I hates jukebox hogs, especially when they leave before their music is done. Its like they just know that everyone really, REALLY wants to hear Achy Breaky Hearts 17 times in a row because they can’t keep a girlfriend. Here’s a clue, idiot: If you didn’t wear out your latest CD by putting it on auto play everytime she was over, she might have lasted longer.
lorene I agree, that’s not how it was explained to me either :dubious:
SeaDragonTattoo Thank you so much for the good explaination of PU surgery. I thought that it meant that cats just got their penii lopped off. While I know that fixed males don’t really need one, I thought it was pretty drastic.
Our kittyboy is not liking his prescription food, so he gets locked in a different room to howl and scratch at the door while the others eat their Wellness.
There’s a commercial that reminded me of - a guy is sitting at his computer and another guy’s head pops out from his sweater, then the other guy’s hands and starts typing on the keyboard. Pretty soon they’re battling for control of the computer. That’s sort of what I imagined the situation devolving into. Me being behind this guy with my arms trying to reach around (no, not *that *kind of reach around) to conduct the transaction.
I did the speak up thing for you. I had stopped at a rest area to go potty and of course one of the Womens was closed for cleaning, so there is a line. Wait, wait, wait - finally I am at the head of the line, except there’s no one behind me because, of course, they had just opened the other one. Anyway, just as a stall opens up, in comes The Queen Of The Universe, walks right by my fat body and starts to enter the open stall. Because someone was flushing, my first two “Heys” weren’t heard (I assume, being charitable) so my third one was rather loud. **The Queen Of The Universe **got pissy at me for “yelling” at her, to which I said she hadn’t heard the first two. She then told me I should have been standing someplace where she could see me, and I just laughed at her.
Then, The Queen Of The Universe actually said, and I kid you not, “oh my god, whatever” with a perfect valley girl accent. Well, OMG, I just had to laugh again!
My husband waited 10 minutes to buy a lottery ticket today thanks to a gentleman who was reading the ProLine in the sports section and making his selections while cross-referencing against the newspaper as people were waiting to buy tickets behind him. I’m really surprised more people don’t get assaulted in lines to buy lottery tickets or scratchers - some people really ask for it.
Update on the sunburned kids: Today I took the Princess to her pediatrician to sign her annual form to allow her to use her albuterol inhaler at school. While we were there, I asked the doctor to examine her burn - she’s still reddish and peeling. Literally, bits of dead skin fell off her shoulders and onto the examining room floor. The doctor recommended Eucerin or some other unscented lotion for her, and also stronger sunscreen of 50 SPF or over. I’m taking her downtown tomorrow to meet her friend and later to that friend’s house for a sleepover - not taking any chances, I’ll slather her and myself in 100 SPF. As for the other girls, one is staying at the other’s house for the weekend (where Princess is joining them tomorrow), and she reports infected skin on one of the sunburned areas. Her mom needs to get her to a doctor as soon as she gets home. I’m packing some Neosporin in my daughter’s bag just in case her friend needs it. I consider those girls like my own kids, I think it’s the least I can do.
I’ve felt this way, only the opposite–after what seemed like YEARS of (loud) thumping rap crap, I was wishing the jukebox had had some Ernest Tubb to load up on them!
I also resubmit for consideration the next minirants thread title–September Mourn.
Thanks for the info on the PU surgery. Since Shadow is doing well on the prescription cat food, I hope he won’t need it, but I’ll keep it in mind. A couple of years back, we also bought one of those cat water fountains, and it’s a BIG hit with all four cats.
My husband is out of town. This makes me cranky, and makes the cats cranky. I know that I pick on him a lot, but I miss him when he’s not here.
Now, don’t go getting in the way of my rant with logic.
The dog across the alley started barking his head off this morning (which is nothing new) - the new thing was the kids screaming as the dog was barking. What the holy hell is going on out there, and why it happening behind my house at 9:30 on a Saturday morning?
I vote that you do it, as long as you post one of your long vapid ones with LOTS of smilies.
(I wasn’t being mean to you, I was making fun of that jerk who called you vapid. Go for it, Girlfriend!)
Lynn when you put the cat fountain in the dishwasher, do your cats all snub the bowl of water you left in its place?
That’s our regularly scheduled weekend cat snubbing entertainment. The indignanty of being forced to drink tepid water out of a bowl causes so much drama that we think that all of our feline overlords should be on a Broadway stage.
Its currently happening here. Lucky is yowling and pawing at the floor and wall to try to make the magic waterfall happen.
We have to hand wash the fountain, so there’s little trauma, and we also always leave out a bowl of still water, in case Chaos forgets that she can drink out of the fountain again. This is the cat who forgets which side of the door has hinges on it. She’ll cry at the hinge side, even if the doorknob side is slightly ajar. It’s all so COMPLICATED!
I swear, that cat’s brain consists entirely of fur.
Our poor abused kitties are packing up their beds and toys to move to a better slave. What’s your address again, and do you have proper boxes?
I sure do miss Spike. Dumb as a box of rocks…well maybe the rocks were smarter, but he was such a loving kitteh. He loved meeting new friends and everyone was a new friend to him.
Do it now EmilyG. Times zones will make it seem like you did stay up all night
