Spanky, I think. He keeps wandering around, howling mournfully for no apparent reason. Then he comes and looks curiously at me, and goes off to howl again. Oh, sure, I yell "Skitty-boo! Shut up!", but it has no effect. ::Mournful howl – look at Momma – sniff around the litter box – mournful howl – look at Momma – sniff at Momma’s feet – mournful howl – and-so-on:: When Fred left for work, he woke me up and I got up and showered and got ready to go. I was out of the house before 7:00, and working hard by 7:15. I left the spud home in bed, asleep (shutup, she’s 11 and we live in a good neighborhood! I was only going to be leaving her alone for an HOUR. She’s not a baby, she knows what to do if there’s a fire or something, so get off my back, alright? Obviously I have Issues). Like an idiot, I actually thought I’d be out of the office by 8. Best laid plans, and all that. Because I can never ever go anywhere without needing to stop somewhere on the way home, I stopped at Winn Dixie for paper towels, toilet paper, napkins, kitty litter, and cheap store-brand soda. "Chek" brand, it’s called. Fred and the spud really like the Chek brand diet sodas, so that’s what I buy for them (12-packs for $1!!! You sure as hell can’t beat that), but of course I still buy Coke for myself. I’m a Coke addict, perhaps I’ve mentioned? And then, finally, around 10, I was home. The spud was laying on the couch playing with the kitten and feeling fine. (I told you she’d be okay!) The kitten, by the way, has been walking around with her left eye closed since last week, when she got that corneal abrasion. The medicine makes her eye sensitive to light, so this is how she deals with it. She bears a striking resemblance to Popeye, which is what Fred and I have been calling her. Okay, so I’m an idiot. I just went and looked at my index page and realized that when I edited it yesterday, I must have edited sitemeter right off of it. What a dumbass. ]]>
12/28/1999