I am sorry that the kittens and Bella aren't working out together. I hope the kittens find their forever homes (I really don't like that phrase) soon. They sound adorable. Unless you are Bella and have few ways to express your dissatisfaction that fluffballs have invaded your home.

So now the backroom, which became my room with my computer and genealogy and beading and books has to be cleaned out for him to move into. Yes, it's his house, and he could be saying "I need the house, you need to move,"

What a stress for everyone. I mean, it is his house so his taking the backroom is less than he could ask but hugely stressful all around.

I hope he finds something soon and with a fabulous housing opportunity too.

Dad's MRI is tomorrow morning. Just heard. And an already-scheduled ultrasound on his legs but that is really precautionary and not what I am freaking out over. I am worried about the MRI.

Hilariously, mom just misspelled my name in a text. To my sister and I. Who have the same fucking first name. It was a typo, I am sure. But funny.

Silly girl, I wish I could come visit to help take care of you! I'm a good cleaner, I have references and everything. And I could dye your hair and make you laugh and take Buffista post dictation.

This is very tempting! Do you think Southwest will take a frozen chicken and a half-empty carton of ice cream as payment?

Also...BAD KITTY!

~ma, Cass. Just... ~ma.

Okay, calmer now. I've decided to lavish attention on Bella, who gets slighted because she will only come for scritches if no other pets are around (which pretty much never happens). I'm soaking the stuff she peed on (hey, already in a bucket!), I washed my work clothes while showering via the grape stomping method, litter pans are scooped and one relocated to my bedroom, did dishes, fed them all, and am now feeding myself.

Then I'll fix lunch for tomorrow and prep a slow cooker meal, and hustle next door to clean for an hour or so. Then walk Frankie, quick socialization play with kittens, shower #2, and crash.

I cooked up some tofu for dinner. That should not have me in a flop sweat, should it? Darned high temps and possible hot flashes.

I don't want to go outside. The air is hot and full of smoke and my lungs seize up. Apparently there are health warnings out.

smonster sorry about the kitty problems.

Somehow I ended up with 2 cats with sensitive stomachs. The wet food they would actually eat doesn't agree with them. The dry food I switched them too (because it was grain free) doesn't agree with them.

I ordered more of the Natural Balance that seems to work for them. I had a cat for 20 years and she would eat anything and be fine except for hairballs occasionally. And hers were not as messy as Dean's.

Why do pets have to be complicated. And expensive.

Why do pets have to be complicated. And expensive.

No kidding.

Okay, tomorrow's lunch made and slow cooker meal mostly prepped. Off to clean, only an hour later than I hoped. Frankie may not get a walk tonight, but he had a great romp yesterday night, so oh well.

Sorry to hear the kitties are being horrible, smonster.

As for my kitty, it is 100 degrees here at 9pm, and you-know-who is insisting on flopping across my neck and snuggling up under my chin. Ew.

I have no cats on me. Thank god. It's a balmy 92 here.

I went 13 pages past my 50 page editing goal for the day. Which means i am now going to take a shower, SHAVE MY LEGS, and moisturize, none of which I have done, except for the showering, since Memorial Day weekend.

This means I only have to edit 37 pages tomorrow, and I have promised myself I will get out of the house and go to the pool. (Bought my first damn bikini ever, and broke my friggin' arm the first time I wore it. Hrmph.)

I think I'll scrape off the chipped sparkle polish on my toes and give myself a pedi.

Damn, I MUST be feeling better!!

I have chipped sparkle polish on my toes, too! But no pedi for me tonight. Shower and bed, to sleep 'till Zenkitty calls.