I finally managed to get rid of my 8′ table — more details in an upcoming photo post — and the woman taking it off my hands brought her two kids with her when she came to pick it up. One of them was a girl of perhaps 7. She was maybe twice the size of Hiko, and a little shy of him. Cats, however, are apparently much more her thing than dogs.
She caught sight of Waybee sitting three or four steps down the staircase, and went into a kind of hypnotic trance. I wasn’t worried about her heading down to chase Peeka Waybe because I knew she would never catch her and, in fact, would probably never even catch another glimpse of her. And I wasn’t like I didn’t know how she felt; I may be thirty years older, but cats kinda send me into a hypnotic trance as well XD
But I was a little surprised when, not twenty seconds later, she reappeared coming back up the stairs carrying Galileo. And did I mention this kid is tiny? She looked like a shrunken adult carrying a young tiger. And Galileo had this bemused expression like he didn’t quite know what what was going on. He’s a pretty nice cat in general, though, so he wasn’t reacting badly — just looking kinda blindsided.
He always struggles eventually, though, when he wants to stop being held, and it wasn’t like she could retain him when he was half her size and twice her muscle. So presently she had to put him down. And he immediately ran off down the hall with an even more poleaxed demeanor as if to say, I don’t really understand what just happened, but I kinda don’t want it to happen again. It was pretty damn funny.
It not infrequently happens that people bringing in cats for surgery have no idea of their cat’s sex. Like, ‘not infrequently’ is an understatement; this actually happens stupidly often. Balls are… balls are such a good indicator… folks…
Anyway, the other day, a supposed girl cat steps out of her carrier and has big ol’ jowls and looks like she’s probably eleven pounds. And when I stick my hand back underneath, hey! guess what! So I says to the owner, “Well, I have some news for you… This is a male cat.”
“Oh, really?” says the mom in mild interest. “They told me it was a girl.” Like, yeah, I got that.
And the daughter, probably twelve years old but seeming developmentally challenged in some way or other, bursts into tears. “I don’t want her to be a boy!” she sobs uncontrollably.
You guys, there was nothing either the mom or I could do to make this kid feel better about the news that her beloved Panda was actually a boy. Nothing. And I hate to say it, but her despair got funnier and funnier the longer she expressed it.
A dad came in with his 8-year-old daughter’s cat for spay, and along with the cat and some food for her he also handed me a letter. It was thoroughly taped into its envelope, and he told me, “I don’t know what this says. It probably asks you not to spay her, since she wants her to have kittens.” Well, here’s the letter:
I could spend an hour unpacking all of that awesomeness, but I think I’ll let it speak for itself. Long story short, little girls and cats are an amazing combination.
I’ll clear out all these old photos yet, I swear to Poe. All of these are from 2013. Lotsa photos.
I love Disneyland!! It is one of my favorite places to be! Now I will talk about it. Yay!
In one dream, I was a badass swordsman that successfully defended the colony (which lived in the Jamboree building, of course) from zombies or something. I wore a super cool fantasy outfit and had Sword of Darkness II, which I even made fun of in the dream because it’s the most common fantasy sword that every nerd has on their wall and it’s not even sharp.
There were all these dudes that rallied around this one older guy swordsman that was disdainful of me because I was a ladytype. Despite the fact that I’d singlehandedly saved the colony, they were all sneering and such about women being swordsmen.
This guy challenged me to a duel, and then looked all skeptical and superior when I didn’t know the little duel-specific flourishes one is supposed to make at the beginning. It was a very structured and not very practical sort of duel, and he beat me easily, and I was kinda like, I don’t have time for this. Then he condescendingly asked if I wanted to try again, and I said, “If I lost, I lost.” And walked away. XD
There was another dream I wanted to record, but I’ve completely forgotten it now. Like, I can’t even vaguely remember what it might have been about. I just remember waking up afterward thinking it would be amusing to have written down. Ah, well. On to sadder things.
Zombie Girl is back in town(country) because her mother had a stroke. This, of course, is horrible, but nonetheless I am always glad to see my dearest friend again. Here’s hoping her mother has the fullest recovery she possibly can.
