linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
My catten is home.

He's still walking funny, he's got shaved patches where he had to have IVs put in, and he keeps following us from room to room, chirping and purring and looking worried that we're going to send him away again. He's never been a lap cat, ever, and we can't sit down without him trying to jump onto our laps... and then usually falling down again, because he's on kitty valium (and prednisone), and it makes him walk like he's failing a sobriety test on the side of the road. Technically, I suppose, he would be considered unsafe to drive with the drug levels he's on, even without the whole being a cat thing.

I'm never going to hear the end of it from my dad for paying $700 in vet bills for an eight year old cat that I adopted from the SPCA. And yet he's the one who's always scolding me for letting them be indoor only cats... despite the fact that when I was eight and we lived in this exact same duplex, my cat was killed by a car in our cul-de-sac. We'll manage. We always do. Snafu's a member of the family. He's traveled back and forth from Vancouver with us when we lived there, he and his sister made the trip across Canada in a moving van when we moved to London, ON, and then he made the flight back. And my dad might not like to hear it, but I'd have paid more, if it meant getting him back healthy and alive.

I'm probably also never going to hear the end of it over giving the cats filtered water (on the vet's advice) instead of tap water, and for the wet food that we need to give Boo for the next month (hi there, gooshy food, forty dollars a freakin' case good GOD). That's just too bad. If it keeps this from happening again? It's worth it.

Thank you so much for all your good thoughts and wishes, and for listening to me worry and fuss about my kittyboy. I know he's "just" a cat... except he's not. He's my cat.


Nov. 15th, 2009 03:13 am
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
2009 has finally reached clusterfuck status for me. My catten, the one that belongs to me, my favourite catboy in the whole world, even though we're not supposed to have favourites, is really sick. Emergency trip to the vet after office hours sick. Fuck. My. Life.

Pictures and kitty medical details under the cut. )


Jan. 13th, 2008 12:42 pm
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
I promised pictures of kittens, and while it always takes me awhile, sooner or later I get to it!

Pictures of Snafu, Fubar, and Tarfun behind the cut... )
linden_jay: (Kitten--Willpower got eatened)
In the spirit of our other cats *Snafu and Fubar, I'd like to present the newest member of the Jay and the AH family:

Tarfun. )

What's really sad is that I haven't even started volunteering at the SPCA yet, and I've already gotten myself another cat. Not that it wasn't more than a little predictable that I would, but still.

Tarfun was discovered while I was at the pet store picking up food for the other two cats (this would be AH's first mistake--we're never supposed to let me go to the pet store. It's just a bad idea), and I went over to the pet section and found her, three of her brothers, and two other wee tiny kittens. She and her brothers are all about four months old, which is old for a pet store kitten, so I asked about them, and I was told that they'd been in the pet store for two months already. That no one wants black cats (which blows my mind because she's GORGEOUS), and even though they'd dropped the price, no one was interested in them. And now that they weren't kitten-kittens anymore, they were even less likely to find a home.

Then they told me about her--about this beautiful sweetheart who purrs as soon as you pick her up, and snuggles up in your arms.

I picked her up. She stole my heart. And I brought her home two days later, thanks to a sweet and wonderful Academic Husband who indulges me even when I'm crazy and determined to turn into a crazy old cat lady.

More pictures below the cut... )

*(If you don't know, the cats names are all army acronyms. F.U.B.A.R: Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition, S.N.A.F.U: Situation Normal, All Fucked Up, T.A.R.F.U.N: Things Are Really Fucked Up Now. Some day? I'm totally getting a Beagle and calling it A.W.O.L)


Nov. 28th, 2007 05:16 pm
linden_jay: (Kitten--Cookie eated)
I has a new kitten


Nov. 26th, 2007 07:12 pm
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
I want another kitten.
linden_jay: (Firefly- If wishes were horses)
Moving Day!!!!

I don't think I've been this excited about moving since... hell, I don't even know. Maybe never. Most of my stuff I haven't seen in over four months, and the rest of it I haven't seen in nearly three YEARS, since we left it behind when we went to Ontario. I get my wedding dishes back, I get all my BOOKS that I abandoned, and most importantly, I get a place of my own that I actually get to live in with my HUSBAND again. It's like a Christmas miracle in September.

