the poor cat...

okay, so here are some test results for kichon/keeshaun/keysean:
(mind you, i've not a clue what these mean, but they are not good:

ALT: normal range between 10-100; his is 626.
Bilirubin: normal is .1-.4; his is 10.3.
Another one that i can't recall: normal is between 6 and 102; his is 888.

so although these tests (and their names) are somewhat cryptic to me, the prognosis is no good. although he is eating a little more voluntarily, so maybe we can turn it around yet. but the kiddo was wondering about the results, so she is aware that he may not last too long.

enjoying the a/c in the bedroom a great deal right now. already counting down the days until abbey is back in school (a month and a half), just so that she can be more...scheduled.

our two smallest kittens -- zebra and chewbacca -- were play-fighting tonight and they jumped up in the air toward each other, ala The Matrix -- it was sweet.

hoping for the tar-feathering process of karl rove, but also fully aware of the habit of w. not to keep his word. so we'll see what happens. if only people would take to the streets about this the way they took to the streets for michael jackson...one lady released doves, for f**ks sake!

so there's all the political stuff i have in me. i've not really commented on the bombing in london, except to say that i'm glad that david and tanuel are well and were not caught in harm's way. that harm, he's a bastard. and he's got chronic halitosis. and bloodshot eyes.

so now what is my comment? the official "it's blog, it's blog" comment? that is to say that the brits got right back on the buses/trains without a beat. they got back on in droves and to that i say "cheers!"