Kernyen Monday
Turned in the rented video one minute before it was due in - yay! (I am so booty-licious).
My car is now in the shop to get repaired, so I'm driving a rental - a Chevrolet Malibu. I ax'd for a Hummer or a Land Rover, but they were all plumb out - dammit! OK, granted my insurance wouldn't cover any kind of rentals like that, but I can ask always ever hopeful that there is a nit-wit working on that particular shift and would let me have one of those vehicles. I mean, it seems there is always a nit-wit at the restaurants I eat at or at the retail stores where I shop - why not for heaven's sake at a rental establishment??
Talked to Meerie today. Her thumb is doin' okay. We had to go to emergency yesterday because while we were trying to give Tam-Popo her pill, she bit Meerie in the thumb. Cat bites cause infections so off to emergency care we went. Meerie was prescribed anti-biotics.
Whenever Tam-Popo is given medication, taken to the vet or even bathed, she fumes for days, she's so pissed. She won't show her feline face anywhere preferring to sulk and pout. But, this time around, she stayed by Meerie's side because I believe she knew she hurt her mama and it was her way of apologizing. Of course, Meerie forgave Tam-Popo. I was like, "Let me have her, mom. I'll take her to a cat farm and make me a Tam-Popo coat!"
"Karen," Meerie says woefully. "Don't talk like that; she can understand you. Besides, she didn't mean it."
"Yeah, I got her 'didn't mean it' right here!" I say to Meerie.
Of course, I'm joking. 'Sides, I couldn't lift that cat if ya paid me, she's so FAT! She's a floatation device with fur, which is why I hint to Meerie about my taking Tam-Popo with me whenever I fly the friendly skies - you know, just in case.
Meerie took Molokai (her other cat) to the vet and had her shaved. Man, I bet all the other animals made fun of her when she got back from the vet. I know she is more comfortable and feels better...I mean, really, who cares if she looks like a weirded out lion with a really BIG head and a few explosions of fur on her paws and at the end of her tail....but I know the animal kingdom is laffin' at her, so I give Molokai some extra lovin'.
Meerie has many animals but her fave is her Jack Russell Terrier named Fig. Meerie bred her with another JRT and about eight weeks ago, Fig gave birth to three little pups - all males. Meerie named them Rocky, Picasso and John. They're eight weeks old and cuter than hell.
I know. John?
Heheheh....it's like having a dog named Steve or Nancy, isn't it? :o)
Turned in the rented video one minute before it was due in - yay! (I am so booty-licious).
My car is now in the shop to get repaired, so I'm driving a rental - a Chevrolet Malibu. I ax'd for a Hummer or a Land Rover, but they were all plumb out - dammit! OK, granted my insurance wouldn't cover any kind of rentals like that, but I can ask always ever hopeful that there is a nit-wit working on that particular shift and would let me have one of those vehicles. I mean, it seems there is always a nit-wit at the restaurants I eat at or at the retail stores where I shop - why not for heaven's sake at a rental establishment??
Talked to Meerie today. Her thumb is doin' okay. We had to go to emergency yesterday because while we were trying to give Tam-Popo her pill, she bit Meerie in the thumb. Cat bites cause infections so off to emergency care we went. Meerie was prescribed anti-biotics.
Whenever Tam-Popo is given medication, taken to the vet or even bathed, she fumes for days, she's so pissed. She won't show her feline face anywhere preferring to sulk and pout. But, this time around, she stayed by Meerie's side because I believe she knew she hurt her mama and it was her way of apologizing. Of course, Meerie forgave Tam-Popo. I was like, "Let me have her, mom. I'll take her to a cat farm and make me a Tam-Popo coat!"
"Karen," Meerie says woefully. "Don't talk like that; she can understand you. Besides, she didn't mean it."
"Yeah, I got her 'didn't mean it' right here!" I say to Meerie.
Of course, I'm joking. 'Sides, I couldn't lift that cat if ya paid me, she's so FAT! She's a floatation device with fur, which is why I hint to Meerie about my taking Tam-Popo with me whenever I fly the friendly skies - you know, just in case.
Meerie took Molokai (her other cat) to the vet and had her shaved. Man, I bet all the other animals made fun of her when she got back from the vet. I know she is more comfortable and feels better...I mean, really, who cares if she looks like a weirded out lion with a really BIG head and a few explosions of fur on her paws and at the end of her tail....but I know the animal kingdom is laffin' at her, so I give Molokai some extra lovin'.
Meerie has many animals but her fave is her Jack Russell Terrier named Fig. Meerie bred her with another JRT and about eight weeks ago, Fig gave birth to three little pups - all males. Meerie named them Rocky, Picasso and John. They're eight weeks old and cuter than hell.
I know. John?
Heheheh....it's like having a dog named Steve or Nancy, isn't it? :o)
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