End of the Week

Cat Status

Dylan is back to his normal devilish self. No more sneezing at all, breathing just fine, was able to cancel follow up appointment scheduled for today.

General complaints about the state of the litter boxes.

Sophie is in the study/office/ghastly room, giving herself a bath. She doesn't fool me though. I know she's a whore for Whiskas Temptations. Boris loves them too, but prefers to be hand fed.

The outdoor cat situation is not so good. I haven't seen the buff/orange kitten since Monday. Buster is around every morning there's no food in his bowl. And the other ones, well, they're gone. No kittens. No Lily. And of course, no Sam. It makes me wonder if I should close up shop but I think not while Buster is around. In fact, it might be time to go back to trying to trap him.

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Drugs

I forgot my little drug compartment thing today, so messed up on the meds, but I have to say, it's been an exceptionally good week. Obvi, taking meds on schedule is a good thing. I think I'll keep this up.

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Fly Girl

I am finally getting control of the fly situation. I learned that two windows that I'd thought were sealed tight were not. Now they are.

I have also discovered the perfect fly-swatter: my vacuum cleaner. Just kind of aim it in their direction and THUP! There's one. It's better than a video game.

Defeating pestilence and disease one THUP! at a time.

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A Weird New Kick

I mentioned the whole "prepper" thing before. Did you know there is prepper fiction? There is! I couldn't resist. I had to read a couple (cheap on Amazon, of course). Of the two I've read - and the only two I've read - one was badly edited, had no plot other than "uh-oh, it's finally hit the fan! Dayum! We were right! Head for the hills!".

The second one has mostly been edited, a little stumbling on the plot, but there is one and it is not gleeful that most of humanity had been destroyed.

I have been poking around on the websites and have found a couple of good, sane, prep for a hurricane articles. And I've been doing little things that I should have been doing before Her Bitchness Irene came along. Every time I get money out of the ATM, I put aside a certain sum and save that in my rainy day fund. I check the batteries in my flashlights. These are actually things we used to do in Florida at the start of every hurricane season.

Believe me, I will not get carried away with this. I grew up sitting in my grandparents' kitchen, listening to intent conversations either on the Second Coming or the inevitable new American Revolution. In fact, the night before my wedding, my inebriated mother came into my room and whispered into my ear that I'd better get ready for the Apocalypse because it was coming. If only I had listened to her. I thought she was talking about religion, not my marriage.