taleya: (Rats)
:P

Shortnote: Pug is terrified of dishes deeper than ~2cm. No, we have no idea why. She's fine with sinks, bathtubs, litter boxes, hell, any box regardless of depth. In and out of them like nobody's business. But if it's a food receptacle, she's terrified. No matter how badly she wants the food, she won't go for it. She'll dance around it in little circles of frustration, do little darts back and forth and stare at us until we move the food into a more suitable dish.

And now it turns out Poppet has similar issues with cutlery (discovered when trying to give her antibiotics)

She hates spoons. She hates forks. She will full on attack them - and not biting attacks, but aggression batting attacks, smacking them viciously with her paws until they go away. So now she gets her meds in a little dish as opposed to a lovely spoon like everyone else.

Rats. *throws hands up in air*

blaarghhhh

Dec. 1st, 2011 09:38 pm
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Is it weekend yet? *flomps*

Seriously starting to run on empty. Two weeks straight of ten hour shifts will do that. Starting to get irrationally angry at people for doing Stupid Shit That People Do, and considering Le Buttmonkey continues to reduce the tensile strength of the ice upon which he skates, this cannot end well.


Bashed out another couple parts of fic, - actually argued viciously with them for a couple of days. Still not terribly happy with it. Grr. I think the main issue is that I'm mostly a method writer, and what I was writing not only struck close to home, it then proceeded to extend a series of pseudopods, strolled through my kitchen into the lounge, set up shop on the couch and is now watching a series of trashy reality shows while it eats all my popcorn. Which is well and good, except the character actually requires some sort of vindication and closure, and yeah, as we all know, that shit just doesn't happen. Personally I just learned to stop caring. Kicked a pile of sand over that cat crap and called it done. Not really an option for the character though. I have the feeling I got lost in the clockwork looking for the mainspring.

Grrr. Raar. Etc.

Ratties are all socialised together now and much happier. Pug's occasional bitchstorms have astonishingly reduced to zero. Looks like all she needed was a minion. And Poppet frankly adores her. Bubbles still has moments of "but, but, you still love meee?" but snuggles are never a paucity in our house, so she's coming along. And snappy has turned out to be the most sociable little shitbag on the face of the planet. Never seen you before? No idea who you are? Doesn't give a shit, she just strolllls on right up and says howdy-doo :D

Tree day. Better put the fucker up. I generally refuse to pander to the christmas madness until at least December first, but consider the Harvey Norman down the road is already advertising "BOXING DAY SALE" I should get a wriggle on.

blaarghhhh

Dec. 1st, 2011 09:38 pm
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Is it weekend yet? *flomps*

Seriously starting to run on empty. Two weeks straight of ten hour shifts will do that. Starting to get irrationally angry at people for doing Stupid Shit That People Do, and considering Le Buttmonkey continues to reduce the tensile strength of the ice upon which he skates, this cannot end well.


Bashed out another couple parts of fic, - actually argued viciously with them for a couple of days. Still not terribly happy with it. Grr. I think the main issue is that I'm mostly a method writer, and what I was writing not only struck close to home, it then proceeded to extend a series of pseudopods, strolled through my kitchen into the lounge, set up shop on the couch and is now watching a series of trashy reality shows while it eats all my popcorn. Which is well and good, except the character actually requires some sort of vindication and closure, and yeah, as we all know, that shit just doesn't happen. Personally I just learned to stop caring. Kicked a pile of sand over that cat crap and called it done. Not really an option for the character though. I have the feeling I got lost in the clockwork looking for the mainspring.

Grrr. Raar. Etc.

Ratties are all socialised together now and much happier. Pug's occasional bitchstorms have astonishingly reduced to zero. Looks like all she needed was a minion. And Poppet frankly adores her. Bubbles still has moments of "but, but, you still love meee?" but snuggles are never a paucity in our house, so she's coming along. And snappy has turned out to be the most sociable little shitbag on the face of the planet. Never seen you before? No idea who you are? Doesn't give a shit, she just strolllls on right up and says howdy-doo :D

Tree day. Better put the fucker up. I generally refuse to pander to the christmas madness until at least December first, but consider the Harvey Norman down the road is already advertising "BOXING DAY SALE" I should get a wriggle on.
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
Mm-mmm.


