mom's home and ok; stent appears to be working well. took her fricking
cats, arby and sweetie. thank you, jeezy creezy; arby hates me, and
sweetie is totally, spastically batshit -- she can't even chase her
tail; she attacks her own leg instead. apropos of nothing, she'll jump
up and start, even if it makes her fall off the bed or sofa.
i had never heard of such a thing until SHFTB mentioned *her* cat that
did that; thank CC that was before i rescued sweetie and mummers fell
in love with her, else i'd have taken the cat to the vet for
seizures...or at least a psych eval.
meg is a pain in my ass. i'll have to post more about this later, but
basically she started flirting with this guy -- he's totally non
meg-material, but i think she did it just cos she can, got bored,
loves the way he adores her, or, d, all of the above. barfy. anyway,
as a result, i'm not going out carousing friday eves any longer with
them, cos i hate drama, he's immature as hell (and only a shade of a
personality meg and i were both fond of years ago), and meg has
enraged this porky girl (i am just being cruel cos i hate all the
drama soooooooo much) who apparently thought she had mr wonderf...not
in her sights before meg came around.
i have decided that i like being alone. alone with my cats, of course.
the speuterfest went AWESOMELY -- all the boys and girls are now R'd
(as in TNR), and appear to be ok. this time, i lost NONE to FIV/FeLV
testing. yay. and breakfast is a cutie-pie with her tipped right ear;
after she escaped from the trap during a round up last year, i thought
i'd never catch her again. w00t!
speaking of being alone, be happy for me; harry drove out to meet me
for dinner after class (an hour and a half), we had a really nice
dinner (gorgeous restaurant, one of my all-time favourites -- tiered
seating, and just fun and pretty), and got to play ntn for a few
hours, and harry even paid his half. then i drove back alone and had
one of the most enjoyable, peaceful drives ever. cleaning out my car
last week, i'd come across numan's pure cd that's been lost under my
passenger seat for a good two-to-four years (i kid you not), and
listened to it on the way back, and honestly felt as if i were
rediscovering a musical facet (which, sarcasto-cynically, i suppose i
have, as much as any archaeological dig through my car might afford;
i'm still missing some of my cds from the eighties...glove box here i
come!) it's been a perfect evening. perfect, perfect, perfect.
even my late-afternoon class was charmed; i like the little snowflakes
in there -- they're smart (mostly) and well-behaved -- so i gave an
intro to geo. k. and his paradigm, then showed a film and gave them a
writing assignment on it. i was surprised that many of them had never
seen the film. next time, i'm bringing candy; they're so cute. it may
sound cop-outty, but i've found that well-selected films are fun and
can really illustrate the point -- get them to think. i just have to
be careful of colourful language. sigh.
since when does the word 'twat' find its way into a pg movie? sigh.
butsoanyway.
i feel as if something hugely horrible should be happening. seriously.
instead, everything is *so* fantastic!
and i have pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies here at home as well as the
pillsbury (?) halloween cat cookies that meg and i have nicknamed 'fat
little cookies' after *my* cookie (rhett butler's sister, remember?
she severed a nerve in my finger when i trapped her in 2006?), the fat
little halloween cat.
and i have been lax in talking about just how wonderful my fat little
cookie is...she is adorable! she's such a halloween cat -- even does
little halloween cat poses and has a voice that is, whilst unpleasant,
uniquely-suited to halloween -- it honestly sounds like those cat
sound effects on tv. oh, and she really likes to watch star wars --
all of them.
no, i'm serious: cookie watches star wars. maybe she has a crush on
chewbacca, maybe she wants to be princess cookie; i don't know why,
but she does. she also tries to chase news/stock tickers on the bottom
of tv screens. go figure. i have to read them with cookie paws all
over them.
life is good. :-)
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