Post 20: Getting Hair Done and Tucker to the Vet
Wanted to just get my hair trimmed….well the sides shaved, so I set off to Shibuya early to have a lovely pork and ginger sandwich from the Shibuya Tokyu Hands.
The train platform was not crowded, but the train most definitely was.
I got to Tokyu Hands right before it opened and was one of the first to get in. Yaaay! But they did not have the Ginger Pork Sandwich. They did have a Ginger Pork rice bowl. It was pretty good….not as good as the sandwich, but pretty good.
There were people already there when I arrived, and I thought they had reserved the outside early for a birthday party or something. They were apparently doing a photoshoot.
I then walked over to the hair salon in Harajuku since it is right next to Shibuya. He wanted to try a new color and put that in my hair. I like it, but I really liked how my hair was looking all pastel-like. Oh well.
Just a cool building with some cool plants right out side the hair salon.
Ended up with another pair of shoes…..and I am DONE. My feet hurt with my crocs….(they still hurt right now!)
I then walked back to Shibuya and got some Luke’s Lobster. No one was in line there. There were already tons of people at the Harajulku branch.
Came home and tucker started acting really weird.
licking mouth like he swallowed a string
Running around
hiding
So I took him to the vet. Looked like he had major constipation. I gave him new food and some sugar syrup and he did poop throughout the night. But he was still odd. I let him cuddle with me, but he kept running around and panting.
I changed the litter box to help Tucker poop, so I got this litter. The cats don’t really have buttholes.
But this kitten has the sexiest cheeks I have ever seen. Kitten must be into squats.
It was a calm evening outside, but Tucker was not calm at all. His behavior was not like him all night long. He did cuddle up next to me, but I believe he was farting a lot, because it smelled so bad. I hear that when a cat darts out of his litter box, it is that he is trying to escape the smell. He darts when my fart catches up to his nose. The problem in this case, though, was that the whole apartment smelled and no matter where he darted, he could not get away from it.
In any case, I took him again this morning (this all happened on Monday, I am finishing this blog on Tuesday) to the Vet, because I did not want him stressed as I was packing for my trip. So I just decided to take him in the morning instead of the afternoon.
My next blog post will be from Switzerland. :)
