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!