My new baby!
New Cat!
Went to the local shelter today and held a bunch of kitties. It took an hour and a half to decide which kitty to adopt, but eventually we left with Lindy (name to be changed) a female (spayed) tabby, who will be 4 yrs old in July. She was a sweetie, but now that we brought her home the dogs have scared her a little and she is under my bed. She lived with dogs before being surrendered to the shelter, so she should be okay with the mini-poodle and pom eventually. Just stressful moving to a new home.
Got food, treats, cleaned out the auto-litter box, new litter, wet food, a couple toys, collar, and a sisal scratch-pad. Discovered something on sale for planting so we’re going into town tomorrow and I’ll get a few more things for the kitty to play with/scratch on. She needs a new kitty bed that is her very own I think.
So far the name favorites are Janeway, Seven, and Kira. I like Seven because it is a lucky number for a lot of people too.
My birthday is tomorrow. We are going to Grand Forks. President Clinton is visiting Grand Forks tomorrow. This has the potential of being a really great birthday, and letting me cross off one of the five life goals I have, or of being a huge disappointment. I’m leaning toward disappointment, because I doubt I could get close enough to shake his hand if we go to the event at the park (though we should be in town by then).
My goal is to shake the hand of a former, current, or future president. I really think that Clinton was a good president, and did a lot to better the United States, but my mother hates him because of his affairs.
McCoy
Some days I think that I will never get over losing my kitty. It’s been almost eight months and I still cry every single time I even think about him is passing. And this month is really hard because he would have turned 16 last week, and this will be my first birthday without him. I really don’t think I have ever loved anyone, or anything, as much as I loved him. I would have died for him, he was my baby.
I always forget about Tumblr and then am all… what have I been doing instead?
Welp, Occupy Seattle was raided.
What happened?
According to the Twitter, their structure was removed (I’m not in Seattle so I have no idea what that means) and some people were arrested. The arrests are still happening.
Hmm, I wonder if my brother was one of them.
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Nora Ephron on the premiere of NBC’s The Playboy Club, in this week’s NEWSWEEK:
I worry (as someone who was an adult in the 1960s) that young people will see The Playboy Club and think that this is what life was like back then and that Hefner, as he also says in his weird, creepy voice-over, was in fact “changing the world, one Bunny at a time.”
So I would like to say this:
1. Trust me, no one wanted to be a Bunny.
2. A Bunny’s life was essentially that of an underpaid waitress forced to wear a tight costume.
3. Playboy did not change the world.
I read something this afternoon about someone who committed suicide, and what happened to their dog. And all it made me think about that for me it would be a good time to do it, since I don’t have any pets to worry about ending up in a shelter if I were dead. My cat gave me a reason to live, without him I really don’t have much.
Some days I feel like I’m fucking up my entire life.
