Scooter spent the weekend with me a couple of weekends ago and we had fun. I dragged the boy car shopping, made him wait with me for four hours and then I decided not to buy. Then we went to PetCo and I saw the most adorable kitten available for adoption (for $125). I filled out all the paperwork but left empty handed because I wouldn't promise the woman that I would not have the kitten's front claws removed. Never mind the fact that I have a perfect history with animals. Doc was 15 when he died and Miss Priss was 18. I spent two months nursing a dying cat (Yen) back to health but waking every hour to feed her through a tube and taking her to work. All of my animals have been strays and they have been given a safe, warm, wonderful home in which to live a long healthy life. But who the hell cares what I can offer this kitten because I MIGHT have her front claws removed by my uncle who is the best vet in all of Alabama. Screw you lady!
Last weekend PU#2 and I spent Sunday together making chili and getting drunk. I had entered the chili cook off at work and wrangled Paps in to help me make chili because this is one culinary experience I had never embarked upon. Damn, was it good! Came in third place; fascist tomato eating people! If you put tomatoes in a chili it is no longer chili, people! It is stew!!!
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