Mind if I Gripe?
Jun. 27th, 2008 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shipperxSigh. Thank goodness that tomorrow is Saturday because today wasn't so great.
First thing this morning, the house was too quiet. Quiet in a way that pinged my "something isn't right" button. Living with a pet means learning their habits (or the pet learning ours). My alarm clock goes off, and my cat usually jumps on the bed and visits, and if she doesn't she shows up begging for food and/or water. But she was no where to be found. And I mean nowhere to be found. I searched the house for 45 minutes (and my house isn't very big). I searched the closets, under the beds, under furniture... I called her, tempted her with treats, tempted her with ice cream, listened intently for her bell and nothing. And since the last time I had seen her was feeding her at 10:30 last night and no door had been opened since, she had to be in the house somewhere.
However, I was already late for work. I called my mom and asked if she would please come over and look for my cat. Unfortunately, my sister had already placed first claim on her. My sister has hit total panic mode on her house (and yes, she's still BSC over the house) and since I -- you know -- have a job, my sister has drafted mom as chief hand-holder and aide to making decisions (before she retired, my mother was an interior decorator so she does have a lot of background in this area, although she has reached the point of "please, don't make me go to that house every day"). Anyway, by the time I had called, my sister had already abducted Mom and was taking her to "that house" leaving Mom to say that I should press my Dad into coming over to search for the cat.
He apparently came over, couldn't find her, and... invited my next door neighbor, another retired man in his 70s, to help him search the house(?!?!) I really don't know how I feel about that. I'm just grateful that the house was reasonably clean. At any rate, my cat did eventually show up without anyone ever finding wherever the hell she had been hiding. But, Dad noticed that she was hopping and apparently she had gotten her paw stuck in her collar.
So I get a call at work from my mother... who my father had called...asking how to pick up the cat.
::blink::
Wha?
I figure that the cat would be pissy about her paw being stuck, but it's not like she's unfamiliar with my Dad. And it's not like my Dad is unfamiliar with cats since I've had one my entire life, and mom has her own (that she and he indulge shamelessly). And, besides, my cat doesn't have front claws and weighs all of 6 lbs! How tough could it possibly be?
Apparently tough because a couple of hours later Mom called saying that Carly (my cat) had scratched my Dad and he'd become convinced it was a [mother's sarcasm] mortal wound [/ mother's sarcasm] and had driven all the way to 'that house' (which is about 20 minutes from my house - one way) to steal my mom from my sister so that she could come over to my house and pick up the 6 lb cat and extract her poor little paw from her collar, which he apparently solved by cutting the damn thing off (the collar, not the paw).
You know, it would have SNAPPED off if he'd just caught the collar. It's a safety collar.
Anyway. She's freed. Seems fine, and I bought a new collar. And as stupid as the whole thing seems now, I was worried this morning when I couldn't find her.
At work, we're swamped (nothing new there), so my boss begged that I temporarily break from my project to help a co-worker get his job out. And, I don't usually realize exactly how anal retentive I am about organizing drawings, until I help some of my...er... slightly less anal in the same way that I am collegues (not that he isn't anal retentive just in an entirely different way). That part wasn't too bad... initially. I was happy to help out, and it didn't seem that tough. I had nearly completed everything by 5pm when he stopped by and... oh could I remove a layer of plywood from the sections?
Err... but that would mean it doesn't line up. You have to--
But he wanted to change the bearing height for the trusses. It would line up then.
Wha?
Yeah, just move the trusses in the back half up to 12'-6" and those in the front half to 12'-0". Oh, and yeah, remove the second layer of plywood and realign all the soffits
WHAAA??? It's 4:45 and changing the bearing heights means changing every, single, freaking elevation, building section, and wall section in the entire freaking set! And I don't understand it. This is the second job with this co-worker where in the 11th hour he makes major structural changes like... changing the bearing height! Jeez. I know that I'm a stickler for process when doing a building and insist on having all my ducks neatly lined in a row and that involves setting a bearing height at the beginning of a drawing process not the freaking end so I don't have to go around undoing and redoing a dozen different drawings.
But I guess that's just me. [/sarcasm]
Oh well. I actually managed to do 99% of the changes, but it's not going to be amusing (or actually it might be) when the draftsmen come in Monday and find every single sheet in the set messed up because, while I managed to make all the changes in the base drawings, I didn't correct the sheets, so all the notes and all the infill are going to be wrong when they open the drawings because, I wasn't staying late enough on Friday to do that.
