Crisis averted

Murry has recovered. With the help of some lactulose and the questionable use of metoclopramide my cat is back to normal. Phew. I don't think I could have gone through another surgery with him.

We had a BBQ on Saturday. Lots and lots of food.

It was also one of our friend's dog's birthdays. So we had a dog cake.

This would have been all well and good. However, when I walked in I was greeted by my best friend sitting next to her ex-boyfriend on the couch. Her emotionally and verbally abusive ex-boyfriend. Her ex-boyfriend who I hate more than anything. The thing that shocked me the most is that she has apparently been talking to him for a while now. When they broke up it was horrible. She was broken and I had to pick up the pieces. The goal was to get her to stop talking to him because every time she did he made her believe she was a horrible person. After a little while I thought we were there. She wasn't talking to him, she was crushing on some other guy and everything was happy. And then all of a sudden this. The worst part is that she didn't tell anyone she was talking to him again, which means she knows we would tell her not to.

And then all of a sudden he shows up. Not even a text from her to warn me. As if nothing happened. And he's all trying to joke around with me as if everything is still okay. He is such a toxic person. Its like having a friend with a drug problem who refuses to get help. Arg. I dislike this situation.

Its days like this I'm glad I'm single. Boys are more trouble than they're worth.

Stupid cat . . .

My stupid cat is sick again. Murry has this horrible habit of eating everything in my house. No really, everything. Clothing, socks, stuffed animals, wires, shoes, towels, etc. Nothing is sacred to this cat.

What usually happens is that Murry eats something, it bothers his stomach, he throws up a couple of times, and then he feels okay. Every now and then, though, he obstructs himself and he starts to feel really ill. He just sort of sits around all day (which is completely unlike him because usually he's causing trouble around the house and trying to find things to eat) and vomits lots of fluid. The last time this happened the end result was this:

And what was it that we pulled out? Well, after carefully dissecting the offending object we determined that it was a cotton ball.

A while ago my mom gave me this drawstring pouch to put my jewelry in when I traveled. Normally I'm very good about keeping it away from the cats but I woke up this morning to see that it was on the floor. I must have left it on my dresser by accident. It was clear that Murry had consumed a significant portion of the drawstring. Linear foreign body anyone? So far I've been lucky, the last time he at a string-like substance (specifically my favorite string bikini) he passed it. He may still pass what's ailing him now but I don't know. I might have to take him in to school with me tomorrow.

As much as I complain about Murry destroying my house I really do love him more than anything. I never had pets (aside from two parakeets when I was a kid) before Lexy and Murry. They pretty much rule my life and I would do anything for them. I live alone so they're all I have to come home too. Murry usually greets me at the door like a dog and spends the night curled up at my head or feet. Lexy is an angel and I can't sit on the couch without her in my lap. Seeing Murry hurting like this just makes me want to cry. I hope he's okay, I don't know what I'll do with myself if he isn't.