Sunday, August 31, 2003 Dinner Party extremists stage bloodless coup; catsup substituted
I picked up another stinkin' speeding ticket on the way to work today. A county cop was hiding around a bend in the road I take to work every day.
I was about 6 minutes late to work, so I had to explain to the boss on duty why I hadn't been there at 4 to hear the specials. When I told him, he said, "you wild woman!" He was not being sarcastic.
I didn't kick him.
That was my good deed for the day.
My bad deed for the day was taking the cats to the cat store to get gawked at. They hate it, and it doesn't work. Why don't these sweet, pretty cats get adopted in a heartbeat?
Because they are always getting upstaged by kittens. Almost every week it seems like there's a fresh batch of kittens at the adoption, and they get snapped up in a heartbeat, presumably by people with poor impulse control, while the pair of big cats languish in their catcage, getting pawed at by yokels.
Today I saw a well-meaning but idiotic teenage girl try to pet the cats through the bars of the catcage. There is, like, a door in the catcage, but little Avril hadn't found it, so she was "petting" the cats by poking her fingers through the bars and waggling them at whatever parts of the cats were nearest. She poked brown cat in the rump, and then said to her friend "Look, he's twitching."
Brown cat didn't even bite her. That's what a good cat he is. I took them both home after that.
I may suggest that the cat ladies bring in their own obese and sore-covered pets (I'm not just being snarky... to hear the cat ladies talk, all their pets are either obese, deathly ill, or plagued by skin conditions, but the cat ladies themselves might be suffering from Munchausen-by-Proxy syndrome) in next week, and hold the kittens in the back until the foster cats, who will be the cutest under those conditions, get adopted.
Seriously, though, if you live in the southeast and want cats, e-mail me at my ridiculous blog address. I'll try and post pictures of them someday, but rest assured, they are very fine cats indeed.
Also: only 2 more works shifts 'til I hang up my polo shirt and mustard-stained pants for good.
posted by Frenz | 8/31/2003 01:02:00 AM
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