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Dude is on the couch with Chita on his tummy, and he’s rubbing her with a brush and saying “no no no” when she goes to itch her ear or her shoulder. She’s scratched in front of one ear so much there’s a raw spot, and she keeps licking her shoulder.
He keeps telling her “no no no!” when she goes to itch, like that’s going to stop her, like she speaks English or has been trained in literally any way ever.
But then he keeps brushing her and she likes that so she lies still and lets him. It’s very cute. But worrying. Oh Chita. Did your warranty expire? She’s never itched herself raw before. The night before last she slept on my face and kept twitching her ears the whole night. Like they’re itchy. It was sort of maddening but I couldn’t bear to push her away from me.
I hope it’s the cold, that the air is dry and it’s dried out her skin. It can’t be fleas, we just treated her. It could be mites or something, or she could be allergic to dairy; I’ve been giving her tiny morsels of cheese every day, and she’d never had cheese before then.
We have to go back to the vet to follow up on the thyroid meds anyway. The puking issue still hasn’t come back; one dose of hairball medication seems to have sorted that. What else now, though, huh???
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In me news, I found the fancy period underpants I’d bought, in the perfectly sensible safe place I’d stashed them, so I’m wearing them. They feel like flannel, and they’re lovely. I bought the new gender-neutral boxer briefs from lunapads during their 25% off Black Friday sale, and am delighted with them, so I’m glad I figured out where I’d stashed them. (My period was over for November when I got them, and then I was traveling in December and didn’t want to bring them along since I wouldn’t have laundry facilities, so this is my first chance to try them out.)
I felt a little weird buying gender-neutral underwear, like– that’s not for me, right? I wear women’s underwear all the time and like it. But then I reasoned, that shit looks comfortable, and it’s not like if I buy it someone who needs it won’t be able to get one– on the contrary, I’m helping increase demand. And honestly I’ve always liked wearing men’s underwear. That shit is comfy. So here I am. They’re like pajamas, only leakproof, not that you can tell.
And yes I had an ice-cream-stuffed doughnut for dessert. Dude’s feeling like maybe that was too much junk food but I have zero regrets. My body genuinely needs fat and sugar at this time of the month, I’ve learned not to deny it. I don’t get much by way of junk food cravings since I gave up my never-very-comprehensive dieting habit years ago, so when my body asks for something I do try to give it what it wants. Especially since I’ve had so many brushes with anhedonia these last few years– going a little while without ever wanting anything makes you appreciate desires a lot more, you know?
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Dude is on the couch with Chita on his tummy, and he’s rubbing her with a brush and saying “no no no” when she goes to itch her ear or her shoulder. She’s scratched in front of one ear so much there’s a raw spot, and she keeps licking her shoulder.
He keeps telling her “no no no!” when she goes to itch, like that’s going to stop her, like she speaks English or has been trained in literally any way ever.
But then he keeps brushing her and she likes that so she lies still and lets him. It’s very cute. But worrying. Oh Chita. Did your warranty expire? She’s never itched herself raw before. The night before last she slept on my face and kept twitching her ears the whole night. Like they’re itchy. It was sort of maddening but I couldn’t bear to push her away from me.
I hope it’s the cold, that the air is dry and it’s dried out her skin. It can’t be fleas, we just treated her. It could be mites or something, or she could be allergic to dairy; I’ve been giving her tiny morsels of cheese every day, and she’d never had cheese before then.
We have to go back to the vet to follow up on the thyroid meds anyway. The puking issue still hasn’t come back; one dose of hairball medication seems to have sorted that. What else now, though, huh???
in me news, cut for rambling
In me news, I found the fancy period underpants I’d bought, in the perfectly sensible safe place I’d stashed them, so I’m wearing them. They feel like flannel, and they’re lovely. I bought the new gender-neutral boxer briefs from lunapads during their 25% off Black Friday sale, and am delighted with them, so I’m glad I figured out where I’d stashed them. (My period was over for November when I got them, and then I was traveling in December and didn’t want to bring them along since I wouldn’t have laundry facilities, so this is my first chance to try them out.)
I felt a little weird buying gender-neutral underwear, like– that’s not for me, right? I wear women’s underwear all the time and like it. But then I reasoned, that shit looks comfortable, and it’s not like if I buy it someone who needs it won’t be able to get one– on the contrary, I’m helping increase demand. And honestly I’ve always liked wearing men’s underwear. That shit is comfy. So here I am. They’re like pajamas, only leakproof, not that you can tell.
And yes I had an ice-cream-stuffed doughnut for dessert. Dude’s feeling like maybe that was too much junk food but I have zero regrets. My body genuinely needs fat and sugar at this time of the month, I’ve learned not to deny it. I don’t get much by way of junk food cravings since I gave up my never-very-comprehensive dieting habit years ago, so when my body asks for something I do try to give it what it wants. Especially since I’ve had so many brushes with anhedonia these last few years– going a little while without ever wanting anything makes you appreciate desires a lot more, you know?
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