Monday, June 28, 2004

Mondays

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...