You can’t really have a lot of negative things in your head just mobbing out all the good things that also have happened. To that end, today I have a particular real humor-based life preserver brought to me by the Apple Spotlight twitter account. Pictures are worth a thousand words, and this is worth a million billion bajillion lulz:
This pleases me.
Owien and I are back from the Vet, all told each cat was $90 and they got their Feline Distemper, Leukemia and a Rabies Vaccine shots. The Vet said nothing new, Diva has some dental issues but they aren’t huge and maybe switching to Iams or Purina One would be a better choice than 9 Lives, we’ll see how much vomit we have to clean up when we switch – kitties have such tender tummies. Both are healthy as horses, Owien (the BIG male) may develop a weight problem just like his daddy Andy – of course Owien got his weight problem by being a lazy pig, his owner got his by being a… uh… er… nevermind :). I think the Vet is well meaning but I beg to differ, Owien is 12 pounds of muscular feline masculinity, this is plainly evident when he comes down the stairs, -thumpa thumpa thumpa-. The minute Diva saw the cat carrier with Owien in it, she promptly made for “under the bed” and Owien promptly made for “Damn I’m a DIRTY BOY, must clean, leave me alone” yeah, still cleaning – now he’s biting his claws… just like me. 🙂
I first considered that we owned the cats, but when you get right down to it who owns who? Scott and I work to make all the money while they get to lay about day in and day out, we buy them food and prepare it for them, we see to their health and pet them making them happy… it was only then while talking it over with Scott did I realize that indeed, the cats own us, or rather we are willing slaves. This is made more insidious because the cats purring lowers blood pressure and lengthens our lives – JUST SO THAT WE MAY CONTINUE TO SERVE THEM, HAND AND FOOT. I love my cats. 🙂