Bad horror movies and new skills

I have a cold that just won't go away, so I decided to spend the day on the couch in my sweats getting some knitting done. The last year I've gotten stagnant in my knitting, so when the winter schedule for The Yarnery came out last fall I signed up for a few classes. The first class was toe up socks two at a time on magic loop, and I just finished that this past week. I finished through the heel of one sock, and I'll finish the other heel this afternoon. After that it's just a few inches of stockinette to finish the cuff.



Now that football is done I'm back to dredging the depths of Netflix for entertainment. I have no idea what the name of this movie is, but it's full of cliched dialog and has a panty sniffing psycho, so I don't see myself bothering to check the name. Whisper has informed me that this movie is bullshit. I've informed him that his opinion doesn't count, and whatever we watch next will probably be worse.

It only gets weirder.

Only I could have blended family problems with cats.

When Aaron moved in, his two cats came with him. Xanadu is doing fantastic. She's settled in, she's eating and laying in windows, and aside from a few domestic disputes with Doyle, doing awesome.

Baloo is not. He refuses to eat. We were able to coax him to eat by cycling through different kinds of food, giving him attention, etc., but at the end of last week he started refusing to eat anything. Monday morning he went into the vet, and spent two days getting IV fluids and meds. He's jaundiced, and while fatty liver from not eating is the likely culprit, it's always possible he has some other type of liver infection/disease.

He's home now, with a stack of meds we have to give him everyday and we have to watching him like a hawk to make sure he doesn't get dehydrated again, and he keeps eating. Luckily my vet is willing to work with me on supportive care issues to keep expenses down. If he does start getting dehydrated they'll let me give him fluids at home and willing to teach me how to tube feed him if necessary to keep nutrition in him. But what I really wish, is that they'd given me the prescription for the kitty prozac.