Of course, not everything is perfect (because nothing ever is). )

In other news, I might have a job. )

I can't imagine that I've got a big crew of lurkers or anything like that, but if you do read me via friendsfriends or someone elses friendslist, either on journalfen or livejournal, I may start flocking things a bit more, particularly if I am talking about work. So if that's something you'd want to read, and you're not on my flist, or I haven't friended you back (because I'm a space cadet about things like that), just holler at me by email (jay.linden at gmail dot com) or comment here that you'd like to be friended. I'm not about to go friends only or anything like that because most of the time I just really can't be bothered, and I prefer being public with most things, but yeah. You get the point.

AH is already starting to give me sideways looks which I'm translating to mean 'Jay, we really need to put the computer in a box NOW', so I'd better scamper off here. I'm hoping to be back later on tonight, but if not, I'll be stealing the laptop and finding some hot spots so I can still manage to be around at least some. Worst comes to worst, you'll be stuck with me again come the 21st.

And, just to kind of start gauging interest, is there anyone out there who'd be interested in reading an Alternate Reality which is a blend of Firefly and Heroes? Think the Firefly 'verse, but with the characters from Heroes, superpowers included. You'll be hearing about this more soon, since Ash and I've writing it for awhile, but it'd be shiny to know if there's a potential audience *g*.

See you soon! *loves*
linden_jay: (Bored Now.)
Yeah, I might be just a little bit excited about that. I'm sure it doesn't show *g*.

So instead of watering the lawn and cutting it today, which is what the original plan was, I am trapped in the house hiding from the really big, really cranky bear that's decided to hang around our place. Not the wee cute bear of a few days ago, but a bigassed mean male bear who's come down to look for food and is lurking around our house. I found this out this morning when I got up and found a note on the kitchen table, written in big black marker in my Dad's serial killer handwriting. Pretty amusing way to wake up.

My dad bought a few bear bangers just in case, which aren't nearly as dirty as they sound (I know you were all thinking about it!) A bear banger is like a cap and a firework combined, but without the light show, and with a delayed fuse. It looks like a pen, and you wear it in your pocket if you're walking in the woods, and if you need to scare away a bear, you take the safety off and fire this thing in the direction of the bear. It goes about 100 feet, and then goes off with a HUGE bang, which scares the fuck out of the bear and it runs away. Just don't fire it behind the bear, or it can get freaked out and run AT you. Not so good.

Also, I had my Dad watch Shut Up and Sing, and now we've got a brand new Dixie Chicks fan on our hands. It's pretty darned cute. I'm clearly going to have to burn him a few cd's.
linden_jay: (James Purefoy- giggle)
Well, first of all, yesterday there was a bear.

Wee, cute little bear, that ambled up and along the side lawn, past my house, and up into the meadow. I got a picture of it (maybe), but that'll have to wait until I burn off a whole roll of film (because yes, I am one of those crazy people who has not succumbed to the digital revolution). I have however gotten a cell phone after 5 years of not having one, but that's a whole different kettle of lampshades.

I also got an apartment. )

In other good news, my Nana is out of the rehab centre and back in her own place. )

Also, I haven't mentioned anything about it because I didn't want to jinx it, but I've been on a series of job interviews over the last week or so. )
linden_jay: (Natalie- SNL rap)
Thank you to everyone who responded to the post I made here. Unfortunately... plans changed.

Despite a whole series of conversations- the adoption place we dealt with talks with every member of the family before they release an animal to them, plus a home visit- the parents in the house (it was a family with adult children, early twenties) suddenly decided that they didn't want a dog after all. And then locked their kids out of the house until they got rid of 'it'.

So, 'it's' back in my living room again, panting and staring at the cats. Fucking brilliant.

It's not the adoption places fault, it's not the fault of the brother and sister, who were totally on board with everything- they even bought a brand new crate for him instead of accepting a loaner from the adoption place- and for a dog Loki's size, that's about $150 or more. But the parents.... Fuck you very much, people, for putting a whole bunch of us through the ringer. So glad that so much of my day was spent on something that half-broke my heart and now I'll have to go through all over again.

I want a do-over on the day, please. Or to just forget this one.


