Category: Daily Life

These are my daily rants, stories, and what not.

Swollen Kitty Face

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I took Oscar for a walk last night. He’s been pretty docile lately and I have been saying I wanted to walk him more so we headed out the door at 10 pm for a quick walk.

I say walk but what I really mean is stand. I stand and Oscar eats grass and rolls on the sidewalk. After about fifteen minutes of this I pick him up to head inside. As soon as I start picking him up he meows loudly and latches onto me.

When we get upstairs I noticed that the right side of his face had swollen up. I wake Sam up to ask her about it but she is too groggy to reply coherently.

This morning I got up and his face was still swollen. After a little research by Sam and myself and it looks most likely to be a bad sting or bug bite. A little deeper research and it could possible be an abscess or broken tooth.

Upon return from work he still is swollen and acting very lethargic. I didn’t think he had eaten so I bought snacks and Nutritional Cat Milk. He had sitting in the window for hours so I brought the food and some water to him. He drank a lot of water and some of the food but still laid there lazily.

He does purr when I pet him. He still uses the litter box. But hasn’t made a peep since last night. I called the vet and have an appointment in the morning to bring him in.

He looks sad and tired. I hope the vet can fix him up.

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Fred and the Flower

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I bought an for my phone that rolls dice. Each die has different picture on the side and you are supposed to write a story based on the pictures you roll.

So here is story 1.

Fred and the Flower

Once upon a time a man named Fred was sleeping near the town fountain. He awoke to find a stranger making a weird smile at him. This confused Fred. To be perfectly honest, Fred found strangers slightly scary, especially smirking ones.

When Fred turned to look in the fountain he saw his reflection. Aghast Fred found that he had a Flower coming out of his ear. Now Fred was not normally the kind of man to wear flowers as part of his attire, much less grow one out of his ear. He was a little distraught, and although he tugged with all his might the flower could not be plucked.

After much thought, Fred decided to keep the flower. Besides, its bright yellow petals were a nice distraction. Fred even considered writing a story about a man with a flower growing out of his ear. It sounded like a good children’s tale when he told it in his head. But then Fred remembered that bookmaking had been banned in his country for many years. The problem was the dreaded arrow-headed scarabs that had invaded a century before. They were a beautiful shiny blue cobalt color with dark arrow shaped horns and eyes so large that they looked like cute little anime characters. Sadly though, trees had been practically wiped out by the all consuming bark loving species.

Rumor had it that the town of ‘L’ in a neighboring country had skilled bookmakers. L was far to the west, across vast mountain tops. Everyone knew the scarabs hated the cold and wouldn’t cross frigid peaks. Trees would surely be abundant in L.

Fred made up his mind. He wanted to put his story into words for the whole world to read and the scarabs, however shiny and cute they were, had made that impossible. (Truth be told, they were quite the pests. They liked to stab people ever so slightly in the ankles with their arrow-shaped horns. Boots had come into fashion around the same time as the scarabs moved in.) He packed up his things, put on his hat (with a hole cut in the side for the flower to show) and started his long journey….

And here are the dice.

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Sunglasses

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My eye doctor told my I should wear sunglasses all the time. I’m sure he meant all the time when I am outside, but I wonder if I can use this as an excuse to wear sunglasses at work.

When I die

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I told Sam that I have planned out how I die.

You see when I die, I going to use my death to set up a mystery that only Reggie can solve. I’m sure he will need Pat’s help as well.

I can see it I perfectly. As I die my last words will be “get reg.”.

Reggie will show up and be like “One yellow shoe… Curious.”

After some thought and speculation he will deduce that the yellow shoe is in reference to the pair of yellow shoes I owned in college and that he needs to find the other shoe.

The mystery will evolve from there until the whole scenario somehow leads to Reg being indirectly responsible for my death.

Sam has since informed me that she would ensure my death by punching me if I ever try this.