Monday, November 1, 2010

I am alive!

I'm still alive here.  I've been working on Ellie's blog more than here.  This is Ellie's blog if you want to see it:
Ellie's Blog

I am still looking for a job.  I am picky, yes, but I don't want to be in the same situation again and again.  I'm tired of the nastiness.  I want something good but right for me.  I did do a round of pet sitting for my neighbors.  Tiger is a good cat, I enjoyed taking care of him.  Quite a lovely boy. 

Seriously enjoying my at home time with the kids.  I almost had another cat but thankfully she has a home and they came and got her at the vet's office.  Whew!  Not sure I could have handled another in the house.  I would have if it had come down to it but it didn't happen.  Whew!  Really, Whew! 

Friday, October 8, 2010

Tiger comes for a visit

It is really nice here these days. I've opened two windows at the front of the house so the boys can get some fresh air and so can my house. I LOVE perfect weather that is not hot but not cold either. Anyway, after opening the window I walked into the kitchen then walked back in the room and the boys were both staring intently out there so I went over to see what was so exciting. OMG, an orange cat with green eyes, on my doorstep, looking in. And meowing at me. I know the cat. He is Tiger who lives across the street and gets out from the house at times. He came to see me! I think he knew this was a safe house to go to. I put on my shoes and opened the door. Tiger was ready to come into my house, no problem. Instead I walked him back across the street (Tiger walking in front of me, in case I didn't know where to go) and rang the doorbell for him, he isn't tall enough to reach. Toni, his Mom came to the door and I hear 'who is it?' So I yelled "It's Tiger, can I come in?". She was surprised to see him outside. And asked the usual question: how did he get out? Shoot, he can slip out easily when you don't notice. He did it on me when I pet sat last time. I noticed but he is FAST. Tiger is home again, he walked in the front door of his house like there was never an issue. Stinker.

So I am really pleased at how the Heathens behaved. There wasn't any fussing from them, they were good boys, no growling when they saw Tiger, just interest. Guess I am good at raising social cats. They easily accepted Robin coming into the house. I love my Heathens, good boys, very good boys.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Heathens, you have to love them. No, really you do!

Seems it is never a dull moment in my house. The boys, all three of them, keep me on my toes. And Ellie, well, she has her ways of keeping me in line too.

I had an allergy attack on Sunday, so bad that I had to take some Dayquil to help me out a bit. I hate taking stuff like that but sometimes it is just needed. Being stupid at times, I left the package out on the bathroom counter and left an unopened foil package out of the box, on the counter. BTW, that is a stupid thing to do. So I took my pills and went into my office to read my favorite sites and eat some lunch. I got up to take my lunch dish out to the kitchen when I see Hermie. Oh SHIT, it looks like he got into cobwebs but there aren't any in my house. I tried to chase after him to see what was all over his face but he ran from me. And ran from me again. And again. DAMMMIT! I was finally able to grab him and wipe cat spit off his face. He was drooling and throwing cat spit everywhere. I panicked and ran to my bathroom. I saw an empty Dayquil package in the litter box, all chewed up. Then I saw the foil package that I left on the counter, now on the floor. Crap, Crap, Crap! And Crap! It had been chewed on. I was worried, what did Hermie ingest? Then I looked closer at the package. Just a few cat teeth marks into the pill area and the pills had a few little marks on them. He didn't ingest any. He just got a taste of nastiness. And me? I was so relieved. I did watch him all afternoon, fearing that there was going to be an emergency room visit for us. He was fine, a little perturbed that I kept bothering him. But he was fine. Me? Not so fine.

Last week one night, I was getting ready to get the boys into their rooms for the night. Since I am tired of having to chase Hermie around, I picked him up and was carrying him out of my bedroom when who knows what, but something, freaked out Louie who scattered quickly. Which in turn freaked out Hermie who dug his back claws into my chest (yes, really) and his front claws into my back. I now have bruises on my breasts from cat claws. This running from me at bedtime is a new game for Hermie. It is FUN to have me get pissed at him and have to chase him thru the house in order for him to be put in his room.

And Louie. Mr. Poops-outside-of-da-box. Not sure what else needs to be said. He also has some bedtime fun with me. He will run OUT of their room if given the chance cause I haven't had enough exercise chasing after Hermie.

