edit: I removed an inappropriate apostrophe and spelled “groan” correctly in this version. Geeez.
Oh, before I start my rant, that reminds me….Fark had an awesome headline today (again). It was something like….
“40,000 Dead Crabs Wash Up On British Beach. Brits didn’t even know Paris Hilton was in town.”
Hahahaha…ok, on with the bitching. I get home from a rather horrendous day at work. (A computers that talk to the Chemistry analyzer are down, so every test has to be programmed by hand and then once results are obtained every result has to be data entered by hand….kind of day).
I try to take a nap. All I hear is Leo whining because he wants to go outside and eat frozen catpoop. And Teagan and Darwin fighting with Jazzy. Growling, mooing and hissing.
Then there’s the cats galloping through the house chasing each other, squalling with fat tails. Then all the dogs chase the cats through the house.
Then I am trying to surf the nets (hahaha….so productive) and Leo is horking up cat litter. Calli’s doing this kind of Hiccup-groan thing, Teagan is on the back of the computer chair sticking her front feet in my hair. And Darwin and Jazzy are mooing at each other again.
Ok…you know me…I’m not really complaining. I think we are all getting cabin fever.
Ken just got home from racketball and I told him about Calli’s burp/groaning, so he is palpating her abdomen. Says he can’t feel anything, but she is tensing up so it’s hard to tell. Now I feel bad for griping about anyone.
All in all everything is excellent. It’s just a typical day in the neighborhood. My old girl is getting older. Thank goodness.