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Monday, July 7th, 2008
2:42 pm	Dying bugs are fun to watch So I'm sitting here in my cube staring into space. Staring into space and wishing I had something to stare at. Like a dying bug, maybe. I remember walking down a cracked sidewalk in Guadalajara one sunny afternoon on my way to the 7-11 (el seven) down the block from my study abroad home-stay and almost stepping on an apparently already-stepped-on bug. This guy was the shiniest, coolest-looking bug I'd ever seen. Metallic blue and other 80's-robot-toy colors, he was flailing around on his back with green ooze spilling out of his mid-section. In the past when I've seen an obviously dying bug I've magnanimously squashed it with my sneaker, but with this guy I just couldn't. I have no idea if he would have wanted me to, or if he was even aware of my existence, but my only instinct was to squat down and watch him squirm. His six legs twitching asynchronously, trying to grab onto something-*anything*-nearby, failing because his bug innards had glued his severed body to the concrete. And the Mexican sun hitting his beautiful bug-armor and bouncing back to give off an alien glow. It was maybe the most beautiful death I'd ever witnessed. Then I bought a red Power-Ade. 'cause I had the runs. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 4th, 2008
12:12 am	Cat Piss. Glorious Cat Piss. Tonight I am unreasonably excited about cat piss. Last year I took my cat Buddy in to the vet for a 15% off dental and the day before, as is required, they had to take a blood and urine sample. Blood sample? Fine, whatever. Urine sample? Holy shit. I have never heard anything, living or dying, make such a noise. I suppose I'd turn into a monster, too, if some weird, huge, bald guy were squeezing, yanking on and trying to shove a tube up my wiener. Buddy was on the verge of transforming into Hulk-Buddy and I was on the verge of tears watching it, so when 15% off time rolled around again this year I asked the vet tech if there could possibly be a better way. Nosorb pellets! Only $5 a cup. Just put em in a pan, lock the cat in a room with it and viola! Pee for the extracting. Sounded good to me. Of course, I'm a big cat mom and I couldn't just lock him in a room. So I set aside my Sunday for catching up on reading and waiting for nature to take it's course. And waiting. And waiting. 11am - 11pm. Several magazines, naps, bladder massages (his, not mine), some guilt-ridden trips out of the room and a Google search later I had just about had it. I made a rash decision. I grabbed the empty Nosorb cup, opened the door and bolted for his regular litter box. Predictably, he had to go *really bad*, so I didn't have long to wait. He squatted and it started to flow. I grabbed his tail! I shoved the cup under the stream! He tried to walk away from it, but he needed the relief too badly and gave in. I had it! Dear God, I had it! A warm cup of piss never felt so gratifying. That fucking vet tech needs to give me back my $5. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 3rd, 2007
2:24 pm	Dumb Peanuts Quiz But I took it, so I get to post it: Which Peanuts Character Are You? You are Schroeder. You are brilliant, ambitious, and brooding; you tackle tasks with extreme focus. People don't always interest you as much as other pursuits, though, so you can come off as aloof. Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 15th, 2007
2:45 pm	New Lows IM conversation between a coworker and I, after she heard me at the cubicle of a new hire: Her: problems already? Me: with the new girl? Her: yup Me: Well, she hasn't been initialling properly, but I won't point that out to her yet. Her: ohhhh Me: This was a diskette restoring problem. Her: oooooo Me: This is the lamest gossip ever Her: hahaha, this is our new low (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
8:28 am	Lakisha and Chris, Go Home! I'm pretty nervous, as reality results go, about tonight's American Idol boots. Based on overall performance and likeability, Chris and Lakisha need to leave. But based on last night's perfomances alone, Jordin and Chris would be the bottom two. But I love Jordin! And I love Melinda. And I love Phil. And Blake was uncomfortably sexy last night. So, for me to be happy this week it's got to be Chris and Lakisha. Unfortunately America doesn't vote to keep me happy. All I can do is hope. I continue to predict Blake, Jordin and Melinda as the top three, but am no longer entirely sure who of the three should win it all. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 22nd, 2007