Notice, Robin isn't an issue at all. He really is a good cat. I have to give him his anti-depressant 2 times a day and he takes it pretty well. I've learned to sit down beside him, pet him a little bit then scruff him, open his mouth and put the pill in. He looks so hurt (at least to me) when I do that. I make sure he is OK when we are done, I try to give him love but Robin, so not into it. I'm not sure what Robin's life was like before he came here. I don't think it was all fun. He hates, absolutely hates, being picked up. He cries like he is afraid. I pick him up for short times, trying to get him used to it but I always put him down as soon as he protests too much. I just think maybe someone hurt him when they picked him up. He will never be hurt in this house. Ever.

And Ellie, she is on a 'diet'. She gets 1/2 cup of kibble a day. There are no bowls of kibble sitting around for her to snack on, she has her bowl and that is it. Sometimes the Heathens eat a bit if it so I do replenish but I am not overfeeding her. I want her weight to come down. I am trying (hahahaha) to get her to exercise. Imagine carrying 15 pounds of cat out into the front room so that she waddles back into the bedroom, hissing the entire time. Or worse, I carry her to the guest room (where the heathens sleep at night) and put her on the bed, where she growls and hisses then she runs (hahahaha), waddles really, back into my bedroom. Yes, it goes well. She does seem to be interested in a little bit of play action so I am trying to do that. She is nothing like the boys but she will chase the stick a little bit and the one feather toy is OK to look at and bat at too.

The weather here in Florida has definitely cooled down. For Florida it is gorgeous! OK, it is a tad chilly at 6:30 am when I go for my morning walk. On Monday I dressed as I usually do, workout Capri's, workout tank, running shoes. I walked out my front door and felt COLD. The sun wasn't close to being up yet and yes, it was chilly. I didn't turn home though to change clothes. I did the walk. It was, as my Mom always said in 'cold' weather, invigorating. On Tuesday I got smarter. I wore long pants and a long sleeved shirt. I was warmer but still, just a little cold. So Wednesday I layered up. Bad, bad move. I was dying it was so damned hot. Today I just cuddled Ellie and decided to skip the morning walk. I will be out there again tomorrow morning.

I'm still looking for a job. There are mainframe jobs out there (I am a computer programmer) but I do not have all the qualifications that they want. I recently moved into EUC also known as Emergency Unemployment Compensation. If you do not know what this is, let me give you a quick synopsis. This is when you have used up all of your state unemployment you move into the federal program, you know, the one that pisses off folks. Yes, that one. I'm sorry but unless you are in this situation, you have no idea what it is like. It is SCARY. I am going to meet with my financial guy next week to see if I can hit some of my retirement now, take a loan on it. I know I will end up paying for that but I will not lose my house. I will not have my pets hungry and I won't go hungry either. I am very, very frugal. I don't spend needlessly. I would love to have new things. Can I? Nope. I sure hope (snark) no one ever makes a comment about unemployment to me. They may not like how I reply.

And when I am employed again, how will it be? I'm sure I will feel just like I did last time. Fear. Of when will it happen again. I will again save all that I can because honestly, no one is safe. If you think you are safe, that your job is may be in for a rude awakening. It isn't a fun thing but I do know how to deal with it. Kind of surprising. I am a stronger person than folks take me fore. I'm pretty sure people expect me to fall apart, to go over the edge. HA! I don't fall apart. This is life. I choose to deal with what is thrown at me. I don't roll up into a ball and hide in the corner. Yes, it is difficult but I'm stronger and smarter than a few folks think. Too bad, so sad.

I'm going to be pet sitting Tiger again! Whoohoo, I love that orange dude. He is quite the cat. It is only for a week but that is OK, he will get some time with the food lady (me). And I will get the enjoyment of spending some time with him, just being there. I won't get in the pool this round, Toni said it is a little chilly now. Bummer. Still I will sit out at the pool with him and just contemplate, meditate, day dream. Good things to do.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

October, what the hell?

Seven years ago yesterday my cat Misty passed away. He had a very long life...he was 20.5 years old when he died. He was a gorgeous cat, pure white with blue eyes and a forked tail. I think he had angora in his ancestry. I know there was Siamese, I saw his mother. Yes, Misty was very special. At least to me. And sometimes he was the cat from hell. Yeah, I have the scars to prove it.

