It's All Poop

I hate to use the same meme base in two blogs, back to back, but whatever.  This best described my day.

The journal prompt for the day is: Describe your day in ten words.

1 & 2 - Dragon poop
3 & 4 - Cat poop
5 - Sick
6 & 7 - Boring shopping
8 - CHORES
9 - Tears
10 - Cranky

I guess today was both a good day and a bad day.  I'd rate it a solid 6/10.  I woke up and got ready at a reasonable hour, regardless that it was my last day of winter break, to go see my new doctor - Dr. Hotty McHotface.  I've had sinus and lung issues for about 2 weeks which had not been improving on its own. 

Before heading out, I decided to make good on my promise to the husband to clean the cat box.  For two cats, there was way too much poop in that box.  Maybe the weight loss kibble is working?  Maybe the husband is using the box too?  Who knows. 

As I was washing my hands, I heard the bearded dragon start pacing around her terrarium.  I went to investigate.  Now, the dragon is poop shy.  She will avoid pooping when someone is watching.  Today I discovered that she will stop, MID-POOP, if someone is watching.  She froze. She looked at me, I looked at her.  Disgusted, I went off to get cleaning supplies.  I came back to a dragon poop explosion.  Sometimes I hate her so much.

I finally made it to my appointment with Dr. Hotty McHotface.  He was super nice and straightforward.  I don't have the death-plague, so I have to go to work.  

After grabbing Chicken Fries from Burger King (they make me happy), I decided to brave the Walmart Neighborhood near my house.  It wasn't bad, which led to me doing more shopping than I had planned.  I guess the fancy cottage cheese with fruit mix-ins counts as therapeutic shopping.  I'm still counting this as a No Spend day in my n-bujo-jo.  I even remembered to pick up bacon for the instant bacon maker my mom sent me.  We'll try that another day.

As I pulled up into the garage, I broke down crying over my dad.  I don't even know what triggered me.  I tried to pull myself together, but couldn't quite get myself to stop.  It hits me hard when it hits me that he is really gone.  It's so easy to tell myself that he is just doing his thing - going to work, then heading off to the lake for the weekend.  I don't know why I'm breaking down randomly.

In an attempt to pull myself out of it, I did a bunch of chores around the house.  The husband was visibly pleased (actually smiled at my accomplished tasks) when he got home.  Making myself busy helped.

I'm just cranky at this point.  Not sure why.  I've made myself a coffee, Sadie is curled up behind me, acting as a kitty heating pad, dishes are done, laundry is almost done (early! Not even waiting until Sunday!)... but still.  I'm ready to start another day.

Wrapped Up (Part 2)

My good friend, Arianne, sent me a whole slew of ways to wear a scarf.  I liked the way this one was tied.  You pretty much fold it in half, put it around your neck, thread one end of the scarf through the end loop, twist the loop once and thread the other end of the scarf through.  Viola.  

I was concerned the scarf would be too heavy - it's a silk scarf by Anne Klein.  However, it was the only thing keeping me mildly warm today.  I forgot how thin the leggings and shirts from Victoria's Secret are and how cold the trainings for school are typically.  

Since the whole outfit looked nicely put together, I'll probably wear the whole ensemble again.  

Yes, that was taken in the bathroom.  Enjoy the peek at my shower curtain and rug.

In other news, my Sebring was posted for sale at a dealership in El Paso, TX.  It was pretty much my first car.  I exclude my Porsche 944, though it truly was my first car, because I never really learned how to drive it.  I'm really going to miss the Sebring.  Here's hoping somebody buys the car and loves it as much as I did.

Sebring LXi Listing

Breaks my Heart

When we first moved into our new house, there was this calico stray cat who used to roam our yard.  It was just a fixture of the house - the same as the Blue Jays and Cardinals, squirrels, and that horrible possum.  I got used to looking out of the window over the kitchen sink and seeing the cat slink across the yard.

Then, it stopped showing up for a while.

While the neighborhood community garage sale was going on, I went to go check out other sales (I ended up with a TRUNK filled with shells - but that's another story).  When I got back, Dan, my fiance, told me he had seen the same cat hobbling across the street.  He said it looked like one of its rear legs had been ripped off and that there was just bone protruding from its leg.  I was horrified and called animal control to see if they could help catch the cat to get it some help.  Eventually, they showed up, but we were unable to find the cat.  I was sick over it for a long time.

One day, out of the blue, I cought a glimpse of the cat walking in one of the yards near ours.  I got a good look at its leg (I was sitting in my car at the time, so it didn't skitter away).  I guess the poor thing was able to make it through the pain.  Its fur healed over the bone.  There's no foot there - just a nub.  I'm not sure what happened to the poor cat.

Our neighbors to one side said they had been feeding the cat, but had been unsuccessful at capturing it to take it to a vet.  I tried to leave food out for it once, but have a feeling that the squirrels ate the kibble instead.

This morning, on my way out to take out some garbage, I noticed the cat coming toward my front door.  It of course paused and backtracked slowly.  I spoke nicely to it and went back inside as calmly and as fast as I could.  I was able to get some kitty kibble into a bowl and outside before the cat had taken off completely.  I left it alone and watched from inside my house as it ate the whole bowl (I'd put maybe half a cup in the bowl).

It made me feel so wonderful to be able to get that unfortunate cat some food.  It is definitely much thinner now than it was when we moved into the house.  I'm guessing it is harder for the cat to hunt with a missing hind leg foot.

As I was getting ready to leave the house later, I noticed the cat was in the yard again.  I went inside and got a bowl of water and food - this time more food.  I got both out to the cat without spooking it.  While it was eating, I was able to get about 8 feet away.  It ate and ate and ate, barely stopping for water.  It stopped to sit and pant a while (it was about 100 today, with humidity).  It broke my heart to realize there was no way I could capture the cat to bring it inside, in the air, and take it to a vet, to get it some likely needed medical help.

Maybe it'll get friendly enough with me at some point where I'll be able to help it out.  I know Dan says absolutely no more pets... But I would spoil the cat so much!  It wouldn't ever have to hunt for food on a bad leg, search for drinkable, cool water, or a cool place to hide when it's hot.  Here's hoping I can do something for the cat to help it.

The cat just feels like part of living here, since it was here from the start - before us, really.

 Bad left hind leg.

It looks like practically skin and bones compared to what it was before.

:(