Naughty, Naughty kitteh

Cat for Sale - Cheap.





First photo - the latest damage I found upon arriving home Thursday night.  I didn't have room to post pics of the bread crumbs all over the living room and dining room floor. 

Second photo - you'll never convince me cats have no emotion.  That is smug superiority on Suzis face, no question about it. She KNOWS she didn't do it, and she knows I KNOW.  

I salvaged five pieces of that bread from the center of the loaf. When I got home Sunday, the last three were also scattered in the dining room.  Mitzi isn't eating much of the bread, and she isn't doing this because her bowl is empty. Because it's NOT. She's doing it because she's pissed at being left home alone, because it's FOOD and by god if there's FOOD she will have said FOOD, and also because she is a cat. She must know all, and anything she doesn't know must be thoroughly investigated.

There goes the neighborhood!

My twin fawns, taken Saturday morning at about 8 a.m.  

I posted the last one just so you could see how close they were. If I had been standing on my deck, I could have almost touched one.

I know the pics aren't good, which pisses me off, but I couldn't resist posting them anyway. There were looking in my bedroom door that morning, watching the cats watching them, and snacking on the bush there beside the deck. SO damned cute. This time they were not accompanied by their mother, but by their father or older brother. I got pics of him but they were too blurry - I think my hands might have been shaking, because I was standing on my deck in my underwear.  He had about six points, and his rack was fully velveted. He even turned his head so I could get a better shot of it, but I fucked it up in my excitement.  He didn't even call the fawns back into the woods when he saw me.  

The fawns DID cross the field when Mitzi snuck out the door though.

Monday

Okay, update. It must be brief, as I'm quite busy here at work today.  

I am fucking exhausted.  I've packed, and unpacked, and created a kitchen, and cleaned and made beds and unmade beds and climbed steps and fretted that somebody was going to have a heart attack before the weekend was over.  My neck hurts, my knee hurts, my legs hurt, but my back? Doesn't hurt! Amazing. I've had to take more codeine than I wanted this weekend to get through the chores, so my head and tummy hurt too. bleh

Brent is moved in, but surrounded by boxes.  I will help him, but maybe not tonight.

I have a new bed, but it's not set up yet. I think mom is going to help me this evening. 

I miss my kid.  I think she'll be coming home this weekend. 

I have another sleep study tomorrow night, with the machine this time.  Ick. 

I've had NO down time this weekend. I am really craving it. Hopefully setting up the bed won't take long and I can crash after mom leaves. Just me and Stephen King and Misery.  I hope to have the last Harry Potter by the end of next week, and I appreciate everyone not saying much about the ending.  It's eating me alive.  I will be SO PISSED if he dies.  Dammit. 

I got my annual "bonus-type" check this weekend.  Not much, but it will help with the deductibles I have to pay for prescriptions now that the fiscal year has restarted.  I'm going to get a couple prescriptions filled today.  I hope $200 is enough money.  Yes, it is quite possible that it won't be.   siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

Okay, I think that's all.