12:32 pm	Bye-Bye, Stephanie (or whatever your name was) As Peter Noone said, "This isn't a singing contest, it's a voting contest." Thus I am neither too disappointed or surprised that Stephanie and Brandon were the first to go home. Sanjaya and Haley have consistently stunk up the place, but they've done it with personality and demographic-pleasing gusto. Haley's from Texas. Texas is big (like her extensions). 'nuff said. Sanjaya is young (see the uncontrolable weeping of audience member Ashley). He is of a non-black and non-white race. He is sooooo gay. 'nuff said. Stephanie and Brandon sung not-so-badly, usually. But where was the personality? Where were they from? Who did they appeal to? Not enough people, I guess. I was slightly more shocked to see Chris Richardson standing in the bottom two. I guess all my re-dialing for Gina helped her stay out of it, and family-values folk must've gotten finger-happy for Phil Stacey. I mean, the judges loved Chris this week. He didn't suck at all. He's brought sexy back (yeah!). I guess he just isn't ineresting enough. I believe Chris Richardson or Phil Stacey may be the next booted. In my opinion, the booting order should go: 1. Sanjaya 2. Haley 3. Phil Stacey 4. Chris Richardson 5. Chris Sligh 6. Gina 7. Lakisha 8. Jordin 9. Blake Making Melinda the next American Idol. But, in all liklihood, Phil and Chris R. will go before Haley and Sanjaya. I feel like Sanjaya may get booted before Haley, and I feel like Chris S. and Gina really need to amp up their performance/personalities to stay in it as long as they deserve to. Lakisha has been made a big deal about, but she isn't terribly original. I don't think she has a chance of winning, but she has a chance of making it to the finale. Overall, I am more invested in this season of Idol than I ever recall having been. The people seem more talented, and even the ones who aren't are more interesting. Or maybe it's just me. (Comment on this)
Friday, March 2nd, 2007
9:00 am	My Pick for the Top Twelve 1. Lakisha 2. Melinda 3. Stephanie 4. Jordin 5. Sabrina 6. Gina 7. Chris Sligh 8. The other Chris 9. Sundance 10. Blake 11. Phil 12. Sanjaya or Jared (4 Comments |Comment on this)
8:55 am	And the boys... 1. Chris Sligh Age: 28 Greenville, SC Boy knows how to work a crowd. He was genuinely funny in the auditions, has been singing pretty darn well and loves his wife. I’m not sure whether to give or take away points from him for apologizing for his Teletubby-Il Divo comment to Simon, but I suppose it was good form. This guy could go to the finale. 2. Blake Lewis Age: 25 Bothell, WA Another guy who knows exactly how to play the game. He didn’t even put a girlfriend or fiancé in his dedication, thus showing he knows he is this year’s heartthrob. Although the other Chris may be gaining ground on him. And beat boxing on a much-watched show is just what an 80’s-loving America needed. Oh. He can sing, too. The future’s made of virtual insanity if he doesn’t get to the finale. 3. Jared Cotter Age: 25 Kew Gardens, NY Manages to combine dorky and smooth into a combination that will probably get him into the top 12. After that the act might wear thin. 4. Sanjaya Malakar Age: 17 Federal Way, WA Oh, Sanjaia. You’re Indian, you’re under 18 and you’re (probably) gay. It doesn’t matter if you sing well, because America will still vote for you. Especially if you cry on camera a whole lot. But fixing the whole singing thing might help a little. 5. Brandon Rogers Age: 28 North Hollywood, CA I was a fan in the auditions. Another back-up singer trying to push his way to the front of the stage. But his performances have been lackluster, dated and kind of a little weird for me, dawg. What’s with the hands? Everyone needs to calm the hands down this season, especially when they twirl their finger while singing the word “around.” 6. Nick Pedro Age: 25 Taunton, MA Voted Off Mar. 1st If he’s not actually a New York Italian, at least he looks that way, so people like him singing songs that 60’s mobsters loved. He just wasn’t cute enough, good enough or dynamic enough to be voted for. 7. A.J. Tabaldo Age: 22 Santa Maria, CA Voted Off Mar. 1st I am in such pain and agony over the booting of A.J. Tabaldo. True, he had no backstory, but he was ethnic and cute and he could sing! Imagine. He would’ve kept getting better and impressing audiences more if they’d given him a chance. 8. Paul Kim Age: 25 Saratoga, CA Voted Off Feb. 22nd Not the best, but the first to go? I call no fair. There were at least three or four boys the first week who were worse than him. No love for shoeless Asians, America? 9. Chris Richardson Age: 22 Chesapeake, VA The other Chris. Dedicating a song to his “Big Momma,” gained him points in the hearts of viewers. His singing style isn’t my cup of chai, but he does it well and he’s cute to boot. If he keeps doing well and charming he could beat out Blake for the heartthrob award. 10. Phil Stacey Age: 29 Jacksonville, FL America loves its troops! Especially when they love their family and can sing. The fact that he has a goanna-face won’t hold him back from the top 12. 11. Rudy Cardenas Age: 28 North Hollywood, CA Voted Off Feb. 22nd Justly voted off in the first show. He’s corny and dated and not that talented. 12. Sundance Head Age: 28 Porter, TX Kind of a cry-baby, kind of a jerk. Did badly all through the Hollywood round and the first competition show. But people will still vote for him because the producers pushed him the hardest out of anyone during the auditions. And I guess America must love his beard a lot more than I do. http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/ (Comment on this)
