It was small and white and looked like a tooth, and I almost ate it.
BWAH!!!
I really need to never eat there again.
No, no you don't. That's just, ugh. No.
So how the fucking fucking FUCK do you cat owners get a cat into a cat-carrying box? HOW?
I have a top-loading carrier and that helps immensely. Once I have my cat (which is a trick in itself), I hold him in one arm with his feet hanging down. With the opposite hand, I grab all four legs otherwise, he'll splay them and I can't get him in. Then, in one swift motion, I shove him down in the box and close the lid very quickly.
Cats can be tricksy, but I have thumbs. I win.
It was small and white and looked like a tooth, and I almost ate it.
The key word is "almost". Plus, it was
in your food,
not on the toilet seat. So you're good.
(Man, if I EVER meet that poor boy, I'm
so
going to be giving him small square of chewing gum.)
...Thank you all the people who have given Good Cat Box Advice. Bless you all. You rock. I feel like I stand a chance in hell of doing this tomorrow, now.
So, why is it that I have made no approach to get to know a bloke who has worked
in my building
for the whole of the past year, and of whom I have thought 'huh, you're quite cute' whenever I've seen him?
I mean, he is very likely hooked up with somebody by this point, and/or a total twit once one gets to know him, but WHAT IS WITH ME that I think 'Hmm. Cute.'
and then run away automatically, before he has a chance to not fancy me?
JEsus!!!! It's just beyond insane. I'm far too old for this shit.
Anyway, am just reflecting upon this because I've emailed him for info about Thailand, as he lived there for 4 years, apparently, and I asked him about it in the bank the other day, and he kindly gave me his email address & said he could email me some stuff. And I'm just marvelling at the fact that I only feel brave enough to chat to him
when I know I'm not going to have any chance of remotely seeing him in person.
Honest to God. I just have no patience with my own stupid fucking hangups. GET OVER IT ALREADY, FAY.
It's like I'm just
determined
to die old and alone and be eaten by the fifteen cats I'm living with at that point. Determined.
bangs head on table.
WHAT IS WITH ME that I think 'Hmm. Cute.' and then run away automatically, before he has a chance to not fancy me?
Once you figure it out, could you clue me in? I do the same damn thing.
I don't even have anyone to do that with anymore.
I do the same damn thing.
Well, fucking STOP IT! Stop it
right now!!!
It is a stupid stupid way to live one's life. Life is short. Carpe diem. It is far better to regret what one has done than what one has not done. I sincerely believe this.
And yet I am the biggest wuss in wusstown.
Argh.
It's like I'm just determined to die old and alone and be eaten by the fifteen cats I'm living with at that point. Determined.
Um... yeah. I resemble that statement. Quite a bit lately, in fact. Feh.
Well, last year's "What's The Worst That Could Happen?" plan left me really no closer to anything, I'm sorry to say.
Unrelatedly ~
Somehow before 2:30, I have to get it signed by dad, in the account, and out to JP to sign my apartment documents.
Hoping vw checks in soonish. Have had fingers crossed that everything worked out with the check and apartment docs. Fingers sore.
It is far better to regret what one has done than what one has not done. I sincerely believe this.
If you'd like, I could send you messages reminding you of this. I'm really good at it. Just ask Pete, who has to put up with me burbling about this sort of thing, oh, lots.
It is far better to regret what one has done than what one has not done. I sincerely believe this.
Absolutely. I freaked out and didn't end up meeting Dave the first time I was supposed to and was looking for any excuse not to go the time we actually did meet.
