I am really fumed this morning! I ALWAYS wait until the weekend of Memorial day to plant my garden. This year, Memorial day came a week early, but I planted my plants and a few seeds anyway. I was going to finish the rest today. Last night there was a frost here in Maine. I knew about it but thought it wouldn’t touch my plants…..NOT MINE! Well of course I did not cover the plants and guess what? I lost them all. What an idiot I am! My tomatoes and peppers and cukes and zuchinni and summer squash are dead. Now I think I will do it all NEXT weekend like I should have….water the seeds I planted and hope for the best. I have no other alternative….but it really ticks me off.
I need to probably take a break from blogging….I know…I know…I keep saying that! Obie has been up and down. I am not sure at this point if it is me or him. What I mean by that is, I am not sure if I am giving the injections right or not. The needle is about 1/2” long and he has thick fur. I have to inject the needle into his neck through the fur and I can never tell for sure if it is in there or not? My husband helps me hold him and says it is in there. Then I have to pull back the plunger just a little to make sure no blood comes out. The reason for that is you don’t want to hit a blood vessel. If no blood comes out, I push the plunger and finish injecting him. The whole thing does not faze him at all, although there was one night he had that “ouch” look and he turned towards me like “what the?” Most days since we started this new regiment, he has been fine. There was that one day though. I got up early in the morning and there it was….the giant puddle of pee on the kitchen floor. Oh no!…not again! He was acting funny and drinking a lot of water again and wanted to go out. This is how it all started! I must have injected him wrong I thought? This is my routine EVERY day…. 9:30 a.m…….He gets a cup of dry food mixed with a 1/4 cup of wet and an antibiotic pill mixed in. When he is done, he gets his injection by Nurse Hatchet…..I mean me. The same exact routine at 9:30 p.m. We watched a video of a cat being injected the other day, on Google, and saw something we thought would help us. They shaved the back of the cat’s neck so they could see where they were injecting. Great idea! My husband got his electric razor out and we tried it. The razor is not strong enough or the right type. Now my husband has fleas in his beard! Just kidding….a little joke there.:) Today, I am taking him to the groomer (Obie, not my husband) to get his neck shaved down to the skin.
For as long as I can remember, I have been feeding our cat Baby and Obie every day at about the same time. They eat side by side. That has changed because he now has to eat twice a day. He cannot eat any treats or anything else. He was ALWAYS the clean up man. When she was done eating, she always left a bit of her food and he cleaned it up for her. Of course the new routine has to squash that. You should see the look on her face when he is eating twice and her only once! She’s pissed! She always has a bowl of dry on the window sill, but she’s still mad at me. It’s pretty funny. Oh boy….got to go….guess what time it is?…..yup…that magical, mystical hour……..it’s 9:30!!! Gotta go…. Thanks again for all your comments and prayers…..maybe I won’t be so crazy when I come back….or maybe not?