April 5th, 2008


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Poor Ben is sick as a dog.

I've got him on the antibiotics, and I don't know what else I can really do, but he's definitely miserable. He's mostly stopped the mad sneezing, but continues to be snorfly and his eyes are watering, which makes mine water in sympathy. His breathing has the cloggy sound of a stuffed up nose, and he's fairly lethargic and spending most of the day either in bed or atop the cable box (although he's still able to get up, use the litterbox, grab some wet food, smack Angus, sit on the desk, and sneeze emphatically into my food. Thanks, big guy.) And he still resists being pilled, thank god.

But I spent last night exiled to the side of the bed, and he didn't get up once, just laid there, and even though he doesn't have the death rattle breathing that makes me think his lungs are filling up, he's obviously feeling crappy.

I'm trying not to freak out--when I get sick, I don't expect to be made better instantly, and I figure that even with the antibiotics, it's just got to run its course, it's only been about four days, and he's only been acting sick for two. Still, it's my Ben. So I'm taking him in today--maybe they can up the antibiotics, or at least reassure me that no, he's not developing pneumonia, which is my major concern.

Fortunately Angus continues to bounce around and appears healthy as a little horse.

Sick cat is not good on top of painful tax bill, but hey, it's only money.

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Well, the word from the vet is that Ben is probably gonna be wretched for another five to seven days, but this, too, shall pass.

Also, he may have kitty herpes. Lovely.

On the bright side, he came back negative on a retest for FIV/feline leukemia, so thank Ganesh for that.

Now he's got more antibiotics and eye ointment so that he doesn't get eye ulcers in case it IS kitty herpes. The vet showed me how to apply the ointment, and handed me the tube.

"Ah," I said. "Hmm. Erythromyacin."

"Is that a problem?"

"Well, it causes me to die, but I'm sure I can just--"


(Okay, erythromyacin actually just causes me to turn red and itch and have difficulty breathing, but as my doctor once pointed out, that's one end of the spectrum that ends in death, so I should just avoid it.) So new meds were assigned, and I was told not to pet Ben's head for awhile.

I've also been told to give him the stinkiest food I can find, since he can't smell through the congestion, which is killing his appetite. So Ben is now getting canned mackerel, and the cheapest, stinkiest salmon available until this clears up--the distress it will cause at the other end is considered minor compared to actually making sure he gets fed.

It's a good thing I love you more than money, cat...

The "Help Ursula Appease The Government" Print!

Well gang, I owe the government big time, (and naturally Ben picked this moment to become ill) so I figure we'll try something a little silly and a little daring!

To that end, I've done a painting: The Taxman

So here's what I'm thinkin'. The Taxman is going to be a limited edition jumbo print, but I don't know how big an edition yet. S'up to you guys. For $25 plus shipping, you can order one now--send an e-mail to ursulav (at) metalandmagic.com or a note via DA or something. (I can't keep track if you just say you want one in the comments, so please, send an e-mail!)

I'll take orders right up until April 15th, and however many got ordered, that'll be the size of the edition, plus two (I'll keep the first and last for a pair of upcoming shows that need filling--he's close enough to a Strange Bird to shove a print into the August show.)

I have no idea how well this is going to work. It may be an edition of two if nobody likes the piece, it may be an edition of fifty if a lot of people do--we'll find out! Come April 15th, the edition closes, I'll do the print run, sign and number them, and send 'em out, and that'll be the last they'll be available unless you A) hit one of those two shows or B) somebody decides to part with theirs.

I really don't expect this to be a huge seller or anything, but hey, any little bit to appease Uncle Sam...