July 16th, 2009

I'm a dorkety dork dork

Writer's Block: Childish Pleasures

Name something you love but feel like you should have grown out of by now.

Hah! I never "grow" out of anything! Well... except if I gain weight. And I enjoy being tiny and immature. Although it was a pain in the butt trying to find reasonably-priced kid shoes to go with my garb. But I found some online the other day (hooray for the internet!), so they should be arriving in the mail soon.

Anyway, I took the gray tabby to the vet yesterday. Everyone was really nice, and they even encouraged me to get more cats. (I really want a Maine Coon but am not sure if I should have more than 3 cats right now, because I don't want to get overwhelmed with litterboxes.) They all told me I should keep the gray tabby. (I'm trying to find him another home first, and I haven't named him yet, because I know if I name him, I'll end up keeping him.) I had him checked out and tested for all sorts of kitty problems, and he was healthy and fine. Phew. The vet said the few tiny bald patches on his head are most likely old scars, but I should make sure they don't spread, just in case. So I have some de-worming and flea medication to give him (he doesn't have either, but just in case), and then I can attempt to introduce him to the girls for more than two seconds and see what happens. But I like the new vet, so I think I'll go there in the future.

I also went shopping with Mom and Katie and got all sorts of bedding for the new beds in Vermont (lobster sheets are awesome), and we got fajitas at Don Pablos. I like pronouncing "fajitas" the Peter Griffin way.
"I'm a nun - I'm a penguin!"

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I guess when you spend a painful amount of money on a cat (the total vet bill was like $182-ish, for a check-up, various tests, basic shots, and other stuff), that makes it yours. Or that makes you its slave, anyway.

So. He's mine, then. Another addition to the crazy cat family. He needs a name.
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