I've adopted three adult cats over the years. My friend Floyd, bless his heart, gave me no trouble at all. He was really grateful to be taken in.

Grace was a terrible bitch at first and I remember posting about her progress with me. Beverly even suggested her name. She calmed down and relaxed eventually and spent her last hours on this good earth lying on my lap, gazing at my face with her beautiful eyes.

Ellie walked up to my door during freezing cold weather, which we never used to have in Hayward. She sat on the porch and made friends with all the cats (except Grace, of course). I really didn't want to have six cats, but I made an exception for her and we are so glad we did. Her putting us to bed service has been just one reason she is awesome. Today she is only one cat away from being the oldest.

Adopt old pets. They are nice.

Edited because someone else remembers Friend Floyd.

Our old man, Truman, is the sweetest elderly dude imaginable. He has arthritis and doesn't like his evening walk, but if he doesn't have the walk, he gets up in the middle of the night to go out. The last few nights, he has taken to veering into the bedroom and going to his bed on his way to the backyard. He doesn't lie down, he just sits on it with his back to the door. Yeah, dude, you're not fooling anyone.

So, as a society, we're still doing that 5-day workweek thing? Disappointing.

It's too soon, I assume, for the arthritis pills to be doing any good, but Walter is already pretty stoked about the treats I wrap them in. He got a whole burger yesterday to make up for the indignity of the trip to the vet, and peanut butter this morning. The prescription flea preventative that supposedly is like a treat he dropped behind his food dish. Will try again tonight (has to be taken on a full stomach, so waiting until I actually see him eat) Will wrap in cheese if necessary. That's a $60 morsel you are trying not to eat, dog!

He got a whole burger yesterday to make up for the indignity of the trip to the vet

My kitty can never know about this.

We got a piece of mail today, hand-addressed to "The Peckmeyer Family," which immediately got my dander up, with a return address I didn't recognize. As it turns out, it was a nice condolence card from the mobile vet who came to the house to euthanize Kato. He isn't our regular vet, so I'm not going to give him (or his staff) grief about misspelling our name. (They need to stop including that damn Rainbow Bridge poem, though. My cynical side is all, "That shit is so hokey," while the rest of me is clutching a condolence card and crying like a damn fool.)

Also, holy crap, how is it already noon???

My cats don't know about it either. Of course, when they come home from the vet they hide and sulk, so even if I gave them burgers they might not notice.

I don't know how it happens but if I don't have my phone with me for 10 minutes during the day (I was in the meeting which I'm always in at that time of day), my wife will call me right then. I missed her phone call. I called back a couple of times one minute later, but she's not answering which probably means she's pissed off. That's just great.

I see, she can choose to not answer the phone, but you have to even if you are in a meeting. Not reasonable.

Gud, do you ever get pissed off at her? If my husband treated me the way your wife treats you, there would be hell to pay. t edit (Okay, no, I'll be honest. If Tim treated me the way your wife treats you, the marriage would be over. The way she treats you is not how you treat someone you claim to love. It's abusive, and you deserve so much better.) You are WORKING. You can't just drop everything to answer the phone the moment anyone calls, not even your wife.

I work from home, where things are not *super* pressing, but even so, I keep my phone on mute because I have shit to do. People can leave a message and I'll call back. If that pisses them off -- even if it's my husband -- too fucking bad. They can get the fuck over it and act like actual adults, not 3-year-olds throwing a tantrum because they don't get what they want the precise SECOND they decide they want it.

The way she treats you is appalling.

And honestly, you don't seem very happy with her. I'm not sure why you put up with it.

she can choose to not answer the phone, but you have to even if you are in a meeting.

A meeting that happens at the same time every day. Pretty reasonable to assume you won't be able to answer your phone at that point.