So I went to the pound and adopted a cat for Jeff, for Valentine’s day. She is such a cutie! And so affectionate! But… Oscar hates her. He is still not neutered, (that’s tonight) so I am praying he doesn’t decide to start spraying the house today while I am at work. New kitty is holed up in our second bedroom with food and water and litter, but I feel bad for her. Tonight she gets to come out and explore the house since Oscar will be staying overnight at the vet. He comes home tomorrow and I have no idea what I am going to do while he is gone. He is my “little Clyde” and I do love that stupid feline dearly, as much as I want to kick him some times. I am just not a cat person. I try, but Miyu really robbed that cat lover part of me. Clyde and Peanuts gave it back, but then they both died. Now Oscar is the last cat I am going to love like that I think. I want a dog. It’s just not going to happen while we live in an apartment, even though we are surrounded by people who own dogs. I am thinking about getting a third kitten in a couple weeks though, as I had this cute little redneck couple offer me one as I left the pound. But they weren’t going to be ready for two more weeks. I wouldn’t mind trying to have a baby kitty. Jeff is gunna kill me, but he never reads anymore, so I might be able to get away with it. Everyone falls in love with kittens! Then I will just take it to the pound to get the super shots and spay/neuter and presto! Baby kitty! I have never had a baby kitty before. Well actually we got Smoke when he was 8 weeks old, right after Hope got Luna if I remember correctly. God that was like my sophomore year in high school… why do I remember that?
So that just about sums up my last four days. Four days in two paragraphs, and yet I know I had more things to write about. I never remember the random observations I make during the day that I want to share with people. It sucks, some of it can be really insightful, and even funny at times!! ME? Funny?
Ok you want to hear some funky shit? I walked in on the most fucked up conversation between my mother and sister the other day and, unfortunately, was dragged into it despite my obvious distaste for the subject matter. Which was, horribly, how they both suffer from a lack of feminine wetness. So they have so far decided that it is genetic, which prompts them to both look at me questioningly. So I take a deep breath and realize that I am going to have to be involved in the terribleness that is the conversation they are having. Alright Dog, suck it up. So I look the two of them square in the eyes and said, “Well, honestly, girls, as far as I know, it is not genetic, but Jeff does this thing that you two may not know about and should probably tell your husbands about.” Both of them looked at me with the utmost curiosity and awe and excitement, wondering what this ancient magic was that I spoke of. “It’s called Foreplay, or something like that, and let me tell you, it is the best stuff!! You guys gotta try it!” Needless to say I got booted out of the conversation pretty quick.
All I have to say is thank fucking god.
Oh and I am getting a digital camera for Valentines day!! W00t!
~B.E.D.