Impatient

Time for a desktop change, because I can't wait for Halloween. Click each image for a larger view.

Work, right monitor. Desktop from Victorian Halloween, spooky icons from The Compleat Bellairs:

Work, left monitor, a still from Frankenweenie, from The Tim Burton Collective:

And a lighter one for home--desktop from KateNet, icons from Icon Factory (Ravenswood Manor), and a couple from an icon set called The World of Stainboy (a Tim Burton cartoon), but I couldn't find them on the web to link to them:

When Bob got home last night, he noticed that Pyewacket was limping. She's favoring her right front foot, not putting her full weight on it. She's still running around and jumping up on things (and jumping down), but when she thinks about it (or, you know, when she thinks someone is looking), she tries not to stand on it.

Of course, "thinking" isn't something that Pye is known for--it's like she'll jump on something--ouch--jump down--ouch--jump up on something else--ouch. gee, my foot hurts, i wonder why--jump down--ouch.

We poked and prodded at her leg and foot, which is obviously swollen, but nothing in particular seemed to hurt her, and there was nothing visibly wrong. We assume she jumped down from something and hit at an awkward angle; she's not exactly the most graceful of cats. It reminded us, of course, of the time she "broke" her leg right after we got her, the leg that turned out not to be broken after we'd paid for several x-rays and to have the cast put on.

We'd like to avoid that this time, if possible, so we're going to wait a couple of days and see how it goes. It looked like she was putting more weight on it this morning, so I'm hoping it's just a mild sprain.

We tease about her being a little slow--I was in the office talking to Bob this morning and she slid in through the partly-opened door, and then the door blew shut behind her and she just stood there staring at it, trying to figure out how to get back out--but she is a pretty lovable cat. And she's so satisfyingly solid to hug.

Now Dinah, there's a smart cat. Bob said she came up to him last night as he was watching television, looked at him, cried, then went back out into the hall. Intrigued, he got up and left the office, and found her standing in the hall, having brought her wire toy upstairs in an effort to get him to play with her. When he was telling me that story this morning, I said, "If she was a dog, she'd be the one saying, 'Help! Follow me! Timmy fell down the well!'"

Which reminds me of a Non Sequitur cartoon I saved from last week:

(Which, translated, is "Follow me! Timmy's in the well!")