Caturday Question

Can they really read our minds? I swear they can. I did nothing different this morning but Soul WOULD NOT come to me. It was like he knew I was taking him to the vet to get the stitches out. I hadn't even gotten the carrier out. Usually if I sit in the task chair here he comes. If i open the food, there he is. If i bring out the laser light... NOTHING would induce him to come (but Kanda cleaned up on snacks and play time with the laser) Finally I cornered the little bastard.

I get him to the vet. Maggie the 150 pound monsterously overweight golden was there again. My H.R. director comes in with her dauschund. S. the vet tech goes into the back and comes out with the kitten version of bob_fish's Lord Okkoto. She drops him in my lap and says, 'he's very lovable but he can be bitey.' Three seconds later he's half under my shirt then bites my hand then spazzes all over me trying to get up under my hair to do god knows what to my ear. 'he's very rambunctious. We need a good home for him.' The vet comes out and says 'i'm taking him home for the weekend since he needs to run himself out.'

Oh lord NO. Okay just no. he's adorable. but rambunctious isn't what I need. Hell another cat isn't what i need. The vet DOES talk to me this time, and says 'that was an absorbale suture...' ARGH your girls told me to bring him back and did you see the monsterous cut on his heel? I think Kanda ripped him one. 'yes that's pretty swollen but it looks good' (it does, it's just swollen since it's fresh). SHe did admit the granulomas were bad and that they snapped off their pedestles easily which is kinda typical but that is bloody)

Deposit the brat back at home and go to the laundromat where apparently I loose all depth perception. I park like an ass (partially because the guy next to me is over both lines and i think my spot is bigger than it is). I FIX that and go in. In the process I slam my laundry basket into my side mirror and knock it askew. Fix that and go inside and slam the basket into a washer and nearly knock myself over. I come out later to see someone has parked next to me so close I have to go sideways between the cars. I say fuck it and hike my shirt up little to expose my buttons on my jeans. You want to park so I can't get in, i'm going to butt dance my way between the cars. Oh look you have a Rio hang tag. You're probably one of my students. Here, let me scrawl a note on your poorly parked land barge with my ass. Hmm you know what I think i'll say it in bellydance hip action. Idiot. At least I FIXED my bad park job.

I woke up too early this morning with like less than 6 hours sleep to hear both Al/Ling and Roy/Riza AND Sanzo/Goku talking about sex. Go away. I want to sleep. I don't have time to be horny. OH. YES. YOU. DO. WAAAAH. SLEEP. no way in hell apparently.

( day 123, caturday )