So yesterday morning [livejournal.com profile] torasin swung over to help his dad set up a tent for his triathlon, while I scooted up to southland for a badly needed haircut and some supplies. Treking back home, laden with meats, veggies and rat fuds, I sprawled a bit and repaired/fitted a bike computer to the exercise bike I snagged on hard rubbish collection while His Lordship bbq’d up a shitton of snags and onions. Mmm.

Post-prandial, we stained down that deck I built a couple months back. (which got moved back into place this morning - 16 hour drying time).

is purrty )

That accomplished, [livejournal.com profile] torasin had a sprawl while I puttered about repotting some tomatos and eggplants.

We werk hard, we play hard )


And then I got stuck back into my rug I’m latchooking for the hallway.

Look ma! I’m makin’ a rug! )



And of course, you’re all wanting to see the new babies.... )
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
Mm-mmm.


So yesterday morning [livejournal.com profile] torasin swung over to help his dad set up a tent for his triathlon, while I scooted up to southland for a badly needed haircut and some supplies. Treking back home, laden with meats, veggies and rat fuds, I sprawled a bit and repaired/fitted a bike computer to the exercise bike I snagged on hard rubbish collection while His Lordship bbq’d up a shitton of snags and onions. Mmm.

Post-prandial, we stained down that deck I built a couple months back. (which got moved back into place this morning - 16 hour drying time).

is purrty )

That accomplished, [livejournal.com profile] torasin had a sprawl while I puttered about repotting some tomatos and eggplants.

We werk hard, we play hard )


And then I got stuck back into my rug I’m latchooking for the hallway.

Look ma! I’m makin’ a rug! )



And of course, you’re all wanting to see the new babies.... )
taleya: (Rats)
I had a poke about the business centre near work on Google maps. Lots of furniture stores. Lots of flooring stores. Ooo, a pet warehouse! And they sell Ferret Toys! Ratties like ferret toys!

So I kitted up on my lunch break and sallied forth to bring back many treats for the spoiled little shitbags at home.

When I got there, there were two females in a smallish cage, about two rats long, one rat on her hindlegs high and about a rat and half wide with one of those demented mouse tube things arching over the top of it.

Contained therein: a PEW, about a month and a half old, and a tiiiny little hood.

The PEW was full on bat shit fucking psychotically insane. She'd snap at anything passing by the cage, was surrounded by "FOR THE LOVE OF ALMIGHTY FUCK DO NOT TOUCH" signs, and as I stood there watching her choof and dance and chew on the bars and snap at anything that came close enough, no less than three employees walked past and told me "DON'T go near that one"

The hood, on the other hand. was a tiny little baby thing crammed up in the tube all "SHIT FUCK MAN I AIN'T GOING DOWNSTAIRS THAT BITCH BE CRAZY"

Broke my fucking heart.

I spent a few minutes with the PEW, and it took me about five minutes to tranform her from "SNATCH SNARL SAVAGE" at anything that came near her to "Grabby! - issit foood?" snatches at stuff poked through the bars (Seriously. I was testing with the arm of my sunglasses and poofing air at her when she snatched. She responded very quickly, if a little confused. "What is this discipline shitfuckery??")

An employee had been lurking around, understandably wanting to keep an eye on the mad redhead and the thing she was doing with the sunglasses and the fissing noises to one of their rats, and she came up and told me she'd never seen a rat that crazy. Apparently the PEW had a bad mite infestation when she was "dropped off" (read: dumped) and it had probably been driving her nuts. And "she was on her own for a couple weeks before we got the other one" (hood, who's still hanging out in the tube going "OHFUCKNO")

They put a four week old baby in with a crazed couple-months old juvenile. In the juvenile's territory. With no introduction.

i very calmly walked away, (the entire time the PEW was running along the cage, following me, looking like she wanted to lunge but knew she wasn't allowed to) called up [livejournal.com profile] torasin and told him I found a pair of babies I very desperately wanted to give a proper home.