On that same day I acquired Bob the cat. When my brother and I came back from the Vet's, my brother told me I needed to take Bob home with me. I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure Bob would tolerate me. I did agree to bring Bob back home to Florida with Wraggs and me. It was a very good decision as Bob became my best little orange cat friend.

October is one of those months that I love and I hate. I love the cooler weather. I hate many of the memories that pop up.

Three years ago this month I lost my job. It was not a good time for me but I learned that I am a strong woman and that I have friends and people who care about me. I learned that being a kind, good person gets you more than being a bitch. I could have been really nasty when I left there but I left with my head held high, I left with my self respect, I left with my dignity. I left.

Four years ago my Mom passed away. Mom left us many years before. Alzheimer's is a cruel disease. It takes a person's personality and leaves the shell of the body. Which is what it did to my Mom. Yes, Mom had her moments where, well, she was a bitch. And at times I don't think she liked us kids that much, we weren't 'her birth family'. My cousins were the worst folks on the planet (unwed mothers, meth dealers, moochers) yet they were better than her own children. It took helping my mother get to bed one night to change my attitude about her. Mom and Dad were still living at home and I had come up to check on them (I would fly up every 3 months to check on them, mostly for my peace of mind). On one of those trips I was helping Mom get ready for bed. I was tucking her into bed, much like you do a small child and I leaned down to kiss her on the cheek and tell her I love her and I felt this huge weight lifted off of me. I am not sure how or why but I let my hurt and anger go at that moment. It is hard to explain, it really is. The hurt was gone, I only felt love and compassion for the woman who gave birth to me almost 50 years ago.

And Ellie has a birthday at the end of the month, on the day Mom passed away. Since the vet said Ellie was a little over year old when I found her, I decided her birthday would be the day Mom passed....since Ellie was full of piss and vinegar when I found her. Angry and hissing. Kind of reminded me of Mom. This year Ellie will be 4 years old. She is no longer an angry kitty but a very sweet, tubby little girl.

So October isn't totally a bad month.

What have I learned from my layoffs and other things in life? I've learned that I control how I react to things. I choose whether I am going to go off the deep end or deal with what life hits me with. And guess what I do? I deal with what life throws at me. Life is too short to sit and worry about what others think or might or might not do. I cannot control what others are going to do but I sure as hell can control how I react. I guess I've learned something.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Bumps in the Road

Ah, life in my house is ever so exciting. No, really. Yawn.

I decided last week, again, that since I am not working at the moment that I will instead, work out like a crazy woman. Yup, 2 hours a day I work out. I walk 2.5 miles at 6:30 in the morning (sometimes I jog a little bit of it). I really like the early morning hours. It is normally quite quiet. Except for one corner in the neighborhood.

This corner is a bus stop for school kids and at 6:30 it is the high school kids that are waiting for their bus to hell. Anyway, this corner is special. There are three girls that wait for the bus, sometimes they are friendly to each other but most times they are bitches.

Two weeks ago I was out walking and I hear one girl yell at the girl who isn't a skinny witch and tell her 'do me a favor, don't wear that blue skirt again till you learn how to sit like a lady, cause you look like crap in it'. To which the other girl looks at her and says 'You look like you are dressed for the 80's' (she was). Oh I was by them by then but I heard Miss 80's say 'I'll have you know I am dressed with style'. Oh yeah, you sure are.

Last Friday I am walking and the same 3 girls are there. Only this time two have distanced themselves from Miss 80's. They are yelling at each other 'It is YOUR fault that I lost my best friend, blah blah blah'. Yeah, sure it is, with that mouth? Ah then it gets fun. Across the street is another bus stop, this one inhabited mostly by boys. I hear one of the boys yell 'SHUT UP ASHLEY' to which Miss 80's says 'thank you very much'. And man, I love this kid, he yells back 'you too Zoe'. Miss 80's, being the smart young lass that she is, yells back' BITE ME BITCH'. Isn't she sweet? I can not imagine her not having everyone gathered around her asking for her fashion advice. And honestly, I wanted to give the boy across the street an award cause he answered her 'BITE ME' remark with 'no thanks, I don't want rabies'.

