I have a sick kid and a sick cat. What fun!
Ultraviolet has been home all week with a fever and a sore throat, which isn't anything out of the ordinary. Every year we have several episodes of this sort, and while it's an inconvenience, it's nothing major. But I am hoping she'll be well in time to go back to school on Friday. You're probably thinking what's the point of sending her back to school for only one day before the weekend starts, but there's a good reason for it. See, Friday is Carnival Day at school, and this, being her last year at elementary school, is the last year she gets to dress up. She and one of her friends have decided to dress punk. Her costume has been ready since last weekend, and she had quite a lot of fun trying it on and doing a photo session...SAM hates the camera, but Ultraviolet loves it, and can pose for hours. So, she's all set. Now all she needs is for her throat to cooperate.
Here's Ultraviolet with an attitude:
And a close-up of her don't-mess-with-me makeup:
My husband came home while she was trying on her costume, and all he could say was, "That's scary!" Scary indeed. If Ultraviolet were a little taller, I sure wouldn't want to run into her in a dark alley. But I'm more than happy to let her dress up this way once a year, as long as it's only once a year.
And the cat? Well, I am hoping he'll be well before Friday too. Not because he has to go celebrate Carnival or anything, but because I would really like him to stop throwing up on my rug.
Why is it that cats always throw up on rugs or furniture, and not on the easy-to-mop kitchen floor?
I think he must have a giant hairball or something because he's making that weird wheezing sound cats make when they have hairballs. He gets enough grass to purge himself, but this must be one hell of a hairball, so drastic measures are in order. I asked The Professor to bring home a tube of malt paste, which is supposed to be a very effective remedy. Give the cat a blob of paste, and in a few days he's hairball free. Sounds easy enough, or so I thought. Every cat I've ever known loves malt paste. I swear they must put catnip or some other feline recreational drug in it, because they go nuts for this stuff. Our other cats even used to come running from the other end of the house as soon as I started unscrewing the cap.
Yes, all cats have Vulcan hearing...they can even hear things like you thinking about giving them a bath, and then they opportunely hide themselves in the last place you'd look. So, a little tip to all you cat owners, the next time you are planning on giving your cat a bath, think of a nice juicy steak. Then, grab the cat and throw him into the water before he knows what hit him.
Anyway, back to the anti-hairball paste. It turns out that our cat is not like every other cat. No, this cat runs away as soon as he sees me with the tube in my hands. So I, being the highly intelligent person that I am (well, okay, at least I'm smarter than my cat), tried a new trick. I smeared a dab of paste on each of his front paws. Anyone who knows anything about cats will tell you that cats hate being dirty, and having something sticky on their paws warrants a thorough paw licking. Between having sticky paws and having to eat something he finds absolutely repulsive, he chooses to go with the bath every single time. Not without giving me a dirty look first, but he eats the paste. Ha! I outsmarted you, cat.
Now if only I could get my kids to eat broccoli the same way.