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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[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

There' somthing to this notion that animals have souls. You have a clear bond with Min, and that sort of thing is priceless.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I think she took one look at me -- stumpy grumpy and limpy -- and decided "That's my kind of human!"

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

Don't forget the coin-bouncy bottom.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Alas, that was at the peak of my cycling days. The accident that caused the limpiness has seen it become more of a not too bad considering bottom. I need to move to a city where I can put in 150km a week on the roads without being run over.

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

I have a mountain bike. We used to cycle every Sunday before I got pregnant - tried once or twice while I was pregnant but it was too hard. Too knackering. I have an extra wide seat, but I still have to lift the side flaps up to be able to disengage my bum or else the vacuum effect would keep my stuck to the saddle indefinitely.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Hee! My friend Trace used to have the same complaint. So we found her a recumbant bike that allowed her to cycle from a comfortable reclining position. What I forgot to factor in was that these bikes are immensely more efficient than my standard model. So I went from being Ms Here Let Me Go Slowly For You, to Ms Please Just Let Me Stop And Breathe.

Extra wide seats with gel are beautiful things for any arse.

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

I even have some of those oh-so attractive lycra shorts with the suede gusset. I've never worn them without pants on though, despite the temptation.

:D

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I love those! I suspect they kept me alive ... I used to have a 20km commute to one of my jobs down a highway and then along three busy roads, all of which were full of work-destined motorists and lorries, almost all of which were driven by men. I would wear a pair of lycra shorts or tights with a flippy miniskirt over the top and a lycra top with a push-up bra underneath. I rode in and out at the same time every day. Lorry drivers would wait patiently behind me until a safe overtaking opportunity presented itself, motorists would wave and grin as they drove past. It was the safest I ever felt cycling in Sydney.

One day I hit some glass and punctured my tyre, so stopped by the side of the road to fix it. Two cars stopped to help me, and both the drivers said "Cycling girl! Good to meet you!" They didn't press phone numbers on me, they were polite and helpful, but they both joked about how it was cheery to see me in my little flippy skirts every morning and afternoon doing my bit against global warming.

I recounted this story to a friend in the lift at work the next day. I jokingly said "But I'm left wondering why the women motorists don't cause me grief."

She grinned and said "It's because they're all running the cost-benefit analysis: is it worth turning up at work covered in sweat and with hair like a bird's nest for those thighs? Or should I just kick it harder at he gym?" Up until then I had been convinced the deodorant was working ...

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

*snorts*

Brilliant story. Just brilliant.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I have to say that Cycling Girl was one of my preferred alter-egos. My favourite band once bought me drinks after a gig and told me that they all called me Nice Girl because I had been to see them play dozens of times and never once attempted to sleep with the lead singer. I was too chuffed that they liked me to confess it was because I actually fancied his brother, but considered him miles out of my league due to his Ineffable Mystique.

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

ROFLMAO. That's an even better story! Was this an Aussie band btw?

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

An Aussie band I used to see in England and Norway. It wasn't until the next day that I started to think "Nice? Me?!"

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

By 'nice' they probably meant 'stalkerish' and 'weird'.

:D

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Oh I stalked Nick Cave far more. And Billy Bragg for a little while.

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

You're going to tell me you were watching Black metal bands, aren't you? I can't think of any other musical connection between Norway and England.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

No, that was The Triffids. They were the band that really made me keen on Australian music -- up until then I had always thought that the Birthday Party and Nick Cave were British.

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

*snert*

I never really 'got' Nick Cave. I was more metal than Goth, although I did the whole Bauhaus thing at 12 to 14.

[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.

[no-mad-skillz.livejournal.com]

I did the whole Bauhaus thing at 12 to 14

*butts in*

I was wondering why the conversation had veered from Nick Cave and Billy Bragg (two of my ex's favorites, btw) to architecture. Thank God for Google, or I might have looked really foolish.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Is OK, I had a long period of being confused a few years ago when all the young people started talking about Franz Ferdinand. I thought it was a big WWI fad ...