Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Why won't the bastards let me sleep?
I have two cats. One is a tiny cat basically fur over her skeleton. A tiny little black cat (we have to make sure black cats are locked up inside around Halloween) filled with absolute hatred for everything around her. She is a middle aged cat so she is not equipped to deal with the younger cats rambunctious nature. we named him Spazz. This little creature is over the weight limit I am supposed to pick up. He is 15 pounds and I am limited to 10lbs. He will run laps down the hallway, eventually bouncing off the walls and book shelves and looks like he is riding a friggin skateboard and part of his race track round the early morning hours of a day, is my sleeping body on the couch. Oh, it amuses me so. He's lucky I love him.
But today is different. Spazz is terrified of plastic bags--any and all plastic bags, this morning he picked a fight with Bitch, and ended up caught with a plastic bag "chasing" him, as well a two pound dose of fury and hate. Bitch kicked his ass, but so did the plastic bag. Now when he sees her, he starts growling at her. She don't care and will stroll right up to him no matter how loud he is hissing and growling. He won't go eat if she is near the food bowl. Guess where she decided to lie down for a minute. Yep, right in front of the food bowls.
She has earned the name Bitch. Actually, she was originally called Sonic because she was all black with little white hairs and looked like a hedgehog. She was so cute. First night, she slept on top of me and I woke up to her chewing on my neck. My cat actually gave me a hickey. Everyone but me was wary, I mean, she had been chewing on my neck. Apparently, I has taste.
Spazz came to us from the front porch. My hubby, was not gonna let anything happen to those kittens. One night, a possum came up on the porch. I had to run out the door and start grabbing kittens and tossing them to my hubby before the possum latched on to one of them. I got all the kittens inside and momma cat and hubby put them all in the bathroom, while I am trying to get the possum off the porch, luckily my best friend who lives next door happened to be coming over. With his help we finally got the terrified possum off the porch and running away as fast as its little legs could carry it. Eventually, momma and babies were back in the box. My hubby gave an incredible amount of love and attention to those kittens. It was a very hot summer with multiple days of it being 90 degrees or more. He took out a litter box we had not used, put water in it, and dipped the kittens in it so they could cool down. He made sure to handle them everyday so they would be more adoptable. It's hard to get feral kittens a home. Friends next door ended up with Sin (white kitten) we ended up with the runt Spazz, and the people who live behind us adopted the last kitten, a tan tabby just like Spazz.
Last year, a blind kitten was left on our porch. It was a fugly looking little thing. Hubby took care of it and I was beginning to make an effort mentally for one more kitten, and how do you litter train a blind kitten. Simple things that any blind creature has to accommodate. It ventured off the porch, and while hubby was watching it, the people who live in the trailer park next to ours had a big pit bull mix. It got loose and snagged the kitten and killed it and hubby was unable to save it. I watched my hubby's heart break as he went inside. The kids behind us took it away and buried it.
For the longest time, our neighbors behind us thought my hubby might be mistreating me. They would hear him yelling "Bitch" all the time. I busted out laughing when the woman asked me if I was being abused. I told her that our cat's name was Bitch. Seriously, if he said some of the shit he says to the cat, to me......well now that would bring a story in which the cops were called. We try to avoid that.
I sleep on the couch because of my jacked up back. (It's a magic couch, its so comfortable) Bitch runs along the back of the couch, Spazz plows through me as though I was a short cut. Good God, all I wanna do is sleep.
But today is different. Spazz is terrified of plastic bags--any and all plastic bags, this morning he picked a fight with Bitch, and ended up caught with a plastic bag "chasing" him, as well a two pound dose of fury and hate. Bitch kicked his ass, but so did the plastic bag. Now when he sees her, he starts growling at her. She don't care and will stroll right up to him no matter how loud he is hissing and growling. He won't go eat if she is near the food bowl. Guess where she decided to lie down for a minute. Yep, right in front of the food bowls.
She has earned the name Bitch. Actually, she was originally called Sonic because she was all black with little white hairs and looked like a hedgehog. She was so cute. First night, she slept on top of me and I woke up to her chewing on my neck. My cat actually gave me a hickey. Everyone but me was wary, I mean, she had been chewing on my neck. Apparently, I has taste.
Spazz came to us from the front porch. My hubby, was not gonna let anything happen to those kittens. One night, a possum came up on the porch. I had to run out the door and start grabbing kittens and tossing them to my hubby before the possum latched on to one of them. I got all the kittens inside and momma cat and hubby put them all in the bathroom, while I am trying to get the possum off the porch, luckily my best friend who lives next door happened to be coming over. With his help we finally got the terrified possum off the porch and running away as fast as its little legs could carry it. Eventually, momma and babies were back in the box. My hubby gave an incredible amount of love and attention to those kittens. It was a very hot summer with multiple days of it being 90 degrees or more. He took out a litter box we had not used, put water in it, and dipped the kittens in it so they could cool down. He made sure to handle them everyday so they would be more adoptable. It's hard to get feral kittens a home. Friends next door ended up with Sin (white kitten) we ended up with the runt Spazz, and the people who live behind us adopted the last kitten, a tan tabby just like Spazz.
Last year, a blind kitten was left on our porch. It was a fugly looking little thing. Hubby took care of it and I was beginning to make an effort mentally for one more kitten, and how do you litter train a blind kitten. Simple things that any blind creature has to accommodate. It ventured off the porch, and while hubby was watching it, the people who live in the trailer park next to ours had a big pit bull mix. It got loose and snagged the kitten and killed it and hubby was unable to save it. I watched my hubby's heart break as he went inside. The kids behind us took it away and buried it.
For the longest time, our neighbors behind us thought my hubby might be mistreating me. They would hear him yelling "Bitch" all the time. I busted out laughing when the woman asked me if I was being abused. I told her that our cat's name was Bitch. Seriously, if he said some of the shit he says to the cat, to me......well now that would bring a story in which the cops were called. We try to avoid that.
I sleep on the couch because of my jacked up back. (It's a magic couch, its so comfortable) Bitch runs along the back of the couch, Spazz plows through me as though I was a short cut. Good God, all I wanna do is sleep.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Time and Money
I seem to be lacking both of these at the same time, which is not good. FFXI will be raising the level cap in game to 99 finally. Now it will just be questions the rest of the year. I have to lead people through a game. Now I have to hope they will stick with me for all of us to level with and work with and maybe get a few more people back in action. This is stuff made from the life of one disabled mom, even though I loathe being stuck this way. But, until my conditions start to improve, I will be stuck with a cane and an attitude. Ok, the attitude was always there. Ugh I have to go to bed soon. Huntington trip tomorrow. Not thrilled.
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