The waiting

Miss Kitty is home now. I got her yesterday morning from the vet. She looks bad, sounds bad, is bad. I think her time is near. She only wants to be outside, so she is in the front yard, close to the house. I can see her from the window. My dad's cat Minnie is sitting with her. I guess Minnie doesn't want her to be alone. I don't want her to be alone either, but I mostly want her to feel like she has a choice. Spending five days in a cage at the vet's office she didn't have much of a choice. If this is the end of her time with me then I want her to be able to choose where it ends, and if sitting outside in the grass and sunshine is it, then that is where she shall be.

And now the waiting.

Crap. I hate this.

Miss Kitty

Miss Kitty is sick. She is at the vet's and has been there since Tuesday morning. Lost weight, stopped eating, stopped drinking water, got a runny nose. So off to the vet's office we went where they hooked her up to an IV and started pumping fluids and antibiotics into her. She finally started eating Wednesday morning and is--according to the vet--"chowing down". I might be able to bring her home tomorrow afternoon.

Miss Kitty is 18 years old. I'm not sure how much longer I have with her, but I hope she is healthy, alert, and more importantly, happy to be with me. If she is ready to go, I want her to go. I truly believe our animal friends have a spiritual life too, and I hope she knows that at the end we'll all be together again. Big Fat Harry, Sam, Miss Kitty, and me. And all the four legged children I've had the honor to take care of--Bailey, Bootsie, Gus, Max, Jack, Sandy, Ferdie--who have gone on to the Big Kitty Heaven in the sky.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Not only is it summertime (the best season), but the stores are stocked with *squeal of joy* SCHOOL SUPPLIES! Those who know me know I LOVE LOVE LOVE school supplies. I could spend hours in an Office Depot or Staples. I went to Target yesterday and spent a good deal of time in their Back to School section. Oh, the joy!

I found the best freakin' Post-it Notes. I got a pack of round Post-it Notes with a drawing of a monkey on it. It says "good monkey" which we all know is silly -- monkeys are not good. They fling crap and are cranky and have fleas. *looks at Gus* But I digress. I also got a second pack of round monkey Post-its, but this monkey is scowling. I call this one "Gus in Trouble". I am taking Gus in Trouble to work so I can write on his face and slap him on my case files and computer monitor with very important notes on it like "don't forget dry cleaning". Also got a cute little cube of mini Post-its in neon green, purple, and blue. This is also going to work with me.

I think I am the only government worker in the world who will buy her own office supplies. Everyone else complains about the cheap pens and flimsy notebooks and lack of pencils, but won't buy spend $3.00 for a pen that works, or $1.00 for a pack of 10 pencils that will last for years. I happily go to the store and buy my own high quality pens, mechanical pencils, sturdy notebooks with nifty side pockets, neon Post-its, and the really cool dryline white out (not that smelly liquid goop crap that smears and glops all over the place).

I could go on and on about my love for school supplies, but the morning paper came and there is a big Back to School sale going on at Kohl's. I have to check, but I'm pretty sure I'll need a new bookbag. And I can't find my compass or protractor, or my rounded safety scissors. My bottle of rubber cement is all gummed up and gluey, so I'll need a new one.

And where on earth is my Elmer's glue? Ooooo! Highlighters! I definitely need new highlighters.

Jumping In

What the heck? I'll jump into this blog thing, but I'm warning all you people (you know who you are) ...... I am boring and usually have nothing to say. Hmm. Like right now. I have nothing to say. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Nothing.

Well, except that I really should be cleaning right now, but I'm also lazy so the cleaning can wait until another time. Like next week.

Oh! And don't except anything serious or deep or meaningful. I am a shallow-ender all the way.

So, you all are disappointed, aren't you? Be honest. I can take it.

Wait! One more thing. What should I have for lunch?