From free feeding

(It’s 2:30am. I want to be asleep. I need to be asleep. After tossing and turning for an hour, I came downstairs to take some allergy meds. I’m now waiting for them to kick in.)

Glitch has always been free-fed. His food bowl, as regularly as possible, has been kept filled with food. Not always to the brim, but there’s almost always food available for him. Between my work schedule and Mandrina’s gimpiness when we first got him, it seemed like the thing to do. He’s a nice, slender cat, too, so it hasn’t led to any massive weight gain.

Our two problems, however, are making me have to reconsider. Both have “sensitive stomachs,” and I’ve spent a pretty penny figuring that part out. Bit has problems with her output — as in, where it should go. She has never tried to get to Glitch’s food, however.

Pixel, on the other hand, takes the fact that Glitch’s food is up on a table as a challenge. He’s used bar stools as skipping stones. He’s leapt from the top of a 4′ high DVD rack to a table three feet away. He’s the athlete of the two — and too stupid to be scared. He also doesn’t associate punishment “properly.”

The last straw was today. Mandrina and I did some cleanup in the living room over the last week and a half. One of the items moved was the DVD shelf I eventually need to find a better place for. For the moment, it’s living in the breakfast nook. See previous note re Pixel jumping from the top. So I moved the DVD rack a few days ago so that he could no longer jump to the top of it from another table; I moved it next to the table with Glitch’s food. It worked for a whole three days. Then Pixel discovered this morning that he could climb up the side of it, using the Plastic-wrap-like substance that was used to keep all the DVDs in while we were moving. I caught him, and moved the DVD shelf so that if he tried to climb it where he had been, he would bump his head into the bottom of the table.

I came home tonight to discover Glitch needed food. Guess what! He needs food again. Pixel found another route up to Glitch’s food, I’m not even sure which one. I’m tired of trying to make Glitch have to work for his food. It might be time to start feeding Glitch on a schedule — as if I had one!

Anyone have any ideas how to change a cat from free-fed to scheduled feedings?

Deadlines

I have a deadline today. Given that I’ve missed the last two, I think I should make this one.

Unfortunately, I have only one bug left. I don’t know that I can fix it.

Why not?

I wish it was lack of competency, or lack of skill, or lack of time.

No, it’s lack of documentation. I don’t have any information on how the legacy feature I’m reimplementing USED to work, so instead I’m having to guess, time and again, on what is supposed to happen. It’s a complicated logic problem to begin with, and a lack of any clue of how it’s supposed to work is unbelievably complicated.

It strikes me, however, that this should have been done some time prior to five months before shipping. It’s a piece of legacy backwards compatibility — why on earth wasn’t this worked on previously??

Work issues

1) A “Principal Development Lead” (aka parallel to my manager) responded to an external team (still within the company) in a very technical and architecture-related email thread with factually inaccurate information. It’s basically been decided that there wouldn’t be anything gained by correcting him, but… Apparently, my lead had already tried to have this conversation with him, but he didn’t believe him. On top of that, it doesn’t help!

2) I need to finish one more bug today; otherwise an additional bug gets tacked on for each of the next two days. Then I’ll be done. Yay for no regressions!

3) A manager brought in chocolate cake today. I can’t have any.

4) My diet is apparently working somewhat. My pants are almost falling off, and I forgot a belt. Abigail thought this was funny.

5) I had actual important stuff to talk about. I forgot it.

Pixel needs to nap elsewhere

I’m trying to get some work done before going to bed. It’s one in the morning, so it’s really an uphill battle. Especially because I just realized I need some notes I left in my office.

It does NOT help that a kitten named Pixel decided to climb up into my chair and lie down (is that right, Abigail?) in my lap, PURRING as he falls asleep.

Just not fair!

Bravery and other quotes

“Because,” she said, “when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.”

The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. “Calling cats,” it confided, “tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.”

Coraline, Neil Gaiman

I will read everything that man ever writes.

Perpetually guilty

I was raised Roman Catholic. While I may have lapsed some (or a lot, depending how you look at it), I still can feel guilty with the best of them.

My dear friend Abigail told me tonight that I should just stop doing things out of guilt. My, wouldn’t that be easy! Come on, this morning I gave the naughty kittens each a small piece of cheese, simply because I felt guilty that I had given a large piece (or three) to my wonderful Glitch.

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I love my doctor

Not only has Dr. Bunin always been absolutely phenomenal, honest, and helpful — answering questions over the phone at odd times on top of keeping track (somehow!) of everything, and acknowledging exactly how much Aspirin, Ibuprofen, and Acetaminophen is actually safe to take in any block of time (useful when you manage to hurt yourself while you have a headache, trust me), I just called to make Mandrina an appointment so that she can hopefully get some pain meds for her knee before we go to my brother’s wedding. Mandrina, who hates doctors, is okay with Dr. Bunin.

I call, and speak to the receptionist (Jean). She pulls up Mandrina’s super-thin folder (Mandrina’d been in once for a post-accident check a year and a half ago), and says that she doesn’t have any new-patient appointments any time soon… Is Friday okay?

It’s Wednesday at 2:30. They were apologizing that they couldn’t see Mandrina (someone they have no existing relationship with) until Friday afternoon.

I love my doctor.