Death Is A Dirty Trick

One of the things that is hardest about putting an animal to sleep is the dishonesty of it. Poor little thing is suffering and wants help, but there’s no way to communicate it can’t be given, and that you are sorry, but really you will be doing her a favor. You pick her up and walk out to the car, let her ride with you out of the carrier, she snuggles and loves and purrs and watches the world go by, never knowing she is looking for the last time. She looks up at you, looking for reassurance. She trusts you. You can’t bear to watch (because the last time you did it did not go well for anybody in the room), so you hand her over to the vet and she fully expects to come back to you, only this time she does it in a little cardboard casket.

It sucks big, hairy donkey balls, stuffed with kidney puree.

The One Where I Call God A Bad Word

I have been MIA for a while, it appears, although I must admit I didn’t realize I last wrote in August. Since my last written purge, Buddy healed and re-opened his wound, which led to surgery to close it for good. My children all got colds, and let me tell you, getting snot on your back when a cat sneezes is no pleasant adventure. Chasing them around with a kleenex is not really an option. Also during my absence, a friend found a 12-y-o cat abandoned for at least 3 weeks in a rental house, no food or water, nearly dead, and of course I was the first person he thought to call. $190 and a round of i.v. fluids later, I had a very sick, very weak doorstop for two weeks. She finally started improving, and eventually went to a nice lady in a nearby town.

Guilt, Thy Name Is Cat Lady.

I’ve been busy lately getting started with the college job, getting new piano students started, raising the four new kittens. I had to replace a fridge because it was at least 10 years old, and the repair was more than half the cost of a new one. No sense putting that much into an appliance that is nearing the end of its’ life span anyway. I finished the pool deck and have tried to get in the water at least a few times a week. I’ve also tried to tame the jungle/yard out back so that I will KNOW if there are pumas hiding out in my trees. Other little crises of day-to-day life have needed attention, as they do for all of us.

I’ve been busy, is all I’m sayin’, and I may sorta, maybe, just a little, be forgiven for letting a huge hole form on one of my kids’ back end. AHEM.

Neener, Neener… Wait… What??

Why do the bullies almost always win? Why is it that the words get through, that the taunts strike home and make us want to cower in the closet and cry? Quite frankly, I’m not patient enough to wait for God to sort ‘em out. I want some sort of retribution NOW, dangit. God’s too slow for my taste.

WWJD, Indeed.

I was listening to the radio on the drive in to work this week, and I heard a guy who was standing in for the normal host of a particular show. He was referring to a caller from another show who asked, What Would Jesus Do about healthcare? Wouldn’t Jesus WANT us to take care of those who need it and can’t pay? Doesn’t He say love your neighbor and feed the poor? This host said if we were honest, we would admit that’s true. He would.

YES!!! VINDICATION, Thy Name Is MINE!

The article says it all, with the exception of the slackers who left from other floors. Go ahead, check it out. I’ll wait.

http://www.myfoxdfw.com/dpp/news/weird/Perfume_Odor_Sends_34_to_Hosp

All done? See? I’m NOT crazy.

One Word

A Thursday Meme, since love has eluded me. You know, the whole Love Thursday thing.

You know, I whine about not being loved, but I do have family that blows that argument outta the water. Yeah, one cousin asked me to explain some things the other day and then told me I was “so uplifting,” sarcasm oozing like south GA humidity. But for the most part, my dad’s side of the family takes me for who I am and loves me anyway, bless ‘em. I was out with my cousin Sue yesterday, and she reminded me of something I saw a couple of weeks ago and forgot to write about: You know you’re in the south when you can buy a 50 lb bag of chicken feed at the grocery store.

Furbabies Bringin’ Down da House

I forgot how destructive babies can be. It has been a year since I had kittens this age, and I thought I missed it. Turns out, the best part of the babies is when they’re sleeping. On top is Boggart, under him is Elsa, to the right is Romeo, and the black sweetie is Spock.

Such angelic faces...

Don’t get me wrong! They are adorable and I’m dyin’ uv teh kyoot an’ all, but dannnng, those little claws are sharp. Their brakes are useless most of the time, unless they happen to be stopping on bare skin. Then they work just fine. My circulation seems to be pretty good, too, judging by the heights the blood manages to reach while exiting my punctured arteries.

New Blog

I blogged over here today… http://imonlysayin.com/

Go visit.

The Onion of Sanity

Earlier in the week I was invited to go to a card party, which involves a whole bunch of people having sandwiches and shrimp potato salad and fruit and making each other feel like losers at rummy. Tonight was the big night, and a good time was had by all. Until I burst into tears and left crying, that is. ‘Cuz that’s how I roll, apparently.