And this week....Monday same corner only this time Zoe, Miss 80's is on one side of the street while the other two girls are on the other side, waiting for the bus. Miss 80's and another girl have their phones out and are texting someone. Miss 80's yells 'ARE YOU TEXTING NINA?' mmmm, no, I am not,thanks. 'THEN WHY IS SHE TEXTING ME, YOU ARE TEXTING HER AREN'T YOU!!!'. Lord help me, I want to smack the shit out of that girl. It gets to the point where Miss 80's again shows the depth of her knowledge of the English language and yells to the girl who isn't texting Nina 'you are a fucking liar bitch'.

Now why did I ramble on this? I can picture Zoe, Miss 80's intellectual, in an office environment someday. Making sure she bullies others in the office, cause we all know, they need to be put in their place. I've worked with bullies before, female bullies. They try to make themselves feel better by making others feel like shit. I don't get how that works. I've been treated like that before, in an office environment and it is ALWAYS women who do it. I can only hope that one day, the girl that Zoe talked down to in high school is the woman who is her boss and treats her well and with respect and Zoe, well, she will sit and wait for the bully to appear, because that is what she expects to occur, it is how she operates. Yes, I am way down with office bullies.

The three boys are doing well. Robin is taking his pills like a good boy. He seems to feel better and he is eating, drinking, using the litter box as he should. He definitely isn't as active as before, no aggression. Probably cause the anti-depressant kicks his butt and makes him sleepy. I do hope that in a few months when he is done with the meds, that he is playful again.

Hermie has a couple of bumps from the vaccine injections he got last month. I panicked when I found them and called the Vet's office first thing Monday morning. They told me that some cats have a slight reaction like that, but that they will disappear in a few weeks. I will keep watch on them and stop touching his little 'booby'. I can see very single muscle on that cat...I've never known such a muscular cat before. All that jumping pays off for him.

Louie, what can I say. He is a lover. Loves to show me his tummy whenever he can, in hopes that I will pet it. And he doesn't like it if I try to give him kisses but is more than happy to let me kiss his tummy. Isn't that just like a guy?

Ellie is on a 'diet'. She only gets 1/2 a cup of dry food a day. I try to make her exercise. That goes over REAL well. I carry her in from the bedroom to the front room and put her down, where she will hiss at me and turn and run/gallop back into the bedroom. Hey, it is exercise. I need to figure out how to get her to do more. I don't think the treadmill is an option.

I talked to my neighbor Chris last night. She told me how sad they were to hear about Wraggs. And that when her middle daughter heard, she was terribly upset. That is a good kid, actually all three of their girls are very good kids. Anyway, I asked that she make sure that the girls know that Wraggs is as peace and happy and running again. Chris asked if I was getting another dog. Told her I will...just not now. Money and I am not ready. When I talked about Wraggs I caught myself starting to cry. I'm not ready.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Robin's Sex Change

Ah, life has been interesting this week. Frogs earlier this week (yipeeeeeee) and now, Robin. On Wednesday 'someone' peed on the dog/cat bed. The choices were Louie, Hermie or Robin. I didn't know who it was...I went on pee patrol. In case you don't know, a watched cat does not pee. That is a little known fact.

Thursday I went out for my walk/jog at 6:30, yes, in the morning. I got home and saw that 'someone' had again peed on the dog/cat bed. Robin. And I knew it was her. The boys had locked themselves in the guest room. Louie pushes the door shut and both Louie and Hermie were behind a shut door. Sigh. I took my shower and got presentable for the day and gave the Vet's office a call. They told me to bring her in between 7:00 and I got the cat crate out. More fun, I have to get Robin in the crate. Step one, remove Louie from the crate. Step two, remove Hermie from on top of the crate. Step three, grab Robin who was not happy that I picked her up and was trying to shove her in the box, noooooooooooooo. I had to upend the crate and drop her in. No problem, oh yeah, no problem at all. So off we go to the vet. I'm use to how the heathens are on the trip, meowing, yowling. Not Robin. She was quiet and wanted to rub against my fingers when I put them inside to touch her. I dropped her off and they took her back to do the vet kind of things and I came home.