8:40 am	American Idol Season Six: The Girls My thoughts in the top 12 girls (not that anyone cares): 1. Lakisha Jones Age: 27 Fort Meade, MD Powerful voice, powerful presence, but not quite as good as the judges and audiences seem to think she is. When I heard her sing “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going,” I thought to myself “That’s cool she didn’t screw it up.” Everyone else seemed to think it was the best version of the song they’d every heard. Someone needs to buy a cast album. 2. Melinda Doolittle Age: 29 Brentwood, TN Completely won me over from the beginning. Of course that’s just it, isn’t it? They gave her coverage starting with the first show so people knew her and her personality before she ever started competing. Regardless of her pre-competition build-up I believe her to be the best singer out of the whole top 24. I’m not positive she will win, but she should. 3. Sabrina Sloan Age: 27 Studio City, CA Kinda of a weird, angular face and not much backstory or personality. She’ll probably make it to the final six girls on talent (unless Antonella’s fans kick her out), but she’ll also probably be one of the first final twelve booted. 4. Gina Glocksen Age: 22 Naperville, IL Her style is probably Hot-Topic enough to win over some of the people who truly feel guilt over their Idol fandom, but there’s no chance of her being in the finale. I like her, she looks good in a dress in spite of not being super-skinny, but singing Heart songs isn’t enough. 5. Jordin Sparks Age: 17 Glendale, AZ I’m happy she’s acting giddy and emotional and, well, like a seventeen year-old. I’m hoping that she will win the Young Vote over Sanjaia because she is infinitely more talented, although decidedly less of a gay male. I hope neither she nor anyone else ever sings “Reflection” again, though. 6. Antonella Barba Age: 20 Point Pleasant, NJ The hair, body, eyes and attitude of the cheerleader you loved to hate in high school, the jaw of Julia Louis-Dreyfus, and the voice of…well, someone not so good. Leslie did a strange scatting thing but she was still better than Antonella. Further proof that the editors and producers decide who’s going to win this thing early on. It’s a Backstory competition, not a singing one. Why do I keep watching? 7. Leslie Hunt Age: 24 Chicago, IL Voted Off Mar. 1st Definitely awkward and gawky. Also not talented enough for the top twelve. But I have some love for her because she’s so real and I imagine others did too. Just not enough to survive “Why did I decide to scat?” and “American don’t like jazz!” to put it in her words. 8. Alaina Alexander Age: 24 West Hollywood, CA Voted Off Mar. 1st She didn’t sing well the first week, she’s not so gorgeous and she had no backstory to charm me. Then I saw her mother and heard “Mija!” and liked her a little better. Is that bad? It’s probably bad and probably makes me a racist, but whatever. I like a little Idol diversity and I had just been assuming she was another white girl. Her heritage couldn’t save her from tackling a Dixie Chicks song, though. I wasn’t sad to see her go. 9. Haley Scarnato Age: 24 San Antonio, TX I know this girl wants to be Linda Eder, but she just isn’t. Her boyfriend is right to want her to come back in the house and settle down. I found it amusing that her idea of looking younger and more upbeat involved a Laugh-In-style shirt and a hair crimper. 10. Amy Krebs Age: 22 Federal Way, WA Voted Off Feb. 22nd If I’d known she were from Washington I might’ve tried to care or at least remember something about her. Go Northwest! 11. Nicole Tranquillo Age: 20 Philadelphia, PA Voted Off Feb. 22nd Um…what did she do, again? Sing some weird song or something? 12. Stephanie Edwards Age: 19 Savannah, GA Ghetto hair, sense of style, kind of a regal presence. She hasn’t made herself stand out enough yet (or, rather, the producers haven’t made her stand out), but she’s done enough to get into the top 12. http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/ (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 28th, 2006
11:38 am	Moving Right Along... ...to a new livejournal account. Certain people should not be reading anything I ever write, so I am moving. I have already friended people who I am not related to. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 27th, 2006