Sigh.
Little wonder I was lazy and just stopped to pick up sushi for dinner. Wasn't in the mood to cook.
And Dr. Who was on, and I suspect that I didn't resent River Song nearly as much as many people do.
Oh, and I want a little David Vickers just like on OLTL (No, not the big David Vickers. He's a brawney though hilarious guy and is a sunshine in his own right, but in this case I mean little David Vickers, the adorable shitzu that was recently introduced with the explanation that Tina had named her dog after her ex-husband (LOL!).
No pictures of the little soap star but he looks roughly like this:
First thing this morning, the house was too quiet. Quiet in a way that pinged my "something isn't right" button. Living with a pet means learning their habits (or the pet learning ours). My alarm clock goes off, and my cat usually jumps on the bed and visits, and if she doesn't she shows up begging for food and/or water. But she was no where to be found. And I mean nowhere to be found. I searched the house for 45 minutes (and my house isn't very big). I searched the closets, under the beds, under furniture... I called her, tempted her with treats, tempted her with ice cream, listened intently for her bell and nothing. And since the last time I had seen her was feeding her at 10:30 last night and no door had been opened since, she had to be in the house somewhere.
However, I was already late for work. I called my mom and asked if she would please come over and look for my cat. Unfortunately, my sister had already placed first claim on her. My sister has hit total panic mode on her house (and yes, she's still BSC over the house) and since I -- you know -- have a job, my sister has drafted mom as chief hand-holder and aide to making decisions (before she retired, my mother was an interior decorator so she does have a lot of background in this area, although she has reached the point of "please, don't make me go to that house every day"). Anyway, by the time I had called, my sister had already abducted Mom and was taking her to "that house" leaving Mom to say that I should press my Dad into coming over to search for the cat.
He apparently came over, couldn't find her, and... invited my next door neighbor, another retired man in his 70s, to help him search the house(?!?!) I really don't know how I feel about that. I'm just grateful that the house was reasonably clean. At any rate, my cat did eventually show up without anyone ever finding wherever the hell she had been hiding. But, Dad noticed that she was hopping and apparently she had gotten her paw stuck in her collar.
So I get a call at work from my mother... who my father had called...asking how to pick up the cat.
::blink::
Wha?
I figure that the cat would be pissy about her paw being stuck, but it's not like she's unfamiliar with my Dad. And it's not like my Dad is unfamiliar with cats since I've had one my entire life, and mom has her own (that she and he indulge shamelessly). And, besides, my cat doesn't have front claws and weighs all of 6 lbs! How tough could it possibly be?
Apparently tough because a couple of hours later Mom called saying that Carly (my cat) had scratched my Dad and he'd become convinced it was a [mother's sarcasm] mortal wound [/ mother's sarcasm] and had driven all the way to 'that house' (which is about 20 minutes from my house - one way) to steal my mom from my sister so that she could come over to my house and pick up the 6 lb cat and extract her poor little paw from her collar, which he apparently solved by cutting the damn thing off (the collar, not the paw).
You know, it would have SNAPPED off if he'd just caught the collar. It's a safety collar.
Anyway. She's freed. Seems fine, and I bought a new collar. And as stupid as the whole thing seems now, I was worried this morning when I couldn't find her.
At work, we're swamped (nothing new there), so my boss begged that I temporarily break from my project to help a co-worker get his job out. And, I don't usually realize exactly how anal retentive I am about organizing drawings, until I help some of my...er... slightly less anal in the same way that I am collegues (not that he isn't anal retentive just in an entirely different way). That part wasn't too bad... initially. I was happy to help out, and it didn't seem that tough. I had nearly completed everything by 5pm when he stopped by and... oh could I remove a layer of plywood from the sections?
Err... but that would mean it doesn't line up. You have to--
But he wanted to change the bearing height for the trusses. It would line up then.
Wha?
Yeah, just move the trusses in the back half up to 12'-6" and those in the front half to 12'-0". Oh, and yeah, remove the second layer of plywood and realign all the soffits
WHAAA??? It's 4:45 and changing the bearing heights means changing every, single, freaking elevation, building section, and wall section in the entire freaking set! And I don't understand it. This is the second job with this co-worker where in the 11th hour he makes major structural changes like... changing the bearing height! Jeez. I know that I'm a stickler for process when doing a building and insist on having all my ducks neatly lined in a row and that involves setting a bearing height at the beginning of a drawing process not the freaking end so I don't have to go around undoing and redoing a dozen different drawings.
