brave kitten

11-23-99

I keep saying that I'm too lazy to upload. What is that crap, anyway? I'm not lazy, I'm exhausted. In a good way. I go to work in the morning, work all day, and I work hard, dammit. Good hard. Not standing at a cash register fake-smiling at rude people hard, but scrubbing floors, petting dogs, being friendly and going home when I'm done hard. Even if I'm done in 9 hours.

I'm one of those people who goes grocery shopping every day. Usually I just stop by the store on my way home. When I worked in the store I used to rush through after I clocked out. Head down, grabbed what I needed, went through the line smiling grimly at the cashier, and not making eye contact with any customers for fear they'd need something. Now, I go into the store in my pepto-pink scrubs, say good morning to random people, smile like an idiot at displays and I bag my own groceries cheerfully.

The gray kitten finally left today! That one that was supposed to go to the shelter. Aida decided to keep him around for a while, hoping someone would adopt him (hoping I would adopt him) and today a lady took him home! Yay!

(Double yay because he was such a fucking mess. His only daily diversion was spreading his litter around his cage and then dumping his water on it, making gray kitten-prints all over the floor, walls, and even the ceiling of the little box. What a pain in my ass to clean that up every day.)

And Fleck went in today. I brought him in with his favorite toy, a fat little catnip pumpkin. He finally had his surgery around 4:30, and by 5 he was coming out of the anesthetic, shaky as all the kitties. He had the little booties on over his paws and he was confused while I petted him.

Most declawed cats stagger around with those socks on and end up lying still in the cage for a few hours, at least. Within a half hour Fleck was bumping around in his cage, pushing that stupid pumpkin toy around with his head. I was so proud of him.

John came home (oh yeah, John was gone for a couple days--I forget to mention it sometimes, it happens so often) and we lay around on the couch watching Buffy etc. I'm tired. I'm going to post a note to the journal site letting people know that my entries are by e-mail until I get my shit together. I'll probably get it together by tomorrow! I don't have to work Thursday until 10. Imagine that!