This is Daisy:

Tuesday night Daisy was acting confused and lethargic and wouldn't eat. A visit to the vet the next morning showed an infection and high kidney levels, the latter caused by the former. She's been on antibiotics, other meds, and force feedings since then. Since then her kidney levels have been dropping back down towards normal and she eats a little between force feedings (plus she keeps it all down). The process is scarily familiar, but we think we caught it early enough for her to recover.

After my excessively emo last post, my friend aetius asked me where I'd seen the cat. And as I suspected he might, his family went and adopted it. Way to go, aetius. Some of us sit and lament, while others go out and do something.

It turns out that there was a history posted for the cat, named Columbo, that I didn't see. "My Tale - I was found as a stray with a punctured eye. I may not be able to see from my one eye but it does not slow me down a bit. I can play and snuggle with the best of them. I love other animals and love getting attention. My eye does not need extra care, just someone with an extra big heart that will think I am as handsome as everyone tells me I am." Aetius, you rock.

Wednesday I saw a cat at the pet store that had only one good eye and it just about broke my heart. Would anyone pay for a pet so disfigured, one that looked like it might in need of veterinary treatment (or at least inspection) right away? Was the pet store giving it the care it needed? It seemed lonely and resigned and not interested in the attention I tried to give it. I even gave thought to the idea of bringing it home myself, except I think that even worse than leaving the cat in a cage like that is bringing a one-eyed cat into a home with a big bully cat like Fidget.

While in Wilmington, the wife and I brought a couple of our Blockbuster disks. The first was Lohan's I Know Who Killed Me. Ugh. All the ultra-short scenes were bad enough; when it started in on the graphic torture porn, we'd had enough. A brief scan of Wikipedia confirmed that my wife's early prediction of the killer's identity was in fact correct.

Second was The Heartbreak Kid. Now, I have a love/hate relationship with Ben Stiller. I loved Zoolander and Tropic Thunder, really liked Mystery Men and his work in Anchorman and Dodgeball. And then there's his romantic comedies. The ones where he so often plays the same wishy-washy douche who gets dumped upon again and again and can't bring himself to say anything -- until the end of the films when all the repressed rage causes him to explode. I hate that character. Hate hate hate. Ben Stiller in The Heartbreak Kid is not quite that same character, but pretty damn close. So while the movie has its share of laughs, it's yet another movie of various bad things happening to Ben Stiller's character.