tolerating each other in sleep

ok

so the stupid cat saga is finally over (i think).

i picked banjo up from the vet on thursday afternoon. she'd been given anti-venom and been on a drip all night, and when they handed her back to me she seemed so small and quiet. for those of you who know banjo, small you my understand, quiet? no, not so much.

as i walked out the door i was told that she had licked her arm where the drip was, where they'd just put some anti-sticky-stuff so the tape wouldnt pull her fur out. 'it tastes really yucky', they said.

ok, whatever. my cat isnt dead, im going home.

except that when i got her home she started foaming at the mouth, so much so that she looked as if she had a beard. and along with her beard was the facial movements and sounds of someone who doesnt like peanut butter, and has some stuck to the roof of their mouth and they cant get it off. and add to that the fact that she still couldnt walk properly, and was moving in the cat equivalent to an old crouched over man who needs a walking frame, except that he's forgotten his walking frame (prolly because of the peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth), but he's soldiering on anyhow.

so crouchycrawlybeardcat and i stared at each other for the rest of hursday until i went to see pans labyrinth* with brett.

oh

my

god

go and see this film. just do it. dont think about it. dont try and see if you can fit it in to your busy schedule. just go and see the film now.

wonderful and cruel, beautiful and violent, there is so much in this movie. you must see it.

if you need someone to go with, let me know. im more than happy to go again.

*not to be confused with davis bowies labyrinth, although this guy looks a little bit like the helping hands sarah gets caught by when she thinks she's figured out the 'one of us always tells the truth, and one of us always lies' riddle.

except i dont think they eat faeries or children


last night i went to the mars bar for kristins hens night. never been there before. was quite a good night. somehow it ended up with some drummer from some band covered in blood and boys brimming with testosterone, walking around with their chests sticking out, and kim in the boot of a hatchback, but it was all good

actually

shes not fine

she hobbled across the backyard this morning as i was hanging out the washing

back legs are stopping working

she's at the vet

again, i'll let you know

alright. i have retold this story so many times now, that i probably could just look at my fingers and say 'go!' and they'd fly all over the keyboard and type it for me, BUT, i also cant be bothered doing that. instead i shall copy and paste from an email. get over it.

*huge big sigh*

ok

she's ok, here's the story...

im sure you've heard that australia has some the most venemous animals in
the world. and the brown snake is up there with the best of them. this one
was about 30-45 centimetres long, and about as thick as my finger. the snake
man said it was about 3 years old.
id just gone to the toilet and was washing my hands and happened to look out
the window. banjo was in pouncing position, so i kept watching, wondering
what she was going for, thinking it was probably just a leaf. but then i saw
something fly up into the air that had no legs and wasnt leaf shaped and i
managed to stay quite calm and run out there and just stand there and say
fuck.
then i got a bucket and tried to put it on top of the snake while banjo
still had it by its tail, but the snake started striking at the bucket so i
stopped that pretty quickly. i went inside and called personimustnevermention but he was at
work, so i called the council and they gave me a snake catcher number, and
when i called them, the snake had gone into the hose ive conected to the
washing machine so the used water can come out and water the grass (you
know, driest state, driest continent and all that), so the snake man said to
put a wet towel over the end of it and he'd come get it. then i took banjo
to the vet and they kept her there for about 5 hours.
when i got back from the vet the snake man had the snake and he showed me
all the bite marks along its body. he said that chances are, each time banjo
bit the snake, the snake would have bitten back. that meant about 4 or 5
bites. brown snakes kill people, so i was freaking out. so i sat down after
he left and had a cry, thinking that banjo was the stupidest, most retarded
cat in the entire world. and that telling the kids that she was dead would
be the hardest thing i'd ever have to do.
i called the vet at about 5 and she said to come get her. that she hadnt
shown any signs of being bitten so far, but i have to keep an eye on her for
the next 12 hours.

so that was my day

how was yours? not so snakey?

i think she's ok

i think she's ok

when im not exhausted from attempting to trap a snake and then thinking all day that my cat is going to die, i'll write more

banjo is at the vet. shes almost definately been bitten. the snake catcher came out and got the snake. it was just a bit longer than a ruler, and about as thick as my finger.

same sort that kills people all the time

snake had bite marks all over it so banjo could have been bitten more than once

i'll let you know