He told me to take them.

So! Two carriers to be purchased, two water bottles, some snackies, some fluff and we were ready to roll. The employee actually went and fetched a leather glove to grab the PEW, hesitated and said "uh....do you want to get her?" (She was that terrified of being bitten). Considering if you tense up near a crazed rat they get tense and then YOU get tense and then THEY go crazy and yeah, guaranteed recipe for being savaged, I took the glove, calmly snagged the rat (with only a minor "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *nip*) and popped her in the carrier. The hood, we had to puffabutt to get her out of the tube :P

Two carriers, two ratties, and a purchase of a cheap dog towel to cover them over and I sailed off with my two darlings (with a brief detour into bunnings for some gloves and a bottle of filtered water). Once I got them back to work I set them in a little box in their carriers, draped the towel over them and gave them some doggie biscuits. A few paper tests (poking cardboard at the PEW to see what her bites were like) determined they weren't bite attack patterns - they were food snatches. Meaning she'd probably been fed through the bars for a long time -_-

They both calmed down nicely at work, and by the time I took them home were sleeping happily. Once home, I let them loose in the bathroom, and the PEW was all peaches and cream (as long as you stayed away from her ears, understandably). She sniffled me, sniffled this, sniffled that, explored, clambered up into my lap and after a long period of all three of us just being together (and a judicious application of rice bubbles), completely changed her personality. Considering it was completely foreign territory for both of them, they were doing well together, so we popped them in a single cage for quarantine.

So now we have two new ladies - Snapdragon (no prizes for guessing which one she is) and Poppet, so named by [livejournal.com profile] torasin when he came home and fell in instant love :)

Poppet is very sedate, and now that the Snapster has calmed down, has no qualms with snuggling her. Snappy is still being eased out of the biting habit, but considering they've just come to a completely new realm has done pretty much a 180 in terms of personality. They're still pretty hesitant, but that's fairly normal and they've already discovered the marvellous things a rat can do with a hammock :)

Amazing what you can do with an animal when you know what the fuck you're doing, isn't it?
taleya: (Rats)
I had a poke about the business centre near work on Google maps. Lots of furniture stores. Lots of flooring stores. Ooo, a pet warehouse! And they sell Ferret Toys! Ratties like ferret toys!

So I kitted up on my lunch break and sallied forth to bring back many treats for the spoiled little shitbags at home.

When I got there, there were two females in a smallish cage, about two rats long, one rat on her hindlegs high and about a rat and half wide with one of those demented mouse tube things arching over the top of it.

Contained therein: a PEW, about a month and a half old, and a tiiiny little hood.

The PEW was full on bat shit fucking psychotically insane. She'd snap at anything passing by the cage, was surrounded by "FOR THE LOVE OF ALMIGHTY FUCK DO NOT TOUCH" signs, and as I stood there watching her choof and dance and chew on the bars and snap at anything that came close enough, no less than three employees walked past and told me "DON'T go near that one"

The hood, on the other hand. was a tiny little baby thing crammed up in the tube all "SHIT FUCK MAN I AIN'T GOING DOWNSTAIRS THAT BITCH BE CRAZY"

Broke my fucking heart.

I spent a few minutes with the PEW, and it took me about five minutes to tranform her from "SNATCH SNARL SAVAGE" at anything that came near her to "Grabby! - issit foood?" snatches at stuff poked through the bars (Seriously. I was testing with the arm of my sunglasses and poofing air at her when she snatched. She responded very quickly, if a little confused. "What is this discipline shitfuckery??")

An employee had been lurking around, understandably wanting to keep an eye on the mad redhead and the thing she was doing with the sunglasses and the fissing noises to one of their rats, and she came up and told me she'd never seen a rat that crazy. Apparently the PEW had a bad mite infestation when she was "dropped off" (read: dumped) and it had probably been driving her nuts. And "she was on her own for a couple weeks before we got the other one" (hood, who's still hanging out in the tube going "OHFUCKNO")

They put a four week old baby in with a crazed couple-months old juvenile. In the juvenile's territory. With no introduction.

i very calmly walked away, (the entire time the PEW was running along the cage, following me, looking like she wanted to lunge but knew she wasn't allowed to) called up [livejournal.com profile] torasin and told him I found a pair of babies I very desperately wanted to give a proper home.

