Ever since I had to take the diabetic-fatass cat in for dental work last week, he's going through a round of not wanting to eat the food that he's supposed to eat. Finicky little bastard.
It makes trying to keep his diabetes in check more difficult, as I can't give him his regular dose of insulin, as it'll crash his blood sugar levels and at best he'll get all dopey and poop all over the house. At worst he goes into convulsions and we immediately rack up a couple grand in emergency vet costs.
He's done this before, and it takes about a week or so for the Battle of Lardo's Menu to sort itself out. He usually "loses"...in other words, he finally eats something resembling what he's supposed to and gets his insulin so he stays relatively healthy(as healthy as a 16-year old cat with diabetes and almost no teeth can be, anyway). This time, he's being an extra-big jerk about the whole food issue. Ever tried to force-feed a cat? It's not fun and I don't recommend it. Having a shower afterwards to scrub off all of the food-infested cat drool is mandatory.
If anyone wants a used cat, I'll send him to you. Airholes in the mailing receptacle optional.
Stuff update: when I was searching for something completely different, I found both my latest pair of sunglasses and my official Fight Crew tank top. That still leaves my favorite watch(missing since last August) and my fave CD case full o' homemade CD's still lost in another dimension. I win some, I lose some.