Late, Late, Late...

Sheepie runs to the blog and comes to a screeching halt, panting and gasping and clutching the stitch in her side.  She was visiting with the family tonight and is a bit late getting home for the Wednesday Night Bullet Post.  She made it, though!  Never fear, for Sheepie is nothing if not dedicated to her readers and their need for random blurts of information.

*I may be dedicated to the blog, but I am not so consumed by it that I will pass up the chance for a free meal.


*Channeling my Inner Undergrad...


*It was hot today.  I did not appreciate that.  But I've seen worse this summer so I'm being gracious about it.


*I am barreling along on the scarf like winter is right around the corner.  There is hope for blocking by the weekend.


*Going to a parade on Saturday so there will be no blocking.  There will be much in the way of flag waving, baton twirling and candy tossing.


*Not so much with the blocking...


*The Very Complicated Kitty is learning some hard lessons around the morning schedule.


*He needs to take his medicine.  He takes it in his food because I suck at giving cats pills.


*Here is how I was directed to do it by The Cat Whisperer and the Nice Vet Down From Canada Who Was Sitting In On The Appointment Because She Is Covering During Vacation Time.  It's quite simple really.


*Step One:  Make a meatball with the cat food and squashed up pill.


Step Two:  Say, "Now, you cannot have the rest of your food until you eat your meatball."


*That is word for word what I was told to say.  By BOTH vets.


*Step Three:  Give the cat the rest of his food after he has eaten his meatball and coo appreciatively at his good behavior.


*This would be great save for one thing.  The VCK, for all his girth, is not the chow hound you'd think.


*He's a nibbler.


*A nosher.


*He likes to eat a bit, wander off, come back...it's all quite leisurely.


*If he leaves the food, his brother will eat it.


*It is illegal to share prescription medications.


*For the past month, I've been able to accommodate this.  But it can't last.


*We need to get on schedule here.  When school starts, I can't call in sick because the VCK won't take his anti-anxiety meds.  There is nothing in my contract that allows for this.


*Then I will have to take his anti-anxiety meds and we'll be right back to the whole illegally sharing prescriptions situation.


*The new plan is this:  he must eat his meatball or the food goes away.  He gets it back for dinner.


*I feel like the meanest Mom EVER.


*If you tell my Mom that you really, really like the peanut butter chocolate sauce she served with the ice cream for dessert, she will let you take it home.


*Mommy Sheep is not the meanest Mom.  She is a nice Mom.


*I don't know where I got this...


*Oh, and I performed the Weekly Visit With The Vegetables today, too.


*I'll show you pictures later.


*Here's a cat picture:

Da Boyz sharing the ever-popular Dollar Store Cat Cave.

*That should tide you over until I can do something photogenic with the vegetables.



Phew!  I made it!  Wednesday can now officially come to a close because I have bullet posted for God and country.  Hope your day was a good one and that any and all meatballs were consumed in a timely fashion as prescribed.


SA