Jul. 23rd, 2006 04:16 pm
linden_jay: (Christian Kane- Something's Gotta Give l)

Some/many of you know that for the past... probably six months now, we've been having some problems with Loki, chief among them that his behavior towards our cats has become a massive issue. Even though we've had him since he was a puppy, the three of them (two cats, one dog) have never integrated well, which was all fine and whatever when he was fifteen to twenty pounds and a baby, but now that he's full-size and about sixty pounds, just isn't cool anymore.

Full story here. )

Pictures. )
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
So. My cat turned on the microwave last night. Was getting chased by the dog, and jumped up onto the microwave stand, wee back paws hitting the ever-so-convenient 'one minute' button at the top of the keypad.

Which promped me and the AH- at opposite ends of the living room to look at each other with much WTF in our eyes as we tried to figure out why the microwave was going.

And then me ass-hauling across the room to turn the cussed thing off... and falling down and giggling while the dog came over and decided just what I needed was a good lick across the nose.

Good times *snortgiggles*.

linden_jay: (Buffy BLEAH)
So- my dog Loki doesn't bark. Basically at all- we've worked really hard to train him out of it, because we live in an apartment, he's a big dog, and I don't want to get evicted for noise complaints. Plus, barking dogs make me crazy. The point is- it worked, and if he kind of grumble-barks four times in a week, that's the exception.

He's crated at night, which he loves, and he usually drops off fairly quickly after the Academic Husband goes to bed. Last night, about twenty minutes after they both crash, he barks. LOUD. So I go in, scold him, spritz him with water, and leave the room. Two minutes later, he barks again, bashing his crate around a bit like he's moving. I go back, scold him some more, totally confused, leave. (The AH, btw? Did not wake up once during this whole process). Another few minutes, and he barks AGAIN, even louder. So I go back, trying to find out, is one of the cats taunting him, is something wrong, does he need to go out...

... and I almost step in cat barf. Two piles of it, actually. Just a foot or two beyond Loki's crate.

Seems one of those mean, selfish cats set a treat out for him, just out of reach, and driving him crazy. Wicked teases, taunting him with that nummy smelling- *gags, cleans up cat barf, doesn't hear a peep out of puppy for the rest of the night*
linden_jay: (Mean Girls- Dramatic)
Ohfuckinghell so tired *cue much whining*

Puppy was a special treat this morning for no particular reason other than to be special. And whiny. And keep jumping towards the walls of his metal crate making loud clangy noises every single time one of the cats passed by. 'Cause god knows having cats around here- that's something Brand New *growls*

And now I'm awake and too cranky to sleep. Yeah, I know, it's 8:30am, but I went to bed at 4. Ugh. I can't already be asking for a do-over on the day when the sun's hardly up. Unless I can. Can I have one? Please?

In other news, I have a really random collection of songs that I don't have and I would really really love to have. *holds out begging bowl whilst looking v.v. cute*

- "Leaving on a Jet Plane" (as sung by Chantal Kreviazuk on the Armageddon soundtrack) (Thank you, [ profile] kristinholt!)
- From the South Park musical: Blame Canada, Kyle's Mom's a bitch, What would Brian Boitano do?, La Resistance
- "It's Oh So Quiet" (Bjork) ( Thank you, [ profile] notme!)
- "Ain't Goin' Down (Til The Sun Comes Up)", "The Thunder Rolls", "Friends in Low Places" (Thank you, [ profile] sally_simpson76) (Garth Brooks)
- Absolutely anyone singing "Fever"
- "Smooth Criminal" (Alien Ant Farm)
- "Ring Of Fire" (Joaquin Phoenix. I heard the trailer a LOT at work. I wanna hear the whole song) (Thank you, [ profile] mercyisme)
- "You Will Be My Ain True Love, The Scarlet Love" (Alison Krauss - Cold Mountain Soundtrack)

Told you it was a strange mix. OMG so TIRED! *cue more whining, goes off to bake*
linden_jay: (Jayne- lets be bad guys)
Okay- first of all OMG SABRINA LOVE YOU!!! I am a spoiled, spoiled girl who now has the Serenity tie-in comic with JAYNE on the cover- omg omg omg omg! You rock like a rocking thing what rocks, and I can't wait to show the AH. MWAH MWAH MWAH!