But I guess that's just me. [/sarcasm]
Oh well. I actually managed to do 99% of the changes, but it's not going to be amusing (or actually it might be) when the draftsmen come in Monday and find every single sheet in the set messed up because, while I managed to make all the changes in the base drawings, I didn't correct the sheets, so all the notes and all the infill are going to be wrong when they open the drawings because, I wasn't staying late enough on Friday to do that.
Sigh.
Little wonder I was lazy and just stopped to pick up sushi for dinner. Wasn't in the mood to cook.
And Dr. Who was on, and I suspect that I didn't resent River Song nearly as much as many people do.
Oh, and I want a little David Vickers just like on OLTL (No, not the big David Vickers. He's a brawney though hilarious guy and is a sunshine in his own right, but in this case I mean little David Vickers, the adorable shitzu that was recently introduced with the explanation that Tina had named her dog after her ex-husband (LOL!).
No pictures of the little soap star but he looks roughly like this:
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Date: 2008-06-28 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-28 04:10 am (UTC)And hope ending the post with little David Vickers helped. :)
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Date: 2008-06-28 08:35 am (UTC)and that trick of getting a paw stuck through their collar is a common mishap, and for some reason the break-away thing on the collars doesn't seem to work in that situation , which is strange
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Date: 2008-07-01 02:08 am (UTC)Although, I always wonder about those glass minimalist houses. Those cannot be easy to live within (or maybe I'm just too messy by nature to contemplate it. :)
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Date: 2008-06-28 10:28 am (UTC)My old grouchy 13 year old siamese, got out the other day. My grandfather woke up and the cat wasn't in his lap. Higgins is always in his lap, he looked for him, but still couldn't find him. I go over and look, go outside for one second to call for Higgins. The cat suddenly appears like a bat of heck. I think he had sneaked out earlier, when my grandfather had gotten the mail. Higgins has done this before, and last time he spent the whole time under a rose bush meowing his head off. I think he did it again as well, but being that my grandfather is more than half deaf. The cat wasn't heard. Hopefully neither will do it again. I don't suppose you have any holes in your in your box spring ? My own use to hide in old box springs. Lilith my fat black cat got herself stuck under a pull out bed for two days, I still don't know how to this day how she got her fat but into a three inch opening. We had to move the whole thing to get her out, once we figured she won't come out for food. So don't feel bad about not finding the cat, I even had a hard time finding our dog who like a cat can get himself into anywhere, from under the bed to behind desks. I also won't be surprised to find if your cat get herself into the back of drawers as well.
As for declawed cats, their teeth can do as much damage as claws. I know our cat Cleo the hell cat did. If Carly was caught and panicked she probably did turn around and bite. Cleo bit my mother quite badly when she got her foot stuck in the bed. My mother had to go ER and Cleo ended up in house quarantine for a week. Acourse it was the vet that made my mother go to the ER, after we had taken Cleo in to see if her leg was okay. So panic can make you upset when having to deal with a cat in that situation. Or your dad just ended up so frustrated he wanted your mom to deal with it.
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Date: 2008-07-01 02:11 am (UTC)No holes in the box springs but I do have my suspicion that she's crawling up between the bed and the frame on the guest bed. There's a small gap in there (big enough for her) and the guest bed is one of her favorite palces to hide.
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Date: 2008-06-28 01:33 pm (UTC)The dog is adorable. :-)
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Date: 2008-07-01 02:12 am (UTC)And yeah, little Princess David Vickers (as the puppy was dubbed on today's episode) is so cute it hurts.
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Date: 2008-06-28 02:00 pm (UTC)I get very worried if my cats deviate from their normal routine, like if they don't come greet me when I get home from work.
Sorry about work doofus -- sometimes co-workers are just ... yeah.
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Date: 2008-06-28 03:05 pm (UTC)I'm glad your kitty is okay. They do find the darndest places to hide. I think Nikki hides back behind the washer/dryer when he disappears.
Heh, my cousins have a shitzu, and I swear to god, that dog is the light of their lives; even more than their children and grandchildren! LOL
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Date: 2008-07-01 02:14 am (UTC)I can't imagine how they do it. My house really isn't very big and I thought I had searched everywhere that could be searched, and I told my dad that I believed that he'd searched everywhere too. Darn if I know where she was hiding.
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Date: 2008-06-28 09:10 pm (UTC)Glad yours were found.
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