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wombat1138I think my hearing has nearly returned to normal, now that it's been about 48 hours since the end of the taiko concert on Saturday evening. Rather to our surprise, a definite majority of the performers were women; regardless of gender, ripped biceps and primal screams abounded, despite the demure kimono display by the Nagano troupe at curtain-call. The wombat-consort and I took travelingtiger with us in return for her having sat on our cats for us during vacation; the catsitting highlight is quoted here from her email:
"Well, I never did make it up to the AIDS Lifecycle party. I stopped in to feed the cats and found the bathroom door latched shut. This surprised me, since I hadn't closed it, but I figured maybe someone else had come into the house for some reason, and had left it closed. I opened the door and was greeted by a hideous chlorine stench, half a roll of toilet paper in a sodden mess on the floor, and a near-empty bottle of bleach spilled all over the bathroom floor. And a very unhappy cat crouched under the toilet, having somehow managed to lock itself into the bathroom, where it couldn't get away.
"At this point my party plans got abruptly rearranged, and I spent the next three hours in various shades of the vet's emergency room, but the cat appears to be (miraculously) unhurt, although its eyes are pretty irritated (they washed them out with saline, which helped) and it has an irritated/burned spot on its tongue. Despite being miffed at not making it to the party, I'm very glad I stopped in when I did; I've only been going up every other day, so it could have been much much worse. I'm pretty sure he wasn't in there more than a couple hours. I'm keeping close tabs on him for the next few days, just to make sure he's OK, but he looks more or less fine.
"I think he wins my feline Darwin Award, though. Locking yourself into a bathroom with a spilled container of bleach, when you have no thumbs, takes patience, talent, and determination. Or a whole lot of 'luck'."
"Well, I never did make it up to the AIDS Lifecycle party. I stopped in to feed the cats and found the bathroom door latched shut. This surprised me, since I hadn't closed it, but I figured maybe someone else had come into the house for some reason, and had left it closed. I opened the door and was greeted by a hideous chlorine stench, half a roll of toilet paper in a sodden mess on the floor, and a near-empty bottle of bleach spilled all over the bathroom floor. And a very unhappy cat crouched under the toilet, having somehow managed to lock itself into the bathroom, where it couldn't get away.
"At this point my party plans got abruptly rearranged, and I spent the next three hours in various shades of the vet's emergency room, but the cat appears to be (miraculously) unhurt, although its eyes are pretty irritated (they washed them out with saline, which helped) and it has an irritated/burned spot on its tongue. Despite being miffed at not making it to the party, I'm very glad I stopped in when I did; I've only been going up every other day, so it could have been much much worse. I'm pretty sure he wasn't in there more than a couple hours. I'm keeping close tabs on him for the next few days, just to make sure he's OK, but he looks more or less fine.
"I think he wins my feline Darwin Award, though. Locking yourself into a bathroom with a spilled container of bleach, when you have no thumbs, takes patience, talent, and determination. Or a whole lot of 'luck'."