Turn, turn, turn
Oct. 27th, 2002 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
days_unfoldingToday provided a good example of how everything has its own tempo.
The plan of record was to take the cats for their shots, go up to San Mateo to pick up my mom, go to eat in Half Moon Bay, and bring my mom down to San Jose. I did do all those things with delays.
Catching Random and Harlee did indeed prove to be an adventure. My normal method is to calm the cat down by petting him or her, then wrapping him or her in a towel, and sliding him or her into the cat carrier. That method worked on Random with a little bit of struggle. Whenever I so much as touched Harlee with the towel, however, she flew halfway across the room. I tried several times, and all I accomplished was to make her very wary of me. I tried to bribe her into the carrier with catnip treats. Then I tried putting some tuna on a napkin at the very back of the carrier. To my surprise, she went for it. Five-sixths of her was in the carrier, and I gave the last sixth a shove and shut the door. Poor Harlee was hysterical: meowing and carrying on, sticking her paws through the mesh of the door, and so forth.
At that point, catching the cats had taken about an hour. I called my mom right before I left for the vet, and told her that I was more likely to be there at two rather than one o'clock.
The cats behaved beautifully at the vet. The only problem was that we were there over an hour.
When I went home to drop the cats off, I told my mom that I'd be there at two-thirty, which turned out to be the case. She was perfectly calm about the delay; I think that I was more upset about it.
Then we set out to a restaurant in Half Moon Bay that got interesting reviews on the Internet. Highway 92 turned into one of those twisty mountain roads that scare the hell out of me, so I slowed down a lot (and, no doubt, annoyed a lot of people). Then we hit stop-and-go traffic. The restaurant (Half Moon Bay Brewing Company) was worth it though. Good food, good atmosphere, good service, and a great view of the bay.
I decided that I didn't want to take Highway 92 back (in the dark, no less). So I drove Highway 1 north to where it merges with Highway 280 at Daly City. There was a stretch of scary twisty road, but the drive was better than 92. I was so glad to see 280-;)
And then we got to San Jose, my mom visited with the cats, and I dropped her off at her hotel room. A long, but good day.
The plan of record was to take the cats for their shots, go up to San Mateo to pick up my mom, go to eat in Half Moon Bay, and bring my mom down to San Jose. I did do all those things with delays.
Catching Random and Harlee did indeed prove to be an adventure. My normal method is to calm the cat down by petting him or her, then wrapping him or her in a towel, and sliding him or her into the cat carrier. That method worked on Random with a little bit of struggle. Whenever I so much as touched Harlee with the towel, however, she flew halfway across the room. I tried several times, and all I accomplished was to make her very wary of me. I tried to bribe her into the carrier with catnip treats. Then I tried putting some tuna on a napkin at the very back of the carrier. To my surprise, she went for it. Five-sixths of her was in the carrier, and I gave the last sixth a shove and shut the door. Poor Harlee was hysterical: meowing and carrying on, sticking her paws through the mesh of the door, and so forth.
At that point, catching the cats had taken about an hour. I called my mom right before I left for the vet, and told her that I was more likely to be there at two rather than one o'clock.
The cats behaved beautifully at the vet. The only problem was that we were there over an hour.
When I went home to drop the cats off, I told my mom that I'd be there at two-thirty, which turned out to be the case. She was perfectly calm about the delay; I think that I was more upset about it.
Then we set out to a restaurant in Half Moon Bay that got interesting reviews on the Internet. Highway 92 turned into one of those twisty mountain roads that scare the hell out of me, so I slowed down a lot (and, no doubt, annoyed a lot of people). Then we hit stop-and-go traffic. The restaurant (Half Moon Bay Brewing Company) was worth it though. Good food, good atmosphere, good service, and a great view of the bay.
I decided that I didn't want to take Highway 92 back (in the dark, no less). So I drove Highway 1 north to where it merges with Highway 280 at Daly City. There was a stretch of scary twisty road, but the drive was better than 92. I was so glad to see 280-;)
And then we got to San Jose, my mom visited with the cats, and I dropped her off at her hotel room. A long, but good day.
