In unrelated news, I feel horrible. My kitties DID NOT have a good 4th of July, and they are currently having a test run of kitty tranquilizers because I'm worried about possible allergic reactions, and I would rather deal with that now instead of on a night when everyone is out drinking and acting like idiots. Whoo boy. They are stoned. Poor kitties. They wanted to play and jump, but their coordination is gone. Oz finally decided that he would just go hang out on the papasan (where he spends a lot of time anyway). Ed can barely walk (the words "drunken sailor" would not be inappropriate to apply to him), and now he's sitting kind of sphinx-like on the couch, almost as if he wants to make sure it doesn't go anywhere, much like an old drunk at a bar gripping the table for dear life. I shouldn't laugh, and I feel bad for basically roofy-ing my cats, but I felt just as horrible for not getting these last time the fireworks were a nightmare, so it's just a no-win situation.
(Their 4th of July experience was so bad this year that I called the vet first thing on the 5th of July to see how to go about getting them tranqs for New Year's. There was a note on their chart.)