61 posts tagged “eddy”
Apparently, they were playing Candyland, and Eddy decided to join in. They had two piles of cards: a pile to draw from, and a discard pile. Eddy was sitting by the piles.
My daughter had a bad habit in the game of drawing a card, and, if she wasn't happy with what came up, she would try to draw again.
Eddy would have none of it. When she tried to draw the second, illicit time, he would bop her hand lightly with his paw.
After a while, she realized she wouldn't be able to cheat under Eddy's watchful eye, so she gave up. Eddy got bored, and tried bopping her hand on the first (legitimate) draw. My wife pointed out she was OK.
The second time he tried to correct a proper draw, my wife told him that if he couldn't play properly, he would need to leave. Eddy got up, and curled up in the box.
We went to the Queen City Vox Meetup this afternoon, and had a great time (though I did worry about my wife and Amy on a very long walk they took with our respective daughters). Thanks to Scott and Amy for pulling it together
With respect to the mysterious doodads, Eddy, the subject of many a Vox post (but didn't get to come!) found a use.
Pretty spiffy addition to his collar, don't you think?
...he's a bit tied up
Toy is a plastic wand with about six feet of tie-dyed fleece on the end. Not an unsupervised toy!
Eddy had some teeth removed yesterday, as a consequence of the gingivitis. Though he's still a little unsure (as I mentioned the vet can be traumatic for him), he is getting something special: gooshy food! Hopefully, in a day or two, he'll be his normal happy self.
He also had a cool green-with-black-paw-prints bandage. Just proof that there is no such thing as a "free" pet.
...or lack there-of.
I noticed last night that Eddy was missing a few teeth. I wasn't sure what was up, if I miss-counting, or what. I slept on it (or tried to), and looked at him again in the morning. At 7:30, I was the first call in to the vet, for an appointment about an hour later.
Eddy is the sweetest cat in the world...except at the Animal Hospital.
I paced around the room, leafing idly through a copy of People magazine. I could hear him. He does not like going to the vet.
It turns out he has stage 3 gingivitis. The vet explained that he's probably feeling some pain. Unfortunately, he's going to lose more teeth, but will feel a lot better. I feel bad that I didn't know sooner, but glad that I took him in as soon as something looked odd.
Poor kitty. We're going to have to start watching the teeth a bit more carefully.
I found Eddy on September 6, 2004. The vet said he was 12 weeks old. Working backward, that makes June 6, yesterday, his fourth birthday.
We often deal with Service Level Agreements (SLA). Basically, these are the "guarantees" around various parameters in the data center. For instance, they may have a power SLA of 99.999% uptime. The provider says have power 99.999% of the time (that's only 0:05:15 of no power per year, on a 24x7 basis). If we have five minutes-sixteen second of power lose, there would be an SLA violation, which may have some financial penalties.
Today, one team asked me to find out about various SLAs one of our provider has. Among the parameters was "Rodent Repellent." I'm almost embarrassed to go to them with this. I'm going to suggest hiring Eddy as a Carnivorous Anti-rodent Technician, to provide a solution to this requirement.
I wanted to roll up my sleeping bag in advance of TOSRV. Eddy had to offer feline assistance, to ensure it was in proper order.
Eddy is not allowed on the kitchen table (house rule: no feet on the kitchen table). However, Feline Ordinance #3 clearly states that cats must be on top of any reading material in use by a human. If the paper is on the table, then that is where he must go--it is a feline ordinance, after all. He doesn't want his license revoked.
