icebluenothing | That's one traumatized kitty.

Riff came by today to hang out with me until his appointment to pick up his cat at the Cats Exclusive Veterinary Hospital, since it's right across the street from my place. Poor thing was frantic in the car on the way back to its home. It's been fitted with one of those funnel-shaped head protectors to keep it from picking at its stitches -- a device the vet called an "Elizabethan collar," amusingly enough. The cat was scooting around backward in its carrier as fast as it could trying to get the collar off, and I was worried the poor thing was going to break its damn neck. It calmed down a little once it got home, although it was still try to back away from the collar.

I'm at Riff's place now, waiting for our friend Ron to come pick us up so we can go see Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. It's a movie we've been meaning to see anyway, and today seems like a good day to do it, since the movie theatres are donating 100% of ticket and concession sales today to the September 11th Fund of the United Way and the Red Cross.

The horror movies I rented last night were a lot of fun: Basket Case was both better and worse than I thought it would be, and featured the least convincing stop-motion animation I have ever seen; and Silent Night, Deadly Night was actually surprisingly good. The storyline doesn't really go anywhere, but what the hell -- the acting was halfway decent, the music was great, and I loved the ending. Neither of the two movies ever managed to be what I'd call scary, but they were entertaining.

That's one traumatized kitty.

poor baby!

Re: poor baby!