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I spoke too soon. Pauline was home when I got back from grocery shopping last night, and guess what? MY CAT WAS OUTSIDE. I live in an apartment community. I don't feel that there is appropriate safe space for cats to be wandering around outside since most of the surrounding area is parking lot. Hence, I keep my cat inside at all times, or I let her out on the balcony when I'm home. Jewel was down in the parking area when I got home. I heard her collar jingle when I got out of the car. When she saw me, she ran up to the apartment like she was scared of being outside. I followed her upstairs to let her in, and I found Xio and her friend on the staircase. I walked past without saying anything because I didn't want to accuse her of something she may not have had anything to do with. When I let Jewel in, I heard someone in the kitched and saw pauline's laptop on the desk. So on my way back down to the car, I asked Xio how long she'd been home: about five minutes, and she hadn't been inside yet. Queen Bitch pauline let my cat out.

This is not a cat who will slip out at any opportunity. She takes ages to decide whether or not she wants to go out, and that takes leaving the door open for at least five minutes. I don't know if this was intentional, but it should not have happened. pauline KNOWS that Jewel is an indoor cat and that the front door needs to be kept closed at all times since there is no screen door. If it was accidental, fine, but be more careful in the future. If it was intentional, WTF? If she has a problem with me, she needs to talk to me about it, not let my cat out to her possible death. LEAVE MY CAT OUT OF IT. GAH.

I AM SO GLAD I'M MOVING OUT IN A WEEK AND A HALF.


In other news, I started a new ~diet last Friday. Dan's been doing this since last Tuesday-ish. This diet is set up so I only eat a set amount of calories (1300), based on my weight and metabolic rate. I can basically still eat whatever I want, as long as 35% of my caloric intake is protein, 45% is carbs, and 20% is fat. Dan lost about 5 pounds in the first week. Since last Wednesday, I have gained a little under one pound, according to the scale. But, according to the calliper, I have lost fat! I went from about 117.3 to 118.0 pounds, and from 11 to 7 on the calliper in one week. So, it looks like I've gained muscle but lost fat for a small overall weight gain. I have three weeks left of this ~diet. Let's see what happens!

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Grandma went home last night!

"Home" is not a care facility or a hospice, but a house home with one caretaker in charge of three or four patients. She gets a lot of one-on-one time with her caretaker. A nurse and physical therapist will be coming in soon to check on her: the nurse to check her overall health and make sure she doesn't develop any infections where the two IV/catheters were, and the therapist to help her work back up to her normal physical activity after spending five days confined to a hospital bed. Mom's under the impression that the bleed did some good; Grandma's talking more than she did before, and in complete sentences, too, at least some of the time. She also gets flashbacks and uses words that she hasn't heard or spoken in a long time. Mom's heard her use throwbacks like "smart-alec." Grandma also seems to be more responsive now than she was before, at least for Mom and Aunt Jan. She's more willing to eat now, too. It usually takes an hour and a half for Rosalie (I think that's her name) to feed Grandma, but Mom and Jan managed it in half the time. Let's just hope these improvements last!