It's not good ...

[blamebrampton]

Just back from emergency cat hospital. Min was gasping for breath when she came in this evening so we whisked her over to our vet and they popped her on oxygen and then sent us over to the specialist vet on the other side of the Bridge.

Our local vet was all: they can give her better treatment and help her to get some more air in, and she might need to stay there overnight.
Emergency vet was rather: prepare yourself for the worst, she may well not make it.

We are now back home, very sombre, and just hoping that emergency vet is one of those "I'll give you the worst-case scenario because then I'll look really good when it doesn't happen" people.

I am very worried. I know she's just a cat, but she's our Min cat and she's a part of the household. Not to mention her many fans around the neighbourhood -- she's the most famously bad tempered cat in the Inner West and people take it as a mark of achievement if they can convince her to let them pat her.

On the less important to me side, this meant the 6am USEST Springsmut posting was late (I was roped into that this afternoon when I foolishly answered an IM from nqdonne. I should know only to chat with her in her mornings when it is always amusing goss time.) If you know anyone who was deeply disturbed by that, just reassure them that it was an actual emergency.

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[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I believe there was a rule that said one must do the Bauhaus thing.

I went out with a boy who looked EXACTLY like Nick Cave for a while, it was v odd. And he was a musician, which was even odder.

The Norwegian metal scene was very good, even though I wasn't into it I was really aware of a lot of talent.

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

It got big after I'd been through that phase, TBH. I read a book a few years ago, 'the lords of chaos', all about the Varg Vikernes, who murdered one of his rivals because they got into some sort of competitive Satanism about burning churches down. Or something.

Completely bonkers.