You have two months left.
I am done with Drama for the rest of your year.
Especially as most of it is not even MY drama.
Can someone else please be the peacemaker for awhile.
I am feeling old and very, very tired.
You have roughly two and a half months left to you.
If you could be so kind;
No more funerals or memorial services for the rest of the year.
I find I have grown rather tired of cemeteries.
And I am quite weary of saying goodbye to old friends.
Had a migraine from hell today.
Not at all helped by the fact I can’t stop coughing and spitting up green stuff.
I see the doctor tomorrow.
So help me if they tell me I am not sick…
I am really going to have to hurt someone.
Bathed three of my cats yesterday to get rid of the fleas.
The baby kitten, baby kitten’s Mama who isn’t much bigger than baby kitten.
And my Blue Maine Coon.
They were the three being affected the worse by the fleas.
Took two of us to wash the Maine Coon.
This cat when standing on his back feet and reaching up is well over three feet long.
Big kitty was almost two big for the kitchen sink; we had to use both sides.
Tomorrow the rest get bathed.
They won’t be as hard, they are all normal sized..
Winding your cute furry little bodies around my feet while I am trying to feed you and the dogs, IS NOT going to get you your food any faster. However doing it while I am trying to fill up the water dishes is a pretty good guarantee to an unpleasant, unexpected and very cold bath; and the overwhelming temptation on my part to use your fuzzy little bodies to mop up said spill.
And while on the subject of water dishes. The water dish in the kitchen has a handle that is for my convenience in filling it, NOT so you can wrap your cute furry paws around it to drag it all over the kitchen spilling water everywhere as you go. (Yes I am talking to you Pacchi) And if you do so, and than bitch at me because the floor is now sopping wet. Doing so means I may be tempted... again... to use your fuzzy butts to clean it up.
And also when you have been chased away from the dog who is eating, five times because your too close to his bowl and he is growling, don't act so shocked because he snaps at you and I yell at all of you.
I realize that it is spring and your brains are temporary insane, but Mom gets cranky when you trip her and she has already fallen through the sliding glass doors screen door once this week, and doesn't care to repeat this (and you all really HATED the loud noise this made).. SO STAY AWAY FROM MY BLOODY FEET! Its not going to get you access to the great outdoor, which none of you save Spice likes being in anyway.
And Spice, if you sneak out the back door and get yourself stuck on the roof so that we have to go climb it at three in the morning to get you off, don't act like were picking on you because you yelled and in trouble for it.
(Cross Posted from my LiveJournal)