Cellphones, a Car, and a Cat
Last Friday, I spent the day running around going to appointments and doing errands. The major things were to get Magpie’s oil changed and take my car to her first vet visit… no, the other way around.
Maybe it’s because I don’t drive much anymore, only once or twice a week and usually on the weekends or late at night, but there seemed to be an inordinate amount of dumb-asses driving around while talking on their cellphone. Grrrr, when are they going to make it illegal in Vermont? I even saw some idiot riding a bike while talking on his cellphone, swerving all over the narrow lane. People, what conversation is so fucking important that you’re willing to risk injuring yourself and/or those around? Pull the fuck over to talk!
I don’t have a land line, so all I have is a cellphone. I rarely use because I seldom make or receive calls, which is another story. When I do use it, I don’t do all the things that annoy me: talk while driving, talk loudly around others, have one that constantly rings an obnoxious tone or song loudly, or text (I’ve only ever texted a few times) around others when I could be having a conversation.
OK, I had to get that out. I feel better now.
Magpie’s vet visit went well. Although, she didn’t like getting her nails clipped or the knotted clump of hair on her chest shaved off. It took two of them to hold her and they had to resort to some blindfolding in the back room to finish the job. I really didn’t like seeing her being bothered like that, and when they took her in the back, I waited in the lobby, worrying.
I talked to the vet about her, ahem, weight issue. She weighs about 13 pounds and has a generous belly. She suggested I switch her to wet food that doesn’t contain any grains — basically the Atkins Diet. So, after the vet, I bought a variety of food that doesn’t contain grains. It’s a little more expensive but it’s worth it. Because of the wet food, I’ll also have to be more aware of her teeth. Luckily, Magpie lets me brush them.
At the vet, I flipped through a book about cats and I think Magpie is a Norwegian Forest Cat. I was surprised to learn that they are kittens until age four. That makes sense because Magpie is 1 to 2 years old but acts like a kitten.
As for my car, it didn’t do so good. It’s fine now, but I had to spend more than I planned to make it fine.
3 Comments
jess said 162 days ago:
Kittens until 4? For real? We have a 1.5 year old cat who acts like she is some old bird. I can only image when she is 65.
S.R. Wild said 159 days ago:
That’s what I read and was told by the gal at Pet Food Warehouse — the staff there is very helpful and knowledgeable. But, that’s only if Frk. Magpie is in fact a Norwegian Forest Cat.
She might act like a kitten because she’s just so very happy to be out of jail.
I started acting like an old man when I was 6. I wonder what I’ll be like when I’m 65. I can’t wait to find out.
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