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I did make it to town for both of my appointments today. The haircut, I think, was fantastic and the price was right. The beard did cover much better than was expected. I actually have at least 90% color, and I would guess even more. However, I will wait and see after a few showers whether that holds. My beard consists of course hairs which, it was impressed on me, do not take dying as well as fine hairs. After making my appointments, I drove to my friends apartment and knocked. No one was home. I had forgotten my cell phone and was running too late to have called him before I left. I had meant to stop and get the tea and melatonin. It completely slipped my mind.
My problem is going beyond sleep cycle changes. I am without good direction, concentration, or willpower. I did wake up at 11:00 after not being able to get to bed until 7:00 and then only being able to rest until 9:00. Go figure. I am just a bit off. I think the financial restrictions I am under are part of the problem, that along with a slew of work and tasks which I am 'holding my breath' on and having to just hope I can figure out, somehow. Beyond those, I think as fall approaches, the sun shines fewer hours, and the world settles in for the next seasons, I prepare for near hibernation. I swear, with my capacity for handling cold, fall and winter reactions, and feral nature when prodded or poked, I must be related to bears somehow. Uhm, hungry now too. Bahrrrhrhrhrr? Yeah.
Sassy does not like the smell of my beard, at the moment. I might shower again today just to try and rid some of that. She looks for teats in there, which I have assured here do not exist to no avail. She also, usually, likes to cuddle with it, even as short as it currently is. She is starting to act funky, staying in the windows ledges, and when she is running around she is 'burrrring' a lot. I think it is a good thing she is set to be fixed soon. Oh, yes I am. I am not quite prepared to be a grandpa... I am, after all, her pop-o.
Hmm, I may simply have to try and call my friend tonight and go in tomorrow. While in town, I need to get cat litter and those sleep aids. We will see though. At least my friend is pretty easy going on time and the place should be open until at least 18:00. One more trip. Yes, I am worrying about gas money. Oh, I have ways and means left to me still, it is just a matter of keeping finances clean from month to month, at least. I need to start packing a few ducks away for rainy days now that I have what I need and want for now, mostly.
Have a good day. May you receive and give one genuine smile, laugh, and warm fuzzy today. If that is difficult, just remember, if you cannot laugh at yourself...
pick someone else. And, Darwin Awards do not always have to be fatal.
Yeah, if you hear the loud MR-r-r-r-r-OOW! echoed into empty rooms, it is high time--she's calling for them. Regular mrrr'ing when running around and playing is just an expression of joy. She could end up being one that trills more than meows. I like those.
ReplyDeleteShe is a triller then, I think. And, I like it too. She goes in for an overnight and then surgery the following morning tomorrow, so I will not need to worry. I just hope the surgery doesn't change her too much.
ReplyDeleteIt shouldn't. Female cats are much happier and well-balanced after their primary sex organs are removed. Heat is a misery for all involved, unless she gets her way, in which case she is trilled for a short time and then has to deal with kittens.
ReplyDeleteMale cats tend to lose a bit more shine and vigor and end up fatter. Their eye color also fades noticeably. But they also tend to lose their interest in spraying urine on every gat-dang thing and taking stupid risks that get themselves injured or killed.
Sounds like young humans...
Hmm, if I weren't Catholic, and had daughters... Sons, meh, let them run. I am not sure I would fix a male cat, though he would be an outdoor cat as well.
ReplyDeleteThe idea, however, of removing the ability to have sex simply... is atrocious to me. It is the idea, not the reality. Even if she is happier and lives longer. I know from Sam and Precious (my last cat), that they know they are missing something and still, in a half-hearted way, seek it out. They know something is "wrong". That bothers me.