Bwaah!

I am *exhausted*; on Thursday (I think it was Thursday…life is speeding up again, and the days are already all melding into one), I went out to drug Mehitabel again, and she would not come near me—even more skittish than usual—so I just gave her tuna and left.  It is getting cold anyway, and so I figure that if she does have kittens, they are better off with Mehitabel than alone if I were to catch Mehitabel and then not be able to find them.  Then today I heard that someone else was trying to catch Mehitabel this past week (no—it was for sure not me).  So maybe that is why she was more hesitant than usual to even come near me.  

And Squooshable—just a few hours ago—jumped onto a towel I had hanging on a plastic hook (his latest thing is to c-l-i-m-b as h-i-g-h as possible, anywhere, anytime, on anything) and in hanging from it with his thick nine-pound self, broke the longest arm of the hook off…and now I cannot find it.  So now I have to wonder if he footballed it somewhere peculiar, or if that has made it into Squooshable, also.  

SIGH.

This next semester has *got* to be better than all of last year.  It just HAS to.  I hate, despise, deplore, and find extremely abhorrent the idea of spending one more semester like the past few have been.  I hate being busy practically every second of every day.  

And if Squooshable ate that hook-y thing, I do not know what I am going to do.  

Scream, maybe; screaming is definitely an option.