He told me to take them.

So! Two carriers to be purchased, two water bottles, some snackies, some fluff and we were ready to roll. The employee actually went and fetched a leather glove to grab the PEW, hesitated and said "uh....do you want to get her?" (She was that terrified of being bitten). Considering if you tense up near a crazed rat they get tense and then YOU get tense and then THEY go crazy and yeah, guaranteed recipe for being savaged, I took the glove, calmly snagged the rat (with only a minor "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *nip*) and popped her in the carrier. The hood, we had to puffabutt to get her out of the tube :P

Two carriers, two ratties, and a purchase of a cheap dog towel to cover them over and I sailed off with my two darlings (with a brief detour into bunnings for some gloves and a bottle of filtered water). Once I got them back to work I set them in a little box in their carriers, draped the towel over them and gave them some doggie biscuits. A few paper tests (poking cardboard at the PEW to see what her bites were like) determined they weren't bite attack patterns - they were food snatches. Meaning she'd probably been fed through the bars for a long time -_-

They both calmed down nicely at work, and by the time I took them home were sleeping happily. Once home, I let them loose in the bathroom, and the PEW was all peaches and cream (as long as you stayed away from her ears, understandably). She sniffled me, sniffled this, sniffled that, explored, clambered up into my lap and after a long period of all three of us just being together (and a judicious application of rice bubbles), completely changed her personality. Considering it was completely foreign territory for both of them, they were doing well together, so we popped them in a single cage for quarantine.

So now we have two new ladies - Snapdragon (no prizes for guessing which one she is) and Poppet, so named by [livejournal.com profile] torasin when he came home and fell in instant love :)

Poppet is very sedate, and now that the Snapster has calmed down, has no qualms with snuggling her. Snappy is still being eased out of the biting habit, but considering they've just come to a completely new realm has done pretty much a 180 in terms of personality. They're still pretty hesitant, but that's fairly normal and they've already discovered the marvellous things a rat can do with a hammock :)

Amazing what you can do with an animal when you know what the fuck you're doing, isn't it?
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Missy died at 5:30 this morning.

She went peacefully in her sleep, snuggled up on my chest with a belly full of chocolate brownies.
taleya: (Default)
Missy died at 5:30 this morning.

She went peacefully in her sleep, snuggled up on my chest with a belly full of chocolate brownies.
taleya: (Rats)
Random fact #482:

Rats fucking love bundaberg ginger beer.

And fucking around in freshly folded piles of laundry.

*nod*
taleya: (Rats)
Random fact #482:

Rats fucking love bundaberg ginger beer.

And fucking around in freshly folded piles of laundry.

*nod*
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
Just spent half an hour arguing viciously with its inability to run .ica extensions (kinda oh, I don't know, vital for Xenapp to actually function) and eventually, after much digging, found out that it doesnt' run on Chrome.

Chrome, the much-vaunted Google browser, OS and all round shiny slap on every thing possible for yea it is our saviour doesn't run a fucking citrix interface.

You know, the paranoid nut in me wonders how much of this is to try and nudge people to Google's own cloud.

Spend most of the weekend either meandering about wthi [livejournal.com profile] torasin investigating op shops, or farting around in the garden. Got the courtyard outside the kitchen sorted again, repotted all my pansies and did a bit of edging and trimming. (And planted out some new goodies in my gigantic greenhouse *luv*)

Missy is still faffing about. I ended up modifying a couple pairs of old tracksuit pants so we could hang them on the underside of the bed for rattie playtimes, and she immediately clambered into one and bruxed her head off. Her back legs are pretty much gone, but she's getting around quite all right, and stuffing her face every time she gets near a foodbowl, so we're still snuggling her madly.

In other news, I very badly want a Mr. Peppy of my own. FFS, the damned thing is not only spiky, blue, clawed and crazed, but it farts flames and both pisses and spits acid. Plus it's a bone vampire! What's not to like?
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
Just spent half an hour arguing viciously with its inability to run .ica extensions (kinda oh, I don't know, vital for Xenapp to actually function) and eventually, after much digging, found out that it doesnt' run on Chrome.

