SoftPaws would prevent them from climbing, but you’d think wrong. I guess all they need is their back claws to get them up the tree, and use their front paws for holding on.
The worst part of the whole experience was finally getting ahold of Tommy and starting to climb down the fence, and Tommy losing his shit, clawing at me, getting free, and leaping onto the ground from about ten feet up. He was perfectly fine, but I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
Goddamn cats.
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I don’t know that my day got much better after that. I spent ten hours canning and freezing shit, and I am SICK TO FUCKING DEATH of waiting for stuff to come to a boil on my shitty stove. I had mixed together the water, vinegar, and sugar for
this recipe and I kid you not – it took an HOUR AND A HALF to come to a boil.
By the end of the day I’d canned five pints of green beans, another five of corn, vacuum-packed a bazillion ears of corn for the freezer, and a ton and a half of summer squash, zucchini, and pattypan squash. Then I peeled and seeded a ton of tomatoes, cut them up, put them in the stock pot and let them cook for a few hours, and if we get an entire serving of spaghetti sauce out of all those goddamn tomatoes, we’ll be lucky.
That’s what I get for slacking all day Saturday, I guess.
Saturday morning I got up and was gearing up to do some canning when Fred mentioned that
Transformers was playing in Nearville at the theater where we’d attempted to see Live
Fred Free or Die Hard last week. Also, it was starting at 10:00, and it was my opinion that no one was going to get their lazy asses out of bed to get to the movie theater at 10:00 on a Saturday morning, so we’d practically have the theater to ourselves.
I took a shower, spent some time with the fostermonkeys, lazed around reading a book, and then it was time to go.
As I’d suspected, there were few other people in the theater, though a group of seven or eight preteen boys showed up about ten minutes into the movies.
The movie, well, what can I say about a movie I wasn’t interested in seeing in the first place? That cute little Shia LaBeouf is a cutie pie, and I think he was well-suited for the role. Megan Fox is a hottie, I guess, though I don’t know why they didn’t just have her carry a sign around that said “I’m a raging hottie and I know lots about cars and I’m every boy’s wet dream! LOLZ!” and be done with it.
I didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on during the action sequences, though I’m sure if I were a geek and a 13 year-old boy, watching things transform into other things would have been cool. Mostly I enjoyed the funny parts and my mind wandered during the rest of it and I found myself wishing I had a book and flashlight with me, more than once.
I’m sure Fred will want to own it so he can watch the transforming parts over and over again, which is when I’ll be catching up on my reading.
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I was supposed to take Tina Louise to the pet store on Saturday, but Friday afternoon the shelter manager realized that none of them had had their rabies shots yet and so I was about to shoot out the door to take them to the vet when the spud called to tell me that she’d been in an accident.
She called me before she’d even gotten out of the car, apparently, and I asked her how bad it was, and she got out of the car, looked, and started crying.
“It’s bad!” she said.
I told her to call the police, hung up, and called Fred. He was closer to where she’d had the accident, so he left work and went to where she was, and I sat and worried that she’d totaled her car, five days before she was to drive it to Rhode Island.
When Fred called me back a while later, he told me it was just a fender bender. Her rear fender was dented and her left rear reflector was broken, but it was definitely drivable and not bad.
So the spud has to do all the fun grown-up things she didn’t have to do when she got into an accident two years ago (poor E’gar!), like get the accident report, open a claim with the insurance company, get an estimate. She’s supposed to be doing all that today, and hopefully she’ll get it all done before Wednesday.
Welcome to adulthood, right?
Anyway, I didn’t take the kittens to the vet, so Tina Louise got a reprieve and got lots of snuggles this weekend. I’m taking them all to have their rabies shots this afternoon, then Tina Louise will be going to the pet store tomorrow. I hope like hell she gets adopted before next Monday, because I would HATE seeing her little monkey face in that cage next Monday.
Also going to the vet’s this afternoon will be Sugarbutt. Not only is he due for his yearly checkup and shots, we found a raw-looking spot on his neck over the weekend that looks an awful lot like it could be ringworm (pleasegoddontletitberingworm), so he needs to have that looked at.
I suspect that it will be a FUN drive to the vet, with the kittens looking terrified and Sugarbutt looking terrified, and having to hold Sugarbutt down (the cat don’t take too kindly to strangers) so the vet can look at him, and trying to hold the kittens down so they can get their shots.
Why do I get to have all the fun, I ask you?
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The Sugs in question. You’ll note a bare-ish patch on his arm. I don’t know what’s up with that, either. I thought it might be a grooming thing, but he’s got a patch like that behind his ear as well, so I don’t know. Hopefully the vet will!
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Previously
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I am smooth like a Barbie doll, and as far as I’m concerned, everyone else in the world is lacking nipples and sexual organs.
2003: Although, my father used to say to me ‘Nando, don’t be a shnook. It’s not how you feel, it’s how you look! And roo look mahvelous!
2002: Because, my friends, I am a squeezer.
2001: Any excuse to hold up the Laziest Gal in the South title.
2000: No entry.]]>