Monday, June 28, 2004


Mondays really stink. Especially chilly, rainy Mondays in June. Where is the nice weather? I've waited all winter and spring for hot, steamy, sweaty weather. And here I sit with pants and long sleeves on. Of course, it could be sunny out by now. I wouldn't know since my office has no windows. But I'm sure fluorescent lighting is good for the mood. About as good as Mondays.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

I hate crying

I cry over everything. I am not one of those strong people who can act tough and hold in my emotions. So I just had to tell my boss that I have to leave early to put my kitty to sleep. Via email, and I still cried. So then the president of the company comes in to tell me she's sorry to hear about my kitty and I can barely mutter "it's ok, he's old" without breaking down. So I think I'm going to take a few minute break. Go outside and clear my head. Not that I'm very useful right now anyway. I can't concentrate. And I am worried how I'm going to get him to the vet because I just moved a few months ago and can't remember where the door for his little crate is. Guess I could wrap him in a blanket. But I don't think he'd stay still. What a crappy day.

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Poor Little Kitty

So my cat is dying I think. I know that's not a very pleasant thought. He's old. He'll be 16 in August. I've had him since I was 12. Guess it's time to let him go. I had his sister put down a few months ago. I just feel guilty, what if I am making the wrong decision? Or what if I already have because I've waited too long? I don't think he's in pain. He's not meowing any more than normal. But he's not eating. I bought him stinky ocean fish flavored soft cat food. He ate a little bit of that. And he has a lump on his chest, I guess you would say in his armpit? It moves.

I don't want to take him to the vet for tests. He's so old I don't think I'd have him treated and prolong suffering. I guess I'll just give it a day or so more, see if he eats any better, and then take him in. Actually I'll have my boyfriend do it, so I don't wreck on the way home from sobbing so hard. He's not very attached to him. (Actually I know he'll be relieved when it's finally done. His not a big fan of cats, but he's being nice and not saying that to me right now.)

I don't know. Maybe something will have changed by the time I get home....

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

What is a Blog

So I suppose I should know, and I guess I kind of understand this whole blogging thing now. You pretty much just ramble on about whatever comes to mind. I do that all the time to just about everyone I talk too, so maybe this will be beneficial...