12:29 pm	Christmas It's not as fun as it used to be, is it? The lights are still pretty, but they glow with wasted electricity instead of Christmas cheer. The presents are still nice, but the joy of unwrapping them is diminished. And Santa Claus. Where is he? Dealing with family seemed less worth the effort this year. Perhaps because of my boyfrienditis, perhaps just because of a little more growing up. Or maybe the two go together. I mentioned not enjoying the holiday as much to my father, and his simple bit of advice was: "Have kids!" After all, he deserves grandchildren. All I wanted for Christmas this year was to get along okay with my family members and then call my boyfriend and rush over to see him. He called me first, which made me happy. In my rush to clean the Christmas kitchen and get over to his place I left my cell phone on the counter. A subconscious plea for a little Christmas silence, I suppose. We watched that old Christmas classic "V for Vendetta," and partook in that traditional Christmas activity; having really great sex. Well, for me it was anyhow. My inability to speak made him think I wanted him to stop. We'll get it all right next time. I thought about going to work yesterday since I wouldn't be paid for it otherwise, but the boy changed my mind without saying or asking for anything. Sure, I'm out a couple bucks, but I think I made the right decision. I've dated a fair number of guys since I turned 18. Had relations with many more. But I can't ever remember feeling this comfortably in...fatuated? I haven't said the L-word to him yet, but I think it and mouth it when he closes his eyes. I'm waiting for the right time. A moonlit stroll somewhere romantic and secluded. Our Christmas present to each other is in all likelihood going to be a road trip up to Vancouver, B.C. and I'm sure I can find a romantic strolling spot there. I'm afraid to say it, too. Because I don't feel Crazy about any of this. It feels very right and very sane. In the past when I've said it I've often realized later that maybe I didn't really mean it, or at least I didn't mean it in the way I thought I did at the time. It was more of a need for validation or a desire to recite my lines the way I thought I was supposed to. Now it's a real and developing feeling. It gets better and stronger every time I'm with him. He isn't taking me on a whirlwind, he isn't bringing me down into the depression I used to find comfortable. He's living his life, I'm living mine, we're starting to live them together. He makes me feel like becoming a better, healthier, happier person is a thing worth doing. I was starting to feel that on my own, I think, but he amplifies it. He makes me feel pretty, and happy to be a girl again. I know we're all supposed to be empowered women who don't need men to make us feel good about ourselves, but it does seem to help at least a little. He's a little neurotic, I'm a little neurotic. I think the neuroses we encourage in each other are little things like hand washing and door locking, and the ones we discourage are the more damaging ones like self-loathing and debilitating perfectionism. But I keep watching and paying attention. To make sure we are good for each other. I suppose we can never be perfectly sure about anything, particularly the future. But I can make some good guesses and some close-to-on-target assumptions. I can become surer and surer that this is right every day. Right now I just want to spend as much time with him as I can. Feeling him out mentally, physically, emotionally, and every other way I can. Because the act of becoming sure has been and, I believe, will be a lot of fun. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 5th, 2006
1:48 pm	Blah I am tired. So very, very tired. My faxes are getting returned for the fourth time. Or is it fifth? I have nothing of importance to do except file, and I do not have the energy to file. Yes, filing takes energy. Shut-up. Budget Gourmet does not fill me up. If I got my stomach stapled I bet I'd save money on food. But it probably would take awhile to make up for all the money I spent on an unnecessary operation. I have to take my car to the DEQ. It is open late tomorrow, so I guess that's the time to do it. Why can't I just tell the state that my car is fine? Why won't they believe me? I hope I get a second wind soon...although I'm not positive I had a first. I want to clean the house this week, or at least wrap Christmas presents. But right now all I want to do is eat some hearty soup and curl up under a blanket, preferably with a cat. (Comment on this)
12:43 pm	But I'm from Oregon! What American accent do you have? Your Result: North Central "North Central" is what professional linguists call the Minnesota accent. If you saw "Fargo" you probably didn't think the characters sounded very out of the ordinary. Outsiders probably mistake you for a Canadian a lot. The West The Midland Boston The Inland North The South Philadelphia The Northeast What American accent do you have? Take More Quizzes (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, November 24th, 2006
