Time for another Mr. Face update!
He’s starting to get some strength back, which is a good thing. Also, he meows when he hears cans of cat food being opened. Very cute.
Still blind as far as we can tell. We’re expecting that he’ll be blind forever. The blood has mostly cleared from his eye, leaving a nice-looking but non-working green eye in there.
The swelling from his injuries has mostly gone down, so he’s able to use his mouth and nose much better now. Wendy will remove the lower jaw wire in a week or so.
We’re currently keeping an eye on his potty practices, to see if he’s reliably using the litter box. If so, we’ll be able to take him OUT of the playpen where he’s living and allow him to have access to the whole room (at first), and if he does well with that, eventually opening the whole house to him. For a long time, Mr. Face wanted to sit in his litter box, which made him a smelly cat. However, all of a sudden, he’s happiest sitting in a small plastic box in his playpen.
Some other things… First, he prefers A/D cat food over any other canned food. He’ll eat some dry, but not much. Secondly, he was able to kick Dolly’s ass (she was sniffing him) even though he’s blind! Not a good statement of Dolly’s intellegence.
Work continues inside his little brain as he slowly rejoins the land of the living. This morning Drew went in to feed him his morning can of A/D (the highlight of both their days), and found Mr. Face sitting happily OUTSIDE the playpen. We wondered if somehow we had forgotten to put him back in it last night before bed, but his escape artistry was confirmed when I got up and again found him contentedly sitting outside the pen.
Obviously he is ready for more freedom, so the playpen is scrapped (in storage for the next sickie, or God forbid, a real baby) and we got a big plastic mat on which to place his food and litter box. Now Mr. Face has free run of the spare bedroom and seems to be quite happy about it. He has no vision at all, but somehow he found the only sunbeam on the floor to sleep in.
He has developed (returned to?) quite a fetching little personality now that he’s more than just a purring thing in a box that we pet… he’s curious and quite loving. It’s doubtful that he’ll ever see a thing (the eye is fine, but the nerves to his brain are decidedly NOT), but is adjusting well to his blindness. Such amazing critters are cats.
I wonder if, when he was an outside stray — cold and hungry and maybe lonely, perhaps he wished for a loving family and a warm place to sleep and all the food he could imagine. I wonder if he thinks the price he paid was worth it?
For all you folks who are reading about our cats and looking at our renovation and Corian and windows and such; this is why I am never having a baby. I see it now…..in the photo gallery. "Here’s Wendy’s cervix dilated to 6 cm…."
This evening, the system was offline for about 65 minutes while I verified a comprehensive backup (using Mondo/Mindi, an excellent backup utility) that I’d made of the system.
Fortunately, this is a ‘baseline’ backup, so any future downtime will not be so long, since I can back up (and verify) differential backups.
Also, a new version (0.71) of Post-Nuke was released today. I’m watching the message boards to determine how solid & secure it is. Once I am satisfied that it’s a good release, I will begin the process of upgrading the system from .703 to .71. There should be a minimum of disruption to the system. I’ll let everyone know when the upgrade will occur.
On Wednesday, March 20, 2002, the Supper Club met again. This time, we went to BOCA (another review here). Be aware that the restaurant was rather recently bought by a new chef, David Falk. Many of the reviews and websites you might find are from the old restaurant’s previous owner, Dan Reis.
This time, we were eight people… Ed, Holly, Ted, Tracy, Wendy, John, Wendy, and myself. BOCA was loud and hopping when we arrived for our 8:15 reservation.
The food was out of this world… As usual, “foie gras” on the menu means that Wendy and I will order it, which we did. An excellently prepared, large portion of foie gras was brought to the table, and believe it or not, we actually shared with the rest of the table! We discussed taking advantage of the tasting menu that David offers, but decided not to since we found it to be somewhat restrictive.
All the food was excellent, and the wine choices were awesome. The restaurant even did something special to celebrate Tracy’s birthday, which was an unexpected treat. A visit from Chef David rounded out the evening.
Some Supper Club business… We’ve got a name! After discussion, it was decided that the formal name of the group should be “Le Club des Amuse-Bouches du Dî®¥r” (thanks to Guillome for helping me with the French!). The common name will be “The Happy Mouth Supper Club“. The name seems to fit the tone and focus of our group. Beyond that, we also firmed up our ‘who gets to pick next month’s restaurant’ process, and it seems like it will work extremely well.
On Thursday, March 21, 2002, Wendy took out the wire that was holding Mr. Face’s broken lower jaw together to allow it to heal.
Wendy reported that the wire wasn’t doing much, since it was put in when his jaw was terribly swollen. When the swelling went down, the wire wasn’t as tight as it could have been. Wendy was leery of knocking Mr. Face out again to tighten the wire, so we just made do. She reports that the jaw is healing ‘pretty well’, and that there is some independent movement of the sides of the jaw (which isn’t good), but Wendy is confident that it will eventually heal completely. She noticed that one of his teeth was badly broken during the accident and will eventually need to be removed.
While he was knocked out, Wendy did an examination of his eye and found his retina ‘floating’, which means that his eye is broken and he will never see out of it again. He’s going to be a blind cat forever.
Mr. Face was a little disoriented when he came home (completely understandable!), but tucked right into his food when we gave it to him, and his mouth (minus the wire) worked very well.