*sigh* brain dump
So, when the autofeeder drops food it makes a loud sound that used to call Smudge from wherever he was in the house, much like an electic canopener sound used to bring Sam in from the outdoors - though that canopener may or may not have been opening a can of precious tuna for Sam. The autofeeder, though, always rewarded the Smudge-sickle with food. It had become a phenomenon that Kitty quickly learned to get out of the way of. Now, the sound seems to be a trigger for her to start searching the house again. She’s also been all over us again, constantly demanding attention, and I’m sure I’ve been handling her more lately than usual and likely feeding my allergies. In general, James and I are both pretty conscious of washing our hands after petting animals, but lately I think we’ve been slacking just because Kitty has been trying to be near us non-stop.
So, James had a dream, where he opened the patio door to go water and Kitty ran out. He stepped back in to grab her harness, and when he came out he found her just sitting up by Smudge’s grave. I think it was a sweet dream, and probably us projecting that Kitty misses him, too. It’s one of those things that is weighing on us as to whether to get another cat right now or not. We have to go out of town again to do two fireworks shows for the 4th, so I guess whether or not she’s all crazy again after our absense will help us decide. I don’t think we really want another kitten though, and -speak of the devil, I’ve sat still here for 5 minutes so it’s time for Kitty to be crawling on me - instead I have been looking for 2-3 year old cats on craigslist, hopefully as grown as they’ll be and already used to people and other pets. James, I’m sure, is looking for Savannah cats again.
So, mom called yesterday. She hadn’t gotten my letter yet, but had talked to Joyce and heard about Smudge. She could hear me making dinner over the phone, so she wouldn’t talk long. Nothing was resolved. She told me she was sorry about Smudge, sorry she hadn’t called sooner, and sorry she had to lie to Dennis about driving down to Alabama for the 4th. We hung up with our “usual” I love yous, but I’m still not going to be calling her. We probably will just stay there for my reunion, but I’m not sure I’ll even call until we’re in town.
So, this is week 3 out of bootcamp. I was going to start back today, which is probably why my sinuses went nuts. Instead, I’ll do next week. I have to get back in the habit. Two weeks of crappy sleep, crappy food, too many desserts, forgetting vitamins, booze instead of water, and of course the fabulous emotional roller-coaster, well, they’ve left me pretty vulnerable.
So, we’ve recently watched Road House, Top Gun and Independence Day with rifftrax, and I watched Crossroads, which needs a rifftrax. I’ve also had a desire to watch Beastmaster, Krull, and Ice Pirates. This leads me to believe I must have an incurable brain fever which is causing me to crave and enjoy crappy 80s movies. Oooh… yes, maybe even a little Pirate Movie would be good. I clearly need help.
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