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mynewplaceI'm allergic to cats. Ya'll knew that, right? If I live with a cat I develop an immunity to it, and sometimes get a bit icky when I'm away from it (throat gets clogged, etc.) But when I'm around a new cat, my allergies kick in.
So there's this kitten here at the office today, looking for a home. He's a creamsicle, two pounds of love and fury, who can't be around other cats. Cause he beats them up. OMG he's sweet! Well, he was until I played too much and he started beating ME up. Which I don't really mind, cause I think it's cute and fun when they grab you and thump their little bunny backfeet on your arm. Anyway, I'm coughing my head off, and my throat is uberitchy. *snort*
I am in possession of a PS2 today. It's in the car. Scarlett has had a stomach ache since last night, so she stayed at mom's today instead of going to school. I hated it, since they had so much trouble with her before, but I gave her several admonishments about misbehaving "If mawmaw calls me EVEN ONCE there will be NO MORE PS2 this week. Comprende? Capice? Comprendez-vous?" Yes, she comprende, as she stared at the t.v. screen. So I made her repeat my orders, until she got them right. She was briefly pissed about me taking the PS2, but fuck that. There will be no mindless gaming all day without eating. Dammit. Granted, she will compensate with mindless television, but when mom gets home from work I'll tell her to turn it off for the rest of the day. I've also given Scarlett homework, a worksheet she failed and forgot to have me sign, and a list of vocabulary words. There are a few on there that I don't even recognize, so I'm looking forward to learning the definitions of those.
My hands are itching from the kitten claws. I gotta find an alcohol swab. There is NO antibiotic ointment in this building.
So there's this kitten here at the office today, looking for a home. He's a creamsicle, two pounds of love and fury, who can't be around other cats. Cause he beats them up. OMG he's sweet! Well, he was until I played too much and he started beating ME up. Which I don't really mind, cause I think it's cute and fun when they grab you and thump their little bunny backfeet on your arm. Anyway, I'm coughing my head off, and my throat is uberitchy. *snort*
I am in possession of a PS2 today. It's in the car. Scarlett has had a stomach ache since last night, so she stayed at mom's today instead of going to school. I hated it, since they had so much trouble with her before, but I gave her several admonishments about misbehaving "If mawmaw calls me EVEN ONCE there will be NO MORE PS2 this week. Comprende? Capice? Comprendez-vous?" Yes, she comprende, as she stared at the t.v. screen. So I made her repeat my orders, until she got them right. She was briefly pissed about me taking the PS2, but fuck that. There will be no mindless gaming all day without eating. Dammit. Granted, she will compensate with mindless television, but when mom gets home from work I'll tell her to turn it off for the rest of the day. I've also given Scarlett homework, a worksheet she failed and forgot to have me sign, and a list of vocabulary words. There are a few on there that I don't even recognize, so I'm looking forward to learning the definitions of those.
My hands are itching from the kitten claws. I gotta find an alcohol swab. There is NO antibiotic ointment in this building.
