Served in a crystal goblet on a velvet cushion, no less!
Bah! Fie on thee for suggesting she might settle for such peasant faux rich salvers.
Nothing less than a diamond and ruby encrusted gold serving bowl on a hand woven silk brocade will do.
Wait, what? I’ve been out of town and not following closely - what happened??? Which cat? Please tell me it came out ok, I am terrified of losing Psycho Kitty, I know your pain.
Every time you open your mouth, you double down on the arrogant and stupid.
That is all.
What did His Egosity say/do now?
Breathed in a superior manner?
Update here, in case flatlined doesn’t get back to this thread.
Thanks everyone for the kind words and thoughts. Baker is home, but he’s still a very sick lil furface. He’s got a URI, an infection somewhere that isn’t responding to antibiotics and has lost 3/4 of a pound since Friday. That’s pretty significant for a critter who’s “fighting weight” is 11 1/2 pounds. A 9 percent weight loss over 72 hours is really not good for cats.
He’s in quarentine and we are wearing disposable painters’ overalls and surgical booties when we visit him, then tossing those and using hand sanatizer when we leave the room. The kittens who I suspect started this are at the rescue vet and showing no signs of being sick. She’s going to keep them for a couple of weeks just to be sure that they aren’t sick before they go to adoptions.
Our vet says that this probably wasn’t the kittens, that we probably brought it in from somewhere else or that one of the stray cats I feed was looking through the window and sneezed at one of them. No matter how it happened, I feel terrible guilty. When we brought him into our family, we promised to take good care of him for the rest of his life and now this is happening because I got careless. Poor little fuzzbutt deserves a better caretaker.
PHS, I’m glad the yard sale is over. When I did mine, I hated it as well and it was all my stuff. Yeah, its nice to have people come and pay you to take it away so you don’t have to haul it to St. Vincents, but OMG, the demands for discounts and add-ins made me nutz. After about an hour, I made Tony deal with them. He didn’t have the emotional attachment to my stuff that I did. The first thing he did was to double the prices on everything, and changed my “free stuff” boxes to $1.00 a box. I don’t know if we made more that way, but Tony enjoyed dickering with them and almost all of my stuff went away.
Thank you.
Very possibly. 
So go post lots of pictures of cats.
Since this is the pit, go fuck yourself, Jenny McCarthy. I swear that dumb bitch could break a rib from pertussis and she would still argue against the vaccine. They had a case at the local elementary last year damn it.
I LOVE that story.
I don’t agree with that at all - you’re not perfect, just like the rest of us who share our lives with little animals. You don’t know where Baker picked up his virus - maybe you were careless, or maybe it just showed up - you can’t keep cats in a bubble (Lord knows they’d claw their way out if you tried!).
I agree with Cat Whisperer’s disagreement. You just can’t know how it happened. Try not to feel bad. Hugs!
Dedicated to you guys.
Love this. It reminds me of something that happened right after I started my new job. My husband retired back in August, and prior to that he talked about work and his asshole boss all the damn time. Every evening was a constant stream of bitching about his job and his financial planning processes for retirement and how stressed and unhappy he was… Until he was unexpectely retired. (Which probably saved our marriage, but that’s another story.) I started my new job in late September and one day that week I came home and started talking about my day and my experiences and the new HR stuff and IT restrictions and, well whatever else I was bitchy about that day. After about an hour of this I suddenly realized that I was being listened to and he wasn’t interrupting to try to one-up me with his crazy/stressful day. It was finally my turn.
I can’t tell you not to worry - but your daughter sounds like my son. He wasn’t talking at 2.5 (or 3, really) so we took him to speech therapy. He had absolutely no interest in the speech therapist, to the point where after a few visits the therapist told us we were wasting our time.
He graduated with honors from HS and makes the Dean’s list in college.
From some other comments - your daughter has older siblings? One thing we found out later was that the little shit was talking to his older brother - just didn’t see any reason to talk with any adults, since grunting and pointing worked with them. And his brother didn’t know that not talking to adults was causing a minor freak out.
My older sister has told me many times that I also didn’t start talking until I was 3 (and then wouldn’t shut up! :D). I too had older siblings. I’m not even sure speech therapists existed 57 years ago; in any case I wasn’t taken to one.
Bolding mine.
Must be some kind of sign. 
My younger daughter also started talking late (2 1/2 - 3). And then when she did she stuttered. Not the ttttalk kind of stutter, she’d start a sentence and then interrupt herself and start over, and over and over. I finally figured out that the poor kid literally couldn’t finish a sentence without being interrupted by her older sister (and her parents) who never. shut. up. Once we all let her talk she was fine. Graduated university summa cum laude.
My twin nephews were unintelligible to anyone outside their immediate family when they finally did start ‘talking’. They actually did go to speech therapy in grade school. They’re fine too. Both graduated magna cum laude from Ivy league schools and are quite fabulously successful adults. And no one has any problem understanding them.
So LavenderBlue, don’t worry too much just yet. Assuming all her other developmental markers are relatively normal (like playing with cool new toys!) she’s most likely going to be perfectly fine.
I don’t even know where to start with this rant. My mind has been blown.
Let’s start off with the backstory:
I have separated from my husband and he ended up with the house. Ergo, I am homeless. I rent a crappy bachelor until I can figure out what to do.
And my prayers are answered. One of my coworkers is assigned overseas for 10 months and needs a housesitter. Enter me having a house.
This coworker is married with three children under 6. I expected that the house would be quite untidy and that there would be some amount of cleaning to do.
So, me and some of my closest friends and family went there on Sunday to move me in.
Oh. My. God.
Nothing in the house had been cleaned for at least six months. I actually barfed while trying to clean out the fridge. The smell emanating from the linen closet actually made us all lightheaded.
That was only half the problem. Every closet, drawer, cupboard and shelf held about three times its capacity. I couldn’t even fit anything on the kitchen counter let alone put any of my clothes away.
So far, I am up to about 40 man-hours and I have cleaned out three bedrooms and found the kitchen counter and fridge.
I know the digs are free but I just don’t have time to deal with all this. (Or the cash to pay someone to. The whole point was to save for my own place.)
<cry>
Dear new mayor of my city,
Congrats on the new job. Now, can you please, please ban leaf blowers? If you do so, I will always be eternally grateful to you forever.
Thanks.
Sincerely,
me.
In other news, I have a huge inflamed, infected spot under my eye. It seems to be a monster pimple. My boss saw it today and asked me if I’d injured myself. :mad: Come on, I’m embarrassed enough as it is without people somewhat-publicly calling attention to my blemishes. :mad:
Also, {{perfectparanoia}}.