today began with me waking bleary-eyed... yet again... and shaking my head in disgust that I do not possess the youth and vigour I believe I should somehow have...
pound, pound, pound on my 8 year-old's door that is mostly open... "get up D! school!" a flashback to my mom waking me up hits... feels surreal... almost like an LSD flashback (I have read how they feel... LOL)... I shake it off... debate whether to wake my other one yet... naw... I will wait ten minutes or so... stumble into the master bedroom... yes! I was asleep in the guest room again due to his SNORING! stumble, stumble...
now in bathroom... cat litter all over the floor... gross... feels gritty and icky... (sorry to disappoint as my usual scintillating linguistic abilities are at a loss as to how to adequately describe this in more colorful terms). Goddam it! I have to start another day with the G/D cat box!!! now many of you may be grossed that the cat box is in my master bathroom instead of my basement... so I will explain... when we built this house... we did not want to cut a hole in the basement door for a cat door as the cat was pretty old... how much longer could she last? seriously? so... rather then traipse down to the basement I put it there in the master bathroom... which was pretty big so... it is not so bad I thought... I mean our last house had one bathroom and now we have a couple so only G and I would see it... and then I decided to spend the extra money and buy the scoopable flushable clumping litter so it would not stink etc. But every day, rain or shine, I am scooping my cat's crap and pee too.... every freakin' day...
now I must say... I love my cat... really I do... we had two... Cleo and Mischief... they were our babies... b4 we had human ones... and Mischief died... holy shit... jesus h. christ! 12 years ago! my god, it has been a while! anyhooo...... this one is now more then 18 years old... and yes, as I said... I love her... b4 Big D came along making me officially a mom... we found out that Cleo has pancreatic something or other... had to take her to Emergency Vet hospital... paid thru the nose and I was absolutely bawling, I remember how devastated I was.... and then when she was transferred to the regular vet for a stay of 5 more days, I visited her several times a day, touching her furry paw through the bars and talking her through it... telling her I love her... etc. etc........ now, I am trying very hard to not regret those choices... as it has been 10 years since then... around and about... and much as I love her... I think 18 + is pretty G/D long for a cat... seriously! and I have had to deal with my kids bodily fluids regularly and many diapers and pissy drawers and now we are quite seriously thinking of having kid #3... so I keep saying... "Do you see a light Cleo?... if you do... it is ok to go into it... really... go ahead.... I love you but go ahead".... but my cat only see the light of love in my eyes...
well I wanted to tell you about the rest of my day..... did not even plan to vent in a feline manner as such.... but I am quite expended after this diatribe.... so I shall retreat and relax... what verbal diarrhea that was! LOL.... nighty night...
oh and p.s. a pic of my cat was clearly called for, wouldn't you say?
She has her own profile on facebook... you have to go to mine first though... tell you just a smidge more about her... (no, not much... I am not some freak who rambles about my cat's personality!!!)
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