The cat moved out with my sister. I knew I was going to miss her but not how much! I left a lap top on the shelf where Annie used to sit and out of the corner of my eye it keeps resembling her. I continue to hear the "thump" of Annie jumping down off the counter or the annoyed "rah!" with which she'd address the dog (when she deigned to speak to her at all.) I'm tempted to adopt another cat but I have this superstition that cats come into your life of their own volition. Of course, perhaps, the Cat of Destiny is waiting at a shelter right now wondering what the hell is taking me so long.
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It's so sad that the poor little guy doesn't understand what's happening to him. But that's life, I guess....
That's the hardest thing for me with animals. We had a dog with allergies and the vet said we could get her tested to narrow down the suspects but that it involved scratching her skin repeatedly. We decided not to because she would never understand why we'd done that to her.
Oh no, tommyrot. I know he's in good hands, and I understand feline diabetes is very treatable.
Kitty~ma to Senor Sock
Where does one go to try on the DvF dresses? I have a wedding at the end of June, own zero dresses or skirts at this point, and those look good.
Here, Neiman Marcus, but probably any upscale department store. You could probably call or email and ask.
Poor kitty, Tommyrot. I am glad he has you to take care of him. I wish quick homecoming and an easy treatment regimen.
Good morning, Beeeeches! I slept 11 hours. Dreamed about sex. Breakfast: eggs with bacon and cheese, cooked in butter. And a Diet Coke. Why is there phosphoric acid in Coke? I know bones need some phosphorus, but I'm not sure that translates into "rust cleaner is good for me!".
Kitty~ma, tommy!
Gronk.
We leave for the airport shortly to head to Houston for my niece's high school graduation.
Gronk.
Um.
That is all.
Poor tommy. Poor Senor Sock. I hope he's doing much better this morning.