So here we are on vacation in Utah. It has been a great time so far spent with family and friends. We are a little low on sleep, thanks to our little stinker, Marina. We discovered shortly after we arrived that she had some top teeth coming through. During the day, she doesn't seem to even notice any discomfort, but at night, she flips the switch and decides that no one should sleep. I think we have a little Gremlin on our hands. She is cute and lovable all day, but then someone gives her a drink of water after midnight and she is up attacking people all night.
In the two weeks that we have been here, Marina has advanced in leaps and bounds. As I said earlier, she is getting her top teeth (though one at a time, so she looks a little bit like trash) but also, she decided after we got here that she wanted to stand up and push this toy baby stroller all over the room; if you remove her, you will get an earful. And another thing, she has spontaneously started speaking, uttering "Uh-Ohs" and "All Dones" with her curiously deep voice. And she is also working on an impressive mullet of blondish hair (how in the world do my kids have blond hair?).
And then there is my boy... Eli has actually been rather well behaved here in Utah, although he is singing to himself in his room instead of napping as I type this. He has had his usual ridiculous moments like loudly asking me how my boobies are feeling while we were having lunch with my former boss today.
But as usual, a bit of drama has found me here in Utah. I got a text from my sister yesterday saying our butthead cat, Lorenzo, had savagely bitten her when she refused to give him a bit of attention that he craved. As with most cat bites, her wound looked bacteria-filled instantly so she was forced to go to the doctor. At Prompt Care, she was required to fill out some paper work pertaining to the animal bite. It asked all kinds of information about the cat that had bitten her. She called to warn me and I told her it was fine. Then today, I got a message from an unknown number. It was animal control calling to tell me that they received a report of our cat biting a human and there were a number of requirements that we would be forced to meet in order to comply with county procedures. I would need to get my cat to a vet within 24 hours of the bite and have him accessed. Then I would need to lock up my cat in a 10-day confinement, either at the vet's office or within my home, in a quarantine type of situation. During that 10 days, he would need to be locked up anytime an outsider came into the house. Then at the end of the 10 days, I need to bring him back to the vet to be re-evaluated and they would report back to animal control. I called them back to ask if they were really serious. Yes they were. They did agree to wait until I get home before requiring me to take Lorenzo to the first vet evaluation. I understand that you can't have animals running around biting people but for Pete's sake! So, as soon as I get home, we have to once again add more dollars (that we don't have) to Lorenzo's liability. Stupid cats! But I am standing firm against Mark's suggestion that we should just put him down, though if he bites someone else, I'm not sure if my objections will be heeded... Maybe I should ask the vet if anything can be done about his unabashed blanket humping tendency while I'm at it.
I must get back to our destruction of someone else's house.
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