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Oct. 9th, 2012 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogFirst full workday back at it today, after the weekend's voyaging and yesterday's quasi-holiday. I have two fairly significant and writer-blocky projects to work on, but I got through very little of them, instead doing a bunch of bank runs, finalizing a client's tax return before his extension runs out next week, and generally plodding along.
We've been adjusting the feeding portions for the cats. Our two older ones were reported to be thinner than desirable at their last vet visit, despite segregating all three of them from the prying jaws of the dogs and from each other, especially from the moochy mouth of their little sister. Taz and Michelle are now getting full cans twice a day, with Zoey, so far, staying on her original half-can diet plus whatever leavings she can manage from the other two when they either take too long to finish or just leave food uneaten. It does seem to cut down on their pet-ulance at 5 a.m.; even though the dogs haven't had portion increases, they tend to follow the feline leaders when it comes to begging for food, and I've managed to sleep to close to 6 a few times since we've made the adjustment.
Zoey continues to be her usual whirling dervish self. Eleanor brought home an electric space heater to put out in the greenhouse, and as we were watching this last weekend's QI earlier, she was a total madwoman, crashing into the sides of the box it came home in.
(By "total madwoman," I do refer to the cat;)
My old church on Long Island had some interesting animal stories to share. Like our current church, East Meadow is doing a Blessing of the Animals on the weekend of the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi. They're adding a neat twist to it, though: in addition to the "smells and bells" of an ecclesiastical blessing, Pastor Judy has arranged with a vet friend of hers to provide routine vaccines for any parishioners who need them for their four-legged friends. These necessary procedures are pretty pricey if you do it through standard clinical practices, and government-sponsored clinics tend to involve long lines and not much TLC. (Petsmart used to have pretty reasonable clinics, but they've phased them out in favor of full-service in-store veterinary practices that aren't much cheaper than doing it at our regular place.)
The other thing they've been doing down there is providing the pet equivalent of Holy Communion: instead of duplicating the food pantry of the church across the street, my former congregation runs a pet food pantry. They'd found that the regular food cupboards got lots of requests for pet food, and, when they were unable to fill those requests, the needy would suddenly request as much canned tuna as they could get away with. Judy's church put two and mew together and they now provide the cheaper and better-balanced Noms to the community.
Travel day tomorrow, although nothing as intense as the weekend, so on that happy cat note, I bid you ad-mew:)
We've been adjusting the feeding portions for the cats. Our two older ones were reported to be thinner than desirable at their last vet visit, despite segregating all three of them from the prying jaws of the dogs and from each other, especially from the moochy mouth of their little sister. Taz and Michelle are now getting full cans twice a day, with Zoey, so far, staying on her original half-can diet plus whatever leavings she can manage from the other two when they either take too long to finish or just leave food uneaten. It does seem to cut down on their pet-ulance at 5 a.m.; even though the dogs haven't had portion increases, they tend to follow the feline leaders when it comes to begging for food, and I've managed to sleep to close to 6 a few times since we've made the adjustment.
Zoey continues to be her usual whirling dervish self. Eleanor brought home an electric space heater to put out in the greenhouse, and as we were watching this last weekend's QI earlier, she was a total madwoman, crashing into the sides of the box it came home in.
(By "total madwoman," I do refer to the cat;)
My old church on Long Island had some interesting animal stories to share. Like our current church, East Meadow is doing a Blessing of the Animals on the weekend of the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi. They're adding a neat twist to it, though: in addition to the "smells and bells" of an ecclesiastical blessing, Pastor Judy has arranged with a vet friend of hers to provide routine vaccines for any parishioners who need them for their four-legged friends. These necessary procedures are pretty pricey if you do it through standard clinical practices, and government-sponsored clinics tend to involve long lines and not much TLC. (Petsmart used to have pretty reasonable clinics, but they've phased them out in favor of full-service in-store veterinary practices that aren't much cheaper than doing it at our regular place.)
The other thing they've been doing down there is providing the pet equivalent of Holy Communion: instead of duplicating the food pantry of the church across the street, my former congregation runs a pet food pantry. They'd found that the regular food cupboards got lots of requests for pet food, and, when they were unable to fill those requests, the needy would suddenly request as much canned tuna as they could get away with. Judy's church put two and mew together and they now provide the cheaper and better-balanced Noms to the community.
Travel day tomorrow, although nothing as intense as the weekend, so on that happy cat note, I bid you ad-mew:)