Idjit or Genius, Who Knows?

Another day, another pain in the patoot

Just got off the phone from the 8th (yes, eighth) call, all to different numbers, to fix a mess my bank made. The bank is at the other end of all 8 numbers, just not the right dept. Of course. At least I finally got it fixed. I think. We'll see if it works the next time I try to sign in.

I'm not sure I want to do this blog thing. I'm a depressed pessimist, so mostly I'll just kvetch, but at least I'll have expressed my frustrations to someone other than my cat. He listens, true, but he never has anything useful to say in return. Then again, if he did say anything useful I'd be a depressed, pessimistic psychotic. Could be interesting, but I just don't have the time for it right now.

Actually, the cat isn't really listening to me these days. That's because he has both thyroid and heart trouble, and I keep squirting truly disgusting medicine down his throat. How do I know it's disgusting? Well, partly because I tasted it after he spit it out and into my face once, and partly because it makes him drool for 10 minutes after he gags a bit of it down. Since I'm in the process of selling my house, I have to chase after him with a wad of paper towels, wiping up the drool from the hardwood floor before it spots.

Oh, and another thing. After he has the heart medicine, because it's a muscle relaxant (I think), he leaks when he falls deeply asleep. No, not that end, the other one. Yes, he is now a bed-wetter. I wouldn't mind so much, except it's my bed. And he sleeps curled just under my chin. Butt up, of course. I'm now changing the sheets daily. Good thing I have a waterbed or the mattress would be long since ruined. I'm going to check out diapers, I think. I've been told infant Pampers work exceptionally well, you just have to cut out a little hole for the tail. But wouldn't that put an opening exactly where I'm trying to close him up? I suppose I could shave his tail (he has very long fur) and then seal the opening to his tail with surgical tape, maybe? Of course, I'd only be able to do this once, in either of our lifetimes. On second thought, I'd be a really slow typist with only one hand. Never mind. Got to think of a plan B.