Squeakaboo in Elk!

Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!

At some point I can guarantee she will refuse to leave the tent/box/playground climby thing/ball pit and you will have a similar extraction to face. But less stinky. Unless she's got a taste for raw meat. It's coming. Prepare yourself.

"We tried dangling Fuzzy Thing in front of the carcass playground climby thing in the hopes it would lure her out, but we heard snores and looked in to see her curled up in the middle taking a nap."

At some point I can guarantee she will refuse to leave the tent/box/playground climby thing/ball pit and you will have a similar extraction to face. But less stinky. Unless she's got a taste for raw meat. It's coming. Prepare yourself.

Well, usually, the thing she's refusing to leave is my person. And damn, that girl can cling. She's worse than my cats.

See?

For me, it was the orange pup tent we used for camping when I was < 3. And then one day , a pole came loose, bent over my head, traumatizing me and rendering the tent unusable. Mom said after that, I no longer clung with fistfuls of nylon wall when she went to remove me for whatever reason.

So, Monday. I got two new classes, because the sub that's been covering since their teacher went on leave about a month ago quit last week. They're not very happy. Also? Apparently they've never had homework. Great.

Oh, and one of them said they better get credit for the sheet they filled out in class. As in, homework credit. Cause, why else should they be doing it?

The last time I took Chumley to the vet, I hit upon the excellent notion of putting a dish towel over the edge of the upturned cat carrier. Therefore, when I went to insert him, and he used his polydactyl paws to try to cling to the edges, all he grabbed was the towel, which neatly slid him right in without me having to unstick each of the many claws.

The basement is as dry as its going to get for the nonce, unless I go mad, drive to the supermarket, buy 48,000 paper towels, and blot up the remaining dampness. I suspect that it's still slowly seeping in, so I'll monitor the situation, but at least I won't have to start with it three or four inches deep again....

Out of annoyed curiosity, I sat down to try to figure out when I put in a help call about not being able to send mail. April 25 (thank goodness I bitch a lot here.)

Have I heard back? Of course not. Now normally, I'd have been bitchier about this but I was preoccupied. So I log on to the site to make another call, and I notice something. Something about changed email settings. Dated May 5. Fuckers. Cowardly, lazy, incompetent customer service morons.

Just back from dentist. Teeth cleaned. Teeth X-rayed. Teeth OK.

Just heard from garage. Diagnosis performed. Catalytic converter busted. $1200.

OK, that fucking sucks.