Overly Cautious Pharmacy

Sentinel’s medicine comes from a compounding pharmacy in Wilsonville. This hits the trifecta of things I’m not overly thrilled about: 1) Having to use a special pharmacy to keep my elderly cat in somewhat good shape 2) Not being able to use a pharmacy in the neighborhood and 3) The amount of energy it takes to transport a tiny vial of pills to me (they do this via courier.) (It does seem to provide a steady job for the courier, who is the same one every time and a very nice man, so that’s a plus.)

Usually the pills come in a floppy plastic envelope (another thing I don’t like). Today, with record-breaking heat forecast, the pills came in this.

Which unpacked to this:

I was initially very confused by the packaging as I don’t refrigerate this medication, but I see that they were worried about it not being able to maintain room temperature.

After removing the pills and the paper, I put the ice packs and the Styrofoam container out with a free sign and it was snapped up by someone who presumably needed it.

Older Cats

As other writers have observed, welcoming a pet into your life gives you companionship and also regular reminders about the life span. My two cats, ages sixteen and twelve, have both entered the elderly stage. And it’s the younger one who isn’t doing very well with this phase of life.

While Sentinel has been aging more or less gracefully (he’s taken prednisone for years to help with his vomiting) Antares has catapulted himself into some sort of herpes thing that has left him sickly and sad and in need of a lot of expensive medication. Plus, he has to start medication for his thyroid.

Having sick cats isn’t fun. Hopefully these medications will have him feeling better soon.

Nope. Didn’t Fit.

One day sitting in the new chair told me that despite all my careful measuring, it did not fit in the space the folding chair occupied. This meant reorienting my bed.

I don’t like beds jammed against a wall because that position makes it difficult to change the sheets. But I happened on a good solution by moving the cat tree over against the wall. When it comes time to change the sheets, I can push the cat tree out of the way.

Sentinel approves of this new setup.

New Desk Chair

Since being laid off in March, I have spent 30-40 hours per week at my desk. For that entire time, I’ve been sitting on an Ikea folding chair. This week my body said, “No more!”

The problem with finding a replacement is that the space between the bed and the desk is very small and the Ikea chair works because the back legs can partially sit under the bed. I took measurements and headed out.

(The red sheet that I usually have over my comforter is in the wash.)

At the used office furniture store I looked around and found this cube to help the cats get onto the bed. Sentinel has been using the folding chair to jump onto the bed for months now. I think he can still jump from the floor to the bed if he tries, but I don’t really want him to try. He took to the fabric cube right away.

I also found this little blue chair that does fit in the small space between the desk and the bed. I think? Stay tuned.

Prepping for the Cats

Sentinel checks out the new pedestal. As supervising cat, he must approve all additions to the household.

After inspecting the cutout for the electrical outlet, he approves.

I find it interesting that the color captured in this photo is green. I think the matte white of the primer reflected the green wall behind it.

I made new tarp liners for the litter box area. Sentinel approved of my process.

One set of my plans, figuring how many sheets of plywood would be needed and how many boards.

My instructions for assembly.