Chrome, the much-vaunted Google browser, OS and all round shiny slap on every thing possible for yea it is our saviour doesn't run a fucking citrix interface.

You know, the paranoid nut in me wonders how much of this is to try and nudge people to Google's own cloud.

Spend most of the weekend either meandering about wthi [livejournal.com profile] torasin investigating op shops, or farting around in the garden. Got the courtyard outside the kitchen sorted again, repotted all my pansies and did a bit of edging and trimming. (And planted out some new goodies in my gigantic greenhouse *luv*)

Missy is still faffing about. I ended up modifying a couple pairs of old tracksuit pants so we could hang them on the underside of the bed for rattie playtimes, and she immediately clambered into one and bruxed her head off. Her back legs are pretty much gone, but she's getting around quite all right, and stuffing her face every time she gets near a foodbowl, so we're still snuggling her madly.

In other news, I very badly want a Mr. Peppy of my own. FFS, the damned thing is not only spiky, blue, clawed and crazed, but it farts flames and both pisses and spits acid. Plus it's a bone vampire! What's not to like?
taleya: (Default)
Missy has bone cancer.

The vet wanted to put her down there and then, but [livejournal.com profile] torasin rightfully said no. After actually viewing her in action for some time, the vet agreed.

Her fur isn't poofed, she's not ill health, she's bright eyed and bushy tailed, bruxing and happy (much to his confusion). We've got some metacam - if she ends up in pain, then we'll let her go. Until then, she's a happy little lady, and we're keeping it that way.
taleya: (Default)
Missy has bone cancer.

The vet wanted to put her down there and then, but [livejournal.com profile] torasin rightfully said no. After actually viewing her in action for some time, the vet agreed.

Her fur isn't poofed, she's not ill health, she's bright eyed and bushy tailed, bruxing and happy (much to his confusion). We've got some metacam - if she ends up in pain, then we'll let her go. Until then, she's a happy little lady, and we're keeping it that way.
taleya: (Default)
Booking Missy in for a consult and hopefully surgery tomorrow. [livejournal.com profile] torasin will take her up as I still can't think straight half the time due to this fucking flu. At least it's moved from the fever stage to general lurge.


*fusses and stresses*

We wouldn't do it due to her age, but one lump has fucked up her left forearm, the other is screwing up her back legs. It's majorly affecting her mobility, and despite her age, she's in good nick. (Before the lumps fucked her up, we often made remarks along the lines of "do you know how old you are??" and "Get down from the curtains!")

Kinda worried as the rear end lump does seem to have porked her left hindleg - it feels almost ossified (separate from the lump) I'm hoping it's just the tumour mass pushing the general bone structure sideways, and will spring back once unfettered.

Spent tonight with lots of cuddles and treats and her sitting there in the floof looking regal and pampered.
taleya: (Default)
Booking Missy in for a consult and hopefully surgery tomorrow. [livejournal.com profile] torasin will take her up as I still can't think straight half the time due to this fucking flu. At least it's moved from the fever stage to general lurge.


*fusses and stresses*

We wouldn't do it due to her age, but one lump has fucked up her left forearm, the other is screwing up her back legs. It's majorly affecting her mobility, and despite her age, she's in good nick. (Before the lumps fucked her up, we often made remarks along the lines of "do you know how old you are??" and "Get down from the curtains!")

Kinda worried as the rear end lump does seem to have porked her left hindleg - it feels almost ossified (separate from the lump) I'm hoping it's just the tumour mass pushing the general bone structure sideways, and will spring back once unfettered.

Spent tonight with lots of cuddles and treats and her sitting there in the floof looking regal and pampered.
taleya: (Default)
Muse died in her sleep curled up with [livejournal.com profile] torasin and myself at 6:40 this morning.
taleya: (Default)
Muse died in her sleep curled up with [livejournal.com profile] torasin and myself at 6:40 this morning.
taleya: (Default)
Pinky died tonight at 8:30.

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