Second- OMG STUDENT LOAN! We finally finally finally- seeing as this is now a full two months after when we thought we were getting the AH's second student loan installment, and we've been totally driving on fumes for the past two months- gotten his second student loan installment. Seriously, I've not been this poor in a hell of a long time- my parents had to pay our dental bill, we've been living off of garlic toast and tomato paste spaghetti. Very-not-fun, but now we have MONEY! 'Course, it's borrowed money, but he's a student, what do we care for now- it's the way of it.

And money means clothes for Jay, clothes for Jay means actually being able to look for a job. Which of course is a mixed blessing in terms of me actually having to get off my ass, but still- again leads to money, which would be nice.

Finally, Loki was very well behaved for the rest of the day, slept nicely in his crate and let me get a nap, and actually didn't screw around too long when I took him on his walk tonight, since the AH won't be home until late. So I won't be selling him to the first person who offers me skittles after all.

Not a horrible day after all in the end- yay!
linden_jay: (Skeletor- bitch please)
Fell asleep. Just past 4am. Pretty good night for me, really, crashing that early.

5:30 am.

Loki: Starts whining. And whimpering. And crying. And doing everything that says 'Please, Daddy-AH, let me out of my crate, 'cause I have to pee right now, I know I never bother you this early except every other morning when I do, but please please please let me out and if you could feed me too that'd be really nice please please please please *whimperwhimperwhine bang paws against metal crate*

Jay: *lies very very still and silent between hissed yells at puppy to 'shut the fuck up for the love of sweet crispy Christ, looks at the AH*

AH: *is dead to the world from weekend and evening of marking ridiculously bad student papers.*

Loki: *continues as aforementioned*

Jay: *waits as long as possible, absolutely cannot fucking take it, gets up, lets puppy out of crate, storms outside with AH's boots and a hoodie on over duckie jammies, holds Loki by the collar and order him to 'fucking pee goddamn you'

Loki: *finds position of Mommy-Jay with hand at collar to be confusing and undignified, despite formerly mentioned need to pee. Sits down and stares up with big adorable stupid eyes*

Jay: *drags his ass back inside, gets goddamned leash, takes him back outside

Loki: Promptly leaps a few paces, almost dragging Jay into the snow, and proceeds to make the snow all yellow.*

Jay: *drags his ass BACK inside, shuts his ass BACK in the crate, gets back into bed with a giant huff, lays down.

*two minutes later*

Jay: Is wide fucking awake. 90 minutes sleep- go me. So. Not. Impressed. So- anyone want a dog?
linden_jay: (Jay doll)
I finally got a few pictures of Loki developed and put on photo cd, (I really need to get a scanner or digital camera *gripes*) so if you want to see puppy cuteness, tis all behind the cut... )

In slightly other news... I quit my job at the movie theatre. This probably seems a bit presumptuous considering that I haven't even interviewed for Stratford yet, (but give me two hours...) but it's been a decision that's been coming for some time now. I've got 4 days left, and even that is feeling like it's too long.

Sorry if I missed anyone I was meant to see last night- I actually went to bed early, (one am- aren't you all proud!) but I'll be back later on this afternoon/evening.

And now I go off to put on makeup for interviewy thing. Am I supposed to be nervous? Because I'm still not.

Hope I still actually own some makeup... hmmm...
linden_jay: (Hector so bad)
... sitting wrapped around my feet.

His name is Loki, he's an 11 week old King Shepherd cross, and he's just the most adorable thing ever.

My parents are gonna flip their shit.

Picture under the cut... not actually Loki, but a reasonable facsimile... )
linden_jay: (Jay- Sockpuppet)
I've fallen in love with a boy.

And my boy has fallen in love with a boy. A 10 week old King shepherd cross- similar to a German shepherd, but will be bigger. A lot bigger. Like, as big as 150 pounds, potentially.

And he's just so snuggly and fuzzy and cute and I love big dogs and I've wanted a dog for over 8 years since I moved out of my parents house and... *breathes*.

The girl who got him from a rescue group is having problems balancing between him and her 13 pound bichon frise, and...

Did I mention I live in a two bedroom apartment? Ohh, but I want him so much *squeaks*.

I'm so screwed.


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