They called me at 11:30 to talk about my little boy cat Robin. Yeah, seems Robin, who was a girl when I took him to the vet, decided that he was really a boy! He has sterile cystitis which is an inflamed bladder, makes it hard to pee and it hurts. He is on a human anti-depressant, amitriptyline for a few months. This will ease the pain that he is feeling and help with the stress of the heathens, which, now he is one of them!

I had to pill him the first time last night. I read up and it said the pill is nasty tasting so I thought I could put a little food on it and get it down him. Was I ever wrong. He got some of it, that is all that matters. This morning it was much better. He was relaxing, I was relaxed and I bent down to his level and scruffed him and shoved the pill down his gullet. I did what I always did with Bob after he took the pill. Kissed him on the nose. Tell him what a good boy he is and make sure he is fine. Side effects for the pill are lethargy (how can I tell, this is a CAT, they bylaws say, lay around all day). Actually I can tell he is tired, he under the guest bed resting. There are other side effects that I will monitor. At least this drug will help his aggression issues (very few of them) but he won't be trying to bite his brothers.

Heathens....three of them. Poor Ellie. Three boy cats. And at least Robin's name is very neutral. His middle name is now Mark not Markie. I think my brother would like that my little kitty is named after him totally, Robin live on in the form of a little gray and white kitty.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Frog Invasion!

I'm still at home, still unemployed. I've had a few nibbles but nothing substantial, yet. I know it will happen, the question is when. I'm not stupid, I'm educated, I have skills. I just need to find a job that is right for me, or semi-right for me. And in the mean time I am home with the cats, which really is a nice thing.

Lately it has been rather, reptile like in the house. Sunday morning Louie, Hermie and Robin were quite interested in something behind my television. I figured it was a bug (cockroach), I live in Florida, they happen. I moved the TV a bit and there it was but it moved back under the TV so I left it. I went on about my business, fixed my breakfast and there I see Hermie all excited, he had whatever it was. I didn't want him eating a roach so I went over to get it. Yeah, right. Hermie dropped it out of his mouth, put his big paw over it and then lifted the paw and it scurried under the love seat. Again, I left to do other stuff. Then I see Robin and Hermie very excited, Louie too. Hermie had it, he had it good, in his mouth and he was not letting me take it from him! Dang, that little guy can growl. I got the roach out of his mouth and into a paper towel and took it into the trash..not a roach but a little tiny frog! Crap, no idea how that go in the house at all. Louie of course was still looking behind the television.

So Monday morning I went to let everyone out of their rooms. Boys have the guest room, Robin has my office. I let Robin out and went to pick up the food dish and saw food on the floor, shiny food. It wasn't food. I thought again, roach. Nope, little tiny frog that had been played to death. Two frogs in my house in two days. I don't know how they are coming in but this is not a good house for them to be in. It is frog season though. I heard them croaking like crazy when I was out walking this morning at 6:30.

Yeah, 6:30 in the morning and it was 79 degrees out. I wasn't the only one out there either, that is good to see. There are quite a few folks out walking and jogging. I do walking and a little jogging. I'm trying, very, very hard to be healthier. I don't have junk food in the house to eat. I eat healthy meals, I don't skip meals. And even yesterday I got on the elliptical and did 35 minutes on that and will do it again today. I did upper body workout too yesterday and sit ups. Yeah, I can feel those when I sneeze!

All the kitties are doing good. Robin fits in real well here. She keeps the heathens on their toes. She is a very good kitty. Well, except that this morning she contemplated jumping down 10 feet from the plant shelf. Bad enough she jumps down to the floor from the top if the fridge. The 10 feet up thing scares me. There isn't a clear place for her to jump down to from there. I did get her down properly with the useful tool of cat treats. yes, my cats will follow me anywhere for cat treats. Pretty much. Unless they are really busy being naughty.

And, sigh, last night Louie discovered that he can open the closet door where DA BIRD lives. Hermie is his accomplice. Hermie is the climber and attempted to get to the top shelf (he has done it before) but stuff fell and made a noise and I went in and got them out of there. Now I pretty much have to close my bedroom door. Which makes Ellie happy, means that she is pretty much heathen free all day!