Cats

One of the cats, probably not mine (for Scruffy is old, slow and blind), left me a gift on the porch last night. Knowing how frustrated I have been with the mice in the house, he left a rather large dead specimen in front of the front door. Being rude, I stepped on it in the dark. I was thinking it might have been a slug or something. I turned on the porch light and found I had tracked blood on the indoor/outdoor carpet of the entryway… Ewww! They are doing their part to make me feel better, though.

Miss Bride-to-Be has finally left on vacation to get married. She is a member of my work group, who have all snubbed me due to an incident that occurred before the New Year that my boss mismanaged. She is a talker, and normally speaks only of dieting. But lately, her conversations have consisted of wedding plans. I have heard them all through my headphones until I am sick of them. I am, quite pointedly, not invited (nor would I wish to be). The decibel level is decidedly lower here.

Mom is sending Ramon, her landscape artiste, to help me. She understands how overwhelmed I feel right now. Hmmm. I wonder if he has a nice ass. Could make for good spectating.