Food time at Annelon has become unexpectedly complicated.

I wander downstairs in the morning, and I have a herd of cats at my heels, whining that they're *hungry*. Hungry kitties. I starve them, you see, by not leaving a big bowl of food down overnight and not giving them food whenever it comes into their fuzzy little heads to demand some. (Or so they claim.)

So I do the Kitty Food Call ("Kikikikikikikikikikiki!"), pull out the big food bin, and begin feeding the cats.

First Juniper, because he's the easiest. He eats on the floor under the telephone, and he gets regular dry food. I haul out the bag of prescription food for Lilith and put most of a scoop into her bowl, which she starts snarfing gleefully. I close the bin and put it away, pick up Lilith and Kallisti's bowls, and go into the kitchen.

I pop into the fridge and pull out two cat food cans--one, the wet version of the prescription food that Lilith is on, and the other a can of....Friskies. The *only* food I've found that doesn't make Kallisti vomit all over the place. (We're now down to vomiting only once every three or four days instead of after every meal. I can live with that.) I pop the half can of Friskies into the bowl and put it into the microwave for about thirteen seconds to warm it up. While that's going, i scoop out a couple of tablespoons of the prescription food and plop it onto Lilith's food. She demands her own wet food, you see. If she has some of her own, she doesn't steal Kallisti's.

When Kallisti's food is warmed, I take it to the sink, add a little bit of water, and mush it up until it's a nice near-liquid consistency. Then I take the bowls and put them at the assigned cat feeding stations--Lilith on top of one of the low bookcases, Kallisti on a chair across the room from everyone.

I don't have to remind everyone any more than they belong in their spots and should only eat out of their own bowls, thank goodness.

Such excitement. The wonder! The glory! The smell of warm cat food! (ewwwwwwwwwwwww.)

I've come down with my annual summer cold, a few weeks behind schedule. (I chronicled last year's cold, too.) I am taking Vitamin C up the wazoo, sucking on zinc lozenges, drinking echinacea tea, having TheraFlu every few hours. Honey lemon TheraFlu is the worst-tasting medicine in the whole world. You can tell they wanted it to taste okay, but it tastes overly sweet and not nearly lemony enough. And it leaves this nasty coating on my tongue.

It does, however, do the job it's supposed to do, which is to clear my head out long enough to accomplish some work. I am working on beating this cold back because I have a plane to catch on Saturday. If I can kick-start my immune system into cleaning up these cold germs, I have a decent chance of being mostly snot-free (and non-contagious) by Saturday morning.

I've been keeping quiet, doing only what I really have to do and playing Starcraft the rest of the time. I adore Starcraft, especially playing with cheats. I'm not in this game to make up little strategies and be clever, i'm in this game to play in God mode and distract my enemy with indestructable little minions. I'm on the fourth Protoss campaign right now.

Blow shit up. it's what everyone needs to do when they're sick.

I'm making slightly frantic preparations to go to the Midwest. I'm getting a laptop, so I'll be able to log in from the road, so I should be able to write an entry or two while I'm gone.

I'm sure you're all thrilled, aren't you?

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