Speaking of hospitals and such, my dad and his siblings have elected to stop the no-longer-effective cancer treatment on their father and take him home. Last I heard, the doctors had no estimate on how much longer he’ll live; dad and uncles speculate a week or two. I have no great attachment to my grandfather, but I am quite attached to my father and will feel extremely bad for him when his dad dies. At least everyone’s known it’s coming.
Interestingly, my grandfather worked at a plant manufacturing nuclear bomb parts when he was younger, and apparently everyone that ever worked for that company and later developed cancer gets all their cancer treatment paid for without question by the company. I guess they knew they’d never win a lawsuit and just decided to be gracious before anyone came at them.
And speaking of cancer and dying, great thanks to David Bowie. 372 songs of my 12,724-song collection are yours, sir, and even though you had a terrible habit of throwing older songs onto the end of new albums over and over and over (so that I think I have about twelve copies of Space Oddity from different places), that doesn’t change the fact that I have more music by you than by any other single artist.
Stardust: The David Bowie Story was the first biography I ever read, and that long before I had any idea that I’m gay or even much of a concept of what ‘gay’ was. I’m grateful for the enlightenment and for the music. We’ll miss you, goblin king.
And now I think I’ve gone on longer about David Bowie’s death than I did about those of a couple of authors in the last few years whose work meant far more to me than his. Or about my own grandpa’s XD
Well, I’ve been quite productive this weekend, and I’m hoping to continue to be productive today. I don’t think I have anything else to say in this entry, so I’ll post some pictures and go away.
Bizarrely, here’s a picture of the mountains looking cool that I took from some parking lot other than Wal-Mart. What is the world coming to??
Northern Spy Apple Crisp is apparently a thing. I want to be a spy and have a special apple crisp just for me.
And here’s Waybee looking startled. She does that a lot more these days with younger, less appropriate animals around.
Last of all, a chinchilla I saw once at a pet store doing the best pose.
I’ve been “””working on””” this post for, like, a week, which mostly means having nothing else to say and ignoring it. So here it is.
Guess what!! I have my first grey hairs!! OK, technically, I’ve been dying my hair black for so long that grey hairs might have come along any time in the last few years and I would not have noticed them. Lately I’ve been letting my natural color grow out, though, and these little grey ones have appear along with the rest. It is exciting and kindof awesome for no particular reason XD
GW fic coming soon!
I dreamed that we were at grandma’s house (mom’s mom), and she had a whole bunch of big dogs running happily around in a big back yard. I adopted two of thems: a pit bull and a great dane, both female and very sweet (sweet female dane ROFLOL).
The problem was that, in this dream-world, it required first a five-hour drive and then an airplane flight to get both to and from grandma’s house. The dream made it clear that the flight with these dogs wouldn’t be a problem, but the five-hour drive to the airport was going to be somewhat difficult. For one thing, I already had Beeks with me. For another, we’d bought a bunch of souvenirs, so our baggage was very large. Also we were already four adults (and one small dog) in a compact car. Cue another ‘woke up laughing’ moment.
Once Waybee decided to help me with homework:
You can tell I’m still in 2012 with these pictures I’m trying to catch up on posting. It is nice not to have homework anymore.
This was also back before we finished getting six-foot fences up all around the back yard, and the deer were in and out whenever they wanted:
And then one time ZG and I saw these amazing signs in a store:
I am pet-sitting for a co-worker, and I had no idea it would be so stressfully time-consuming. Though I’ve determined that there are four Confrérie parts remaining (unless any one of them grows so much that it has to be divided into two), they are not ready to post yet. My apologies to my reader on the delay of the end of this story.
Eventually I’m going to be really annoyed about this; I loathe breaking a great streak, especially so close to the end. But honestly, right now I’m hella indifferent about everything. So much damn going back and forth between my house and this other house; so much getting up early to come let these dogs out on days when I should be sleeping in. I could have just stayed here nights, but I miss my cat too much when I’m away. Seriously, though? No more pet-sitting.
Other stuff needs to be reported, but did I mention indifferent? I can’t work up the energy to mention anything else. Oh, but I will post a picture of one of these dogs, at least, to show how cute she can be. I mean, it’s not like this is all bad.