This is Janis, our daughter's cat. Lest you accuse me of animal cruelty, she loves the mailbox. Although the mailman has never asked why we have cat hair in our mailbox, he must wonder.
Besides the mailbox, Janis also adores empty beer boxes and suitcases. The only small space of which she is less than enamored is the dreaded "Cat Taxi," in which she must be confined in order to visit the veterinarian.
That is what we did this morning, promptly at 8:15 a.m. I was serenaded for the entire drive. I believe the tune was "LET ME THE F OUT OF THIS CAT TAXI," a catchy number I've heard before.
The vet gave us a diagnosis and prescribed a twice-daily pill. That made me a little nervous, since I haven't had to give a cat a pill in a long time. I asked if they could give her the first one so that I could watch. No problem, proclaimed the vet's assistant, who opened Janis' mouth and pushed in the pill. A millisecond later, there was a PFFT noise, and out flew the pill. We all three stared at it, on the counter, and burst into laughter. For her second attempt, the assistant opened Janis' jaw at a slightly different angle, and again, in went the pill. That seemed to work until Janis shook her head, worked her mouth, and (you guessed it) out came the pill. By this point, the pill is getting mooshy, the vet and I are about to wet ourselves laughing, and the assistant is getting a little annoyed. "Third time is a charm," she proclaimed, and went at it again. Janis attempted to make a break for the dreaded Cat Taxi but the jig was up. Pride was on the line and that pill went down.
Sure, it's funny now, but tonight Mr. L and I are on our own.
Pictured above: the beginning of a delicious fresh pineapple salsa from the great blog Two Peas and their Pod. I love this recipe! I could happily eat a bowl of it, with chips. However, I put it over some fresh ahi that Mr. L. grilled (see below).
However, I have a cautionary tale about making this salsa. For the first time ever, I had a reaction to the jalapeno pepper. A couple of hours after I made it, I noticed that my hands were burning. I thought that was odd, and washed them again. And again. I had just done the dishes, and wondered if maybe the residue from the pepper got in some cuts, or something. I dried my burning paws and (painfully) typed the query into google. For Pete's sake! I could not believe what a commonplace occurrence this is. I have chopped jalapeno peppers for years and never once did they bother me. This time, one little pepper, and OW!
First, I tried some lotion. Big mistake - that just seemed to insulate the heat. I washed that off and next tried milk. That felt great. The post I was reading suggested that one should let the milk dry on your hands. I tried that, but sticky, milk-y hands are completely impractical. Besides, the burning started back up when the milk dried. Another suggestion was Benedryl. I was reluctant to try that, because at that point I'd had a glass and a half of wine, and figured the combination was probably a bad idea. Back to the internet, and this time I tried rubbing alcohol. Ahhhhhh. It did not completely alleviate the burning sensation, but it definitely helped.
The best thing to do? Wear food-handler gloves. I EVEN HAD THEM IN MY CUPBOARD. It's a good thing that dinner was absolutely delicious.