6:38 pm	Conversations with old friends Snippet of a chat with a boy I studied in Mexico with: Me: I hate you Him: I hate me too Me: We agree on so much Him: Yes we do Him: how come we never hooked up? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 14th, 2006
1:45 am	I Got a Man Friday night I lost at Scrabble Saturday did video game battle Sunday came and...I...did some stuff. So I'm not so hot at adapting song lyrics. Friday I drove over to my new guy's house in the dark and pouring rain, and he drove me to the local Pub Theater to see Borat. Not the most romantic movie, I'll grant you, but we laughed together and cringed together. We went back to his house, I was offered pizza and wine, both of which I refused, and then was invited to sit down to a family game of Scrabble with my guy, his brother/roommate and his brother's girlfriend. I had some pretty sweet words, but ultimately lost to my guy. Win or lose, the evening made me feel accepted. Like part of a new family. Saturday morning I had to leave to take the new kitten to the vet for boosters, but I told him to call me when he woke up. He did, and asked me out to lunch at a neat little Italian place I can't remember the name of. Lunch wasn't enough, I wanted to spend more time with him. I suppose he felt the same way, because he asked me to go to the local nickle arcade. I had a blast with him. He was better at all of the games than me, but he still let me keep the crappy Chinese lazer pointer we won with our combined tickets. We walked over to a nearby bar and flashed red dots, snowflakes, smileys and dollar signs at each other over a couple beers. A couple became a few, and we read about a quarter of a deck of Trivial Pursuit cards to each other before he decided to start drinking water so that he could drive me back to his place. We slept together, and I cried a little, which upset him. I tried to explain that it wasn't a bad thing. That it was just more happiness and beer than I was used to, but he still stopped and held me. Sunday morning I tried to make him come, but ultimately discovered my hand is not nearly as quick as his. But I watched, and enjoyed, which is not a common thing for me. I don't really *like* male genitalia. But on him I do. We lay together for awhile longer, and I thought about seriously asking him if he wanted to be my boyfriend. And then I couldn't think of a way to say it that didn't sound ridiculous, so I went for ridiculous and asked him if he wanted to go steady and give me his pin. He didn't have a pin, but reminded me about the Spongebob Squarepants he'd won me at the Nickel Arcade. I said that would do. And then, in equally feeling-ridiculous fashion, he asked if that meant he could call me his girlfriend. I said yes. And I think we were both happy. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 9th, 2006
8:25 pm	Drudge Druge is a funny word. It sounds like something you'd find lying in the dirt. Yesterday I found a lone paperclip lying imbedded in the mud in one of the parking lot dividers. That paperclip is a drudge. And I am like that paperclip. (Comment on this)
8:19 pm	Mountain Man There is a man who comes to our office, once every so often. And they call this man MOUNTAIN MAN. I received an email directed towards our entire office saying "MOUNTAIN MAN IS HERE!" and wondered, who is this Mountain Man? A paper shredding company, one girl tells me. An old hippy Vietnam vet who sells fruits and nuts, says another. A man who comes once a month to impregnant the female employees, says this one guy who thinks he's funny. The paper is shred by Iron Mountain, and the fruit and nuts are sold by the Mountain Man. I was intrigued enough to go pretend to file something, but was disappointed when all I saw was a collection of foodstuffs and a middle-aged mustached loser swiping a credit card. Was this the Mountain Man? Or did I miss him entirely? I will never know. Until the next time the Mountain Man comes. Excerpt from a chat with a fellow employee: Me: I'm gonna give myself a cool nickname and run around arriving at offices Me: I won't even sell anything Me: I'll just have a cool name and make people announce me Her: hahaha!! that would be AWESOME Her: you should really do that Me: Maybe I will Me: Watch out for someone with a really awesome nickname in your inbox Her: haha, I will. you'll have to think of a good one though My challenge to you, dear readers, is to think of a nickname for me that is cooler than Mountain Man, so that I may be announced in random offices and other places of work. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 26th, 2006
