him. Since we barely saw each other this week it feels like he’s been gone longer. I don’t think I’ve felt quite this dependent on someone in a very very long time. But I wanted to share plant joy, and also say that I cannot have young children, I don’t think.

My dog had some severe diarrhoea which was gross. And I puked my guts up the whole time I was trying to clean it. It was also the one night I wanted to take a bath and relax, and now I’m suffering from being a girl and the idea of sitting around in water doesn’t seem like a good idea.

But I’m learning to French Manicure my own nails. ‘m going to try redoing it today while I catch up on TV. It keeps my nails looking clean since I don’t own a nail brush and work is just disgusting in regards to keeping your nails not looking like you’re some kind of mechanic. But all the same. It should be somewhat relaxing since I’m staying home from work. I plan on cleaning some, too, since I’m sick of having a dirty floor all over the fucking house. And Orion’s going to get a proper bath, I think, for once. It’s been a while, he’s been rinsed down twice but he hasn’t had a real bath. I’m also wondering if I get a little bathmat and put it next to my bed if it will keep the bed cleaner since I walk barefoot sometimes and then have to brush my feet off and climb into bed. I don’t enjoy it. I don’t enjoy being the clean freak, either. But y’know.

I will need to repot my white flowers, and bring them up here and put them away from the window. They don’t like cold. So it will be happier in summer, but inside is warm enough, I would think.

So. Basically I have an incredibly sweet man in my life. The kind who knows what kind of candles you like, and goes out and gets some, sets up your bed for you, and then gives you a massage in nothing but candlelight. The kind who makes you dinner, and it’s really good.

And the kind who, later, while you are out, walks your dog, sweeps up your apartment, gets a lightbulb for your Frosty the Snowman lamp that your mom sent you that you’ve had literally as long as you can remember. But the light was out, so it was no good. He also does things like bring tape for you so you can put up all these paper bats that, two months ago he took down from the ceiling for you at work (they were going to throw them out). And then, to top it all off, he helps you put up the bats that you couldn’t reach high enough for.

And, continuing on, is sick of seeing your room with a trashbag off the door since you don’t have a trashcan, and brings you one (even if it is a dayglo orange home depot paint bucket) that he grabbed while buying you the lightbulb and tape.

Not to mention you hate making the  bed, so he helps you change the sheets and actually does almost all of it for you. And brings you his wireless router and sets it up so you can use the internet. He also gets along with your roommate, and can have conversations with her when you’re not around.