Fifty dollars to tell us what we already knew. Pardon me. Fifty dollars to tell us the regular vet thinks the same thing we think and that we should take Oliver to the cat neurologist tomorrow to confirm the existence of a nerve problem that somehow keeps him from emptying his bladder.
The vet advised us that in the meantime we should "express" his bladder, that is, find the little balloon under the flesh and skin directly between his rear legs and squeeze. But -- we realized later -- he did not show us how to do so. No hands-on guidance.
Tonight we will experiment over the sink.
Could we end up trying to achieve quality of life with an aged cat whose bladder needs to be milked several times a day? This and other mysteries revealed daily at this the blog of blogs. The word of words, my friends, is quotidian.
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Quotidian....hmmm, that's a nice word. But what is commonplace? And in relation to art - is there such a thing as quotidian art? The definition you connected us to seems to think so.
Who defines such things?
My paper on Media Aesthetics this semester takes on the old chestnut - Is life art?
The cat is a lucky cat. Quality of life? That cat is being looked out for by two artists (at least).
Art? Yes. Life? Yes! A fortunate cat.
However, this does not solve the mystery of the quotient.
Mystery....solve.....
Never the twain shall meet!
That's the fun of it all.
Was it not Thomas Carlyle who advised making your denominator smaller than your numerator -- that is, reducing your needs -- when it came to creating a formula for personal happiness.
I think he also said that if your reduce your numerator to zero, the result is infinity.
To which I say: Well, there you go.
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