and I was going to go to PetsMart and see about the big slicker brushes dammit
THE ONLY THING STANDING BETWEEN THAT CAT AND DEATH RIGHT NOW IS THAT THE ONLY THING HE MANAGED TO FISH OUT OF THE FIBER BOX WAS SOME OF THE AMBIENT KOOL-AID DYED SHIT
He had an inch of paw space! he had to flip open a box inside the bin and fish out the roving! He cannot claim it was just lying right there so he thought it might be a toy!
Home sick, obv, and the cat has been extremely un-useful. What the hell use is a cat who won't sleep on you if you're sick. Although this morning he was lurking interestedly over the tub as it filled, and I heard a splash, a tiny kitten shriek of "FUCK!" and the cat reappeared, shaking his paws off and pretending he hadn't done that. And then he came back in to supervise my bath and he fell into the toilet. So he might be mad at me for tattling on him. (It was bloody hysterical.)
Although I feel better than I did this morning, except myBoss called to find out what I do about Light Duty Person at night, did I have her lock up or what -- I just act like she's not there -- and informed me I sounded of death, and then Grandma called over to say that if Mom wanted she could use her car, and informed me that I sounded of death, and the dog came over because Grandma has Bible study and he likes to whore himself out for pets during the middle of it and ... informed me I sounded of death. =w= Earlier I didn't even want to read skeevy fanfiction on the internet, which is the low level of Feeling Like Hell usually. I slept for three hours after I called work and the only thing I felt like looking at was soothing articles about setting up spinning wheels.
Damn! I finally found a source for toy wheels that are Not Two Inches and they want a $25 minimum order, and not even I can convince myself that I'll use $25 worth of toy wheels for spindle making, unless I get hardcore into teaching people. T_T
Happy birthday, Carrie!♥
He had an inch of paw space! he had to flip open a box inside the bin and fish out the roving! He cannot claim it was just lying right there so he thought it might be a toy!
Home sick, obv, and the cat has been extremely un-useful. What the hell use is a cat who won't sleep on you if you're sick. Although this morning he was lurking interestedly over the tub as it filled, and I heard a splash, a tiny kitten shriek of "FUCK!" and the cat reappeared, shaking his paws off and pretending he hadn't done that. And then he came back in to supervise my bath and he fell into the toilet. So he might be mad at me for tattling on him. (It was bloody hysterical.)
Although I feel better than I did this morning, except myBoss called to find out what I do about Light Duty Person at night, did I have her lock up or what -- I just act like she's not there -- and informed me I sounded of death, and then Grandma called over to say that if Mom wanted she could use her car, and informed me that I sounded of death, and the dog came over because Grandma has Bible study and he likes to whore himself out for pets during the middle of it and ... informed me I sounded of death. =w= Earlier I didn't even want to read skeevy fanfiction on the internet, which is the low level of Feeling Like Hell usually. I slept for three hours after I called work and the only thing I felt like looking at was soothing articles about setting up spinning wheels.
Damn! I finally found a source for toy wheels that are Not Two Inches and they want a $25 minimum order, and not even I can convince myself that I'll use $25 worth of toy wheels for spindle making, unless I get hardcore into teaching people. T_T
Happy birthday, Carrie!♥