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N-cat is afraid of his new bed, which is one of those things that are sort of C-shaped, with an area for the cat to sleep and then a hood-like overhang. B-cat has settled into it happily and has spent almost all of the last 18 hours there. Plan C for the N-cat, as this is the second bed that mostly just scared him (the first was the giant strawberry), is to get him the kind of bed usually reserved for small dogs, a circle with a little dip in the front rim to make it easier to get in-and-out. I am watching every little sneeze in the N-cat - "does he sneeze? does he cough? do his lips or tongue ever look blue?" "well, not his tongue, but he IS 'blue', so his lips are that blue-grey color." aieee. aieee. aieee. I want to get him out of Florida so he won't have to deal with as many thunderstorms. They terrify and stress him. This can't be good for his little heart.

I had cat dreams last night too. Cats on the brain. Worried about cats. Clear and understandable. I did not go visit D-cat today, so I won't see him til Monday. My mom took him one of his towels that he likes to sleep on, even though his "room" in the kitty hospital has a towel on the floor (which I'm happy to say is NOT wire mesh).

I'm just... not in a very good place, mentally. Distractable. Melancholic. I overslept. I forgot to take my Paxil the last night or two, so just at the moment I feel spaced out and my lips are going numb (this will be remedied shortly). I have so much work to do, and don't know where to begin. I can't have any more bad news in the next few weeks. I'll implode.