What a Life

This is Maya.
She's curled up on the blanket on my lap.

"It's a tough life, but someone has to live it."

Caught in a Moment

I have so much to do, yet, to be ready for the race. I should be bustling about, packing the van with tables, chairs, paperwork, coffee urns, power cords, and all that.

I need to get dinner started - crockpot roast, if you were wondering.

I need to fold my clean shirts and do laundry for the Evil Genius and unlock the front door so my friend B can come in out of the rain when she gets here.

But I can't.

I'm being held down by 1.2 pounds of limp, purring kitten.
Send the marines.

My Own Personal D-Day

September 2, 9:30 Am, Courtroom 3 - Divorce court.

I'm told it's like traffic court (wouldn't know, never been) and everyone slated for the docket that day waits their turn. We'll see. I'm bringing a book, because I think my usual origami pastime might not be appropriate.

Now for something not depressing:

Rook likes to nap against my leg. I like to let her.

Welcome to the Family...

"What the hell do you mean, 'Hang in there!'?? Get me a freakin' ladder!!"

Thanks to a truly epic and kind donation from one person (thank you, Mizz D!!!) with an (obviously) enormous heart, and a little extra squozed out of out home budget, I took Rook to the vet today. Much to my relief, she does not have any of the various plagues that are fatal in felines and would have meant not only not getting out of the pen, but being euthenized on the spot. Please believe I would not have done it lightly, but releasing a diseased animal into my home population is out of the question, as is setting her loose outside to fend for herself until she dies.

Whew.

She's been given a deworming pill (possibly the nastiest tasting thing she'll ever have in her mouth, and she gave me the stink eye over it) and de-flea-ifying drops and has had her first round of shots. We came home with a bunch of free stuff from the vet, who was very empathetic about our anemic finances and did everything they could to provide a maximum of service for a minimum of cost.

I even had a dollar and seventy-two cents leftover! Woo-hoo, iced-tea is on me!

So she's officially part of our dysfunctional little clan. Wlecome to the family, Rook. Poor thing.

My Four-Footed Family

Why must you steal my soul??

(Ki)

I will not beg, I will not beg...I'm begging!

(Milka)

Am I not cute? Do you not wish to give me an entire Salmon fillet?

(Maya)