May 21st, 2002


Poor sweet little liger

Imagine this... you're a happy, fat cat. Your person mommy (aka food lady) loves you and takes good care of you. You deal with your once a year vet visit and everything's peachy.

Two nights later, something's not quite right. You're all about the food-- and yet, there's no food!

NO FOOD? Something is very, VERY wrong.

But you go snuggle your person and cope without complaint.

Next morning. NO FOOD. Food lady goes into the refrigerator, so you know there IS food, but she's not giving any to you! You kiss her lots and cope without complaint.

Food lady gets ready for work, as usual, puts her things into the car big evil metal monster, the comes back and takes you with her. Yikes!

You don't like the metal monster. You tell her that. She's been saying the word "vet" a lot, so you've a good idea where you're going. You don't like that either. You tell her that, too. You idly wonder what "den tall cleaning" means. She never cleans your den, it isn't very tall, and anyway, she calls it an "apart mint," not a den. You sit on her lap and try to hold tight and cope.

She carries you back into the vet's office. It smells like a zillion different cats and dogs in there! How can she stand it?! Then she hands you over to a stranger and LEAVES. She left you, just like that! She's not supposed to leave! Not without you! She never leaves you here with all the scary smells! You hold onto the stranger and cope without complaint.

You're stuck into a cage and learn that boxes are nearly as much fun when you're forced to stay inside one. Where's food lady? More importantly, where's the food? No food, no food lady... just strangers, and DOGS. This is not a good day.

Oh, look! Here's stranger woman again! Maybe she has food!

No, she has a needle, and she's going to stick it into you and take your blood.

Oh, this day is just getting better and better.

Eventually, another stranger comes and takes you out of the box, and injects you with something very unusual. You feel oddly detached. Next thing you know, you're frolicking in the fields with butterflies! Wheee!

When you wake up, your teeth feel all weird and tingly. You're terribly hungry, but there's no way you're going to eat anything quite yet. Maybe you even feel a little nauseous. You cope.

You're back in the box, no food, no food lady, no butterflies, nuttin'.

Maybe this is it. Maybe she's not coming back, ever.

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Poor sweet Max. Food lady will come to your rescue later, and give you food and love and pets and snuggles and tell you how proud she is of her brave little lion. Hang tight, little liger mine. This is all for the best.
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What do you do with a drunken pussy?

Maxman is home. Looks like he's snookered. Keeps walking in circles and falling down a lot, gazing in wide-eyed wonder at the world that's spinning around him. I'm trying to keep him in one place, but he won't hear of it.

The vet said he probably wouldn't be hungry for quite awhile, but I could give him a bit of soft food later. Of course, he made a beeline* to his food spot when we got home. Of course, I fed him. Of course, he devoured it.

The bartender across the street from where I work nearly forbade me to buy the house I'm looking at because of how quickly that neighborhood is deteriorating. :P I go see the house again tomorrow, and my realtor friend Saturday. He thinks I can do better, and wants to be my broker. I don't know if that's necessary or desirable, but I'll hear him out.

I just went to phone our fearless director, and was informed that I had dialed a convent by mistake. I was convinced it was our prank-pulling director having a bit of fun, so I had a bit of fun back.

Oh, please forgive me, Sister Jane.

* Have you ever seen a bee fly? They kinda go all over the place. Max was doing damned fine bee impressions.

Still no checkbook :/
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