It's a bubble wrap kinda day

First I took Kanda and tried to take Schrodinger to the vet. One neighbor sees me box up Dingy (who freaked more than any animal I've seen outside of wild ones about this). He says one of our neighbors claimed it. Sure enough the guy does have a cat bed and a feeder on the porch.I tell him it's not good for an animal to be out in 20 degree weather (because it's FINALLY the weather it should be) and that it could be very bad for the kitten to be outside. He said he'd talk to him and I let Dingy go.

Now I have NO idea how Kanda knew I was taking him anywhere.I got up, put on make up, did my hair and dressed like always. Made my tea got my diabetic shake and took one look at him and he was GONE. Don't tell me pets aren't psychic because I'm calling bullshit on that. I did nothing different that I do any other morning. He went under the goddamn couch. Now he's in the back of it but you can't flip my couch forward b ut it tips over backwards easily. So I do that but he's firmly grasping the carpet. Kanda is 19 inches long (and the vet weighed fatty out at 15.6 pounds) so I can't hold up the couch and get him. So I squat down (Have I mentioned I have arthritis in both ankles, both knees and lower back?) and put the couch ON my back and drag his ass out (thank god I have a cheap as shit, lightweight couch).

We get to the vet a little late and a pitbull puppy named Buster wants to BE MY FRIEND in the worst way. I kept hearing birds trilling then I realized it was the puppy. He was making bird noises. Then the vet's Jenny started LOUDLY telling us the story of how hungry she was. Meanwhile I'm trying to read because the vet is delayed by a dog who had an ear infection and needed hair removed from said ear and I start thinking about ELD. Sure enough out bounces a Schnauser who runs not to his person but to ME and flings himself on me. He also has a skin condition from a flea allergy so he's kinda smelly but dammit I'm going to LOVE HIM or else.

I go in for my appt and the vet says she would have taken the kitten. I tell her I think Kanda has tumors, probably lipomas, since they're movable and not fixed (cancer is often a hard, immovable tumor) and that he has a hernia.I have always been good at diagnosis. I missed my calling.I should have been House (only more accurate and costing the hospital less). She doesn't really believe me until she starts feeling him up.Her eyes open wide. He does have a hernia (closed so she's not worried.I just need to keep an eye on it) and he does have benign tumors, probably lipomas. We also talking about a new flea med (he might barf, whee) and me sending her students to shadow and the fact we have changed our programs so students don't have to go to OU to get classes they need for vet school.

On my way out, I meet Fritz who is GORGEOUS. I want him. He looks like a cross between a husky and a german shepard. He has a husky face/body, dark grey/black/white husky fur streaked with brown, brown on his face, a racoon tail and flopped ears. He wanted to play with Kanda so bad, kow towing ot the cage and Kanda was just watching.

I go to the office, my arms killing me from lifting the couch and carrying Kanda. I DO put in for my promotion. Wish me luck.

I talk to the neighbor when I'm home. Only one of the two was home. They thought the vet and shelters would kill Dingy which is why they're caring for (the shelters would). I tell him the vet wants to place the kitten and the guy who bought all this stuff is ALLERGIC, badly.He can't take Dingy in.I tried to talk to him later but he wasn't there. I may run Dingy to the vet after all.

I did manage to get the laundry down without hurting myself and picked up chile rellenos for dinner (Yum) but my whole living room is trashed by moving the couch.I ignore that to wrap more presents and I paper cut the entire tip of my pinkie finger so it's gaped open like a fish.

Then I reheat some tea and slam the microwave door into my wrist PIERCING it with the prongs. Thank god those are plastic these days and it didn't penetrate too far because it was literally right over my radial artery (where you take the pulse). That was nearly blood everywhere and stitches. (also I do not know how the hell I shut the door on my own hand)

then I made the bed and got in the shower only to discover something just bit me (and I'm hoping to hell it's NOT in my bed) I have three bites (complete with fang holes) on my other wrist right where the piercing is on the other.

Time to sit quietly.

and I want to go here so bad The Green Dragon Pub