Dear Life, Srsly?

Last night, our youngest wasn't pestering me in the kitchen while I was cooking dinner, so I knew something was going on. Sure enough, he was in a tiny kitty ball and running a fever.

Ossim semi-regularly crops up with mysterious fevers. At the last visit, his doctor said he believes Ossim may have FIV = compromised immune system. From what I have read on FIV, there isn't much to be done treatment-wise except staying on top of fevers and feeding a high protein diet. It is a contagious lenti-/retrovirus, transferable through deep bite wounds (saliva to blood), which would line up well with the way Ossim was found... about four weeks old, young for being away from the nest; nasty-scabby ear and a disturbingly large abscess which cropped up a few days later. Because he was tested for everything but (main concern: leukemia) when we found him, he has lived in our pounce this long and the cats do not play rough enough to cause concern, so we have opted to make no changes to his lifestyle.

Little Ossim Vunderstuft ♥s apples
Anyway, that's Ossim... who is currently hating me for forcing syringes (needle-less) of water into him every hour, will *really* hate me for taking him to the vet for the double poke (thermometer, antibiotic shot), and will be wishing me dead around day three of seven with the oral antibiotics, twice a day.


Otherwise, as of eight thirty this morning, we, apparently, have a power issue. Being that our house was erected in nineteen sixty-eight, it was not equipped for the electronic needs of today. We may be a special case, as we, at times, run five computers simultaneously... on top of televisions in the back two bedrooms, a couple of stereos, window air conditioners when it is hot, space heaters when it is cold, microwave, convection toaster oven, giant fridge, &c. Yeah, we are asking for it. And this morning, we received! ... a breaker which refused to be reset + two bedrooms and a corner of the den without power.

Priority shifted once again, I will be moving the Mister's computing area to a spot whose outlets are on a separate breaker and hopefully be finished in time for Ossim's appointment, then to a hardware store, where we will hopefully find a breaker for our obsolete breaker box. After which, with any luck, our electrician friend will come replace the breaker, as I am practically petrified when it comes to dealing with electricity. I'm no fool...