2:26 pm	Let's Just Cuddle I've invited my favorite ex, and probably current best friend, to stay over on Friday. Tuesday night I had a string of dreams about hugging, holding and cuddling him, and realized I hadn't seen him in awhile. There was a scene in a hotel room. I assume there was a man there who I either had sex with or was meant to have sex with, but I couldn't see that half of the room. I crawled over to the half where the sink and closet always are and found said ex standing by the safe (symbolism?). I knelt on the ground before him and threw my arms around his legs while he comforted me. Another scene was in a house, which I suppose was supposed to be mine because I was throwing a party in it. There was drinking and laughing and general gaiety, and my ex was there. His glasses were bigger than usual with thicker, blacker rims (I've always liked his glasses) and he was punching something in to a fancy cell phone/organizer. I said hi to him and moved along to continue entertaining guests. Apparently part of this was my choosing someone to sleep with. I duck-duck-goosed a line of boys sitting on a very long couch and picked, presumably at random, a very skinny, dorky boy with huge, square 80's glasses. He got very excited and began to drool and come after me. I calmly directed him to a bedroom, and I think I left him there, because I never saw him again. I realized I actually wanted to just be with my ex, so I went looking for him. But he'd left with friends and I'd missed my chance. I asked a bisexual (male) friend of mine to be my partner at the dance and told him he could bring his boyfriend. I wrote my name on his hand, and the three of us went to the dance floor and sat down to watch a movie. Lastly, there was a simple scene, with us actually cuddling in his bed. I told him I loved him, but that I didn't know what that meant. So he just held me and we went to sleep. I guess dreams are just processing, and they aren't fortune tellers or psychics or the answers to problems. But sometimes, at the very least, I think they're trying to tell me something. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
1:41 pm	Holy Crap You know that girl? That girl I slept with after her birthday? My self-proclaimed lesbian (though often bisexual) friend of many years? That one? She's getting married. Married! I totally cannot sleep with her anymore. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 25th, 2006
12:46 pm	Miracle Cat Dad: She came right up to me and snuggled my leg! She’s starting to get excited when I come in to see her. Me: She doesn’t do that for me. Dad: Well, you already have your boyfriend. You hold him and kiss him and he loves you. Besides, when you move out you’ll take Buddy with you, and I would be lonely. When I move out? Did I hear that right? My dad actually speaking of the dreaded day when he would be living alone again as if it will actually come to pass? Yes, he was. And all because of his new little “girlfriend” Cloudy. Cloudy is another product of our neighbor’s relentless feeding of strays, just like Buddy and many others before her. And that mean-ass cat with the huge balls that tried to terrorize Cloudy and other little kitties. Strays love our neighborhood. There’s crawlspaces and other nooks to hide in and have kittens in, and an endless supply of terribly rich and unhealthy food. Buddy once came home with a whole breast of chicken cordon bleu. Cloudy is, more likely than not, one of the only remaining cats from a litter of tiny kittens I found in our window well this past spring. I think her mother is dead, and at least one of her siblings, but she has persevered. For her strength, I rewarded her with bits of food from Buddy’s stash and a friendly outstretched hand for a few days before she somehow won over my dad. I guess timing is everything. She must’ve got him on the exact day he decided to stop mourning the death of our 19 year-old girl Stormy, who passed in July. Or maybe he was just feeling uncharacteristically sympathetic towards all of God’s creatures. Regardless, he claimed her and made her his own. Or vise versa. The vet confirmed my suspicions on Saturday that little (at the time) No-name had mites and worms, but the Advantage we’d applied on Friday had killed her fleas. But they allayed my fears of her having FIV or leukemia, and with confidence that she wouldn’t pass something lethal onto my boy Buddy I introduced her to her new home in our downstairs bathroom. She was confused and scared at first, but now refuses to leave her marble-tiled refuge. I suppose it’s just as well, since her bowel movements are still wormy and smelly and her mites could still jump onto Buddy. And her confinement ensures that dad will always know where to find her when he needs a little give-and-take of affection. She’s calmer and happier, he’s calmer and happier. Now all I have to do is figure out how I can afford it, and Buddy and I can be on our merry and guilt-free way. (10 Comments |Comment on this)