6.6.2000

    Oz has been out for the better part of the day, sleeping off his bad run-in with the vet this morning. Poor kitty. He had to get two shots, one for rabies and the other for leukemia and distemper. He's still been pulling out the fur on his legs and has about three bald spots. I can't actually tell if he's been pulling it out or just worrying at a spot until the hair is gone.

    He's such a weird cat. He can be so anxious and clingy that I'm sure this is all a behavior thing. So, the doc prescribed some feline Prozac. I have to give him a pill everyday for two weeks and then once every other day if it looks like he's doing better. Even though his personality can at times be aggravating what with all the constant meowing it makes me a little sad that this might alter his mood. It makes me think of all the anti-Ritalin noise that's been floating around as of late. He might be more tolerable as an entity but will it really be him? I suppose if it stops him from pulling off his fur it must be a good thing, right? Goodness, he's just a cat.

    Worked from home today and got a good amount done. I have two projects right now that I'm concepting and I just needed to get away from the grind to focus and spend some time on it. Also, at work there is no place to hide away and sketch. The new office has become completely overcrowded. We're looking at expanding into a second location which we've made an offer on but I don't know if it has been accepted. But, for now, there is almost no extra space. They've even put people in one of our two conference rooms. And, there used to be a sort of drawing table left over from the last tenants but that got moved to the basement. So, since I have a pretty small desk, where am I supposed to go when I need to draw and sketch? I tellyawhut, my couch works pretty well.

    In between actual work, I took Oz to the vet and went to my hair appointment. I'm growing my hair out a bit so I need a "transitional" cut which Jeff was oh-so-tickled to oblige. I also put the light highlights back in. Except Jeff sort of overdid it and they turned out a little blonder than I was hoping. I think he was a little shocked, too, as he hurriedly steered me from under the hair dryer and over to the bowl and squirted some stuff on my head while going, "Hmmmm. Hmmmmmm. Hmmmm." Then, when we got back to his station he wouldn't make eye contact with me. It was sort of funny. Although, when it was wet it looked really blonde in front.

    Oh well, we'll have to see how it turns out. I should take a photo while I'm still all styled up with copious amounts of Bed Head or, as I call it, Cat Fight.