Oh.my.god. I love my cats. Hell, I spoil my cats. My schedule is dictated by the medication schedule of one of them, for crying out loud. I buy the prescription medicine for the same, and don't get the cheapest shit for the other. I even get the other senior formula. If medical needs demanded it, I'd even resort to cooking it myself. But. There was just an ad for Fancy Feast touting "delicate reduction sauce" and "fine herbs, delicately sauteed." Um. It's CATFOOD. They eat dead things and grass and other cat's vomit. They don't have a gourmet palate that requires reduction sauces and sauteed herbs.

You are right on, sarameg.

ION, I spilled chicken soup all over the couch tonight. Thank god I'd just moved the laptop away. But the couch was littered with cds I'm in the process of burning.

I chose to deal with this catastrophe by letting the dog lick the soup off all the cds and going out for drinks. Tomorrow I will drag out the steamer.

What Sarameg said, totally.

eta: Brenda, I hope the soup comes up easily (I got delayed in posting, by my cat. Now, off to shoot up the other one.)

Until I scrolled the rest of the way, I was going to ask if you let the dog clean up the mess....

My parents used to refer to their late dogs as the pre-washers. In the age of dishwashers, made sense though before we had one, I hated it because of the slime. There's no excuse for slime.

Lee, you must get the terminology correct, as to horrify and disturb the unsuspecting. It's "I've got to go shoot the cat."

I think my building's handyman is literally trying to gaslight me. The bulb for the overhead light on my floor's back staircase landing has apparently been replaced with a 25 watter, in contrast to the 100 watts or so of the two lower floors. When I turned at the landing it was like walking into the movie Se7en.

My only comfort is that if Kevin Spacey's serial killer does pop up, I'll be too busy laughing at him for getting his cell phone swiped while "walking his dog" in a park at 2am to be frightened...

Lee, you must get the terminology correct, as to horrify and disturb the unsuspecting. It's "I've got to go shoot the cat."

I use this sometimes too, but I like to keep people asking as to if I am killing the cat, or getting it strung out.

Heh. Personally, I like getting on a plane, or for that matter, spilling my bag in a public area, when I'm in possession of needles. Always gets a look.

Sometimes when I'm feeling particularly evil, I even wonder if I should go to one of the free needle exchange places. Except, you know, I've got a concience. I can pay for my own needles. But the thought amuses me.

I haven't had to carry yet, though I have had interesting conversations with the pharmacy people about needles.

I often get the "do you have an insurance card?" which leads to saying it is for my cat. The safeway and target pharmacists know me now, though. Whether they believe me is another thing.