RIP Simon, and thank goodness for smart peeps that help us when shit gets away from us. Yay, Magnolia!
Mister Socks Update: he did not return last night, and nobody saw him. So Partner is keeping an eye out and a plate of food on the porch, and Cozy is very happy. We're not done with him, would still like to get him neutered to prevent more stray kitties, so come onnnnnn Mister Socks, come let us help you live a longer life.
Changes ARE hard, but friends and torte ease the pain. Get that torte, BHF!
Nooooo, the vet said to wait till I came home so he could see that we both cared for him, plus they had to test him to see if he was all okay bloodwise and inside. Then Daddy died so we had to wait, dammit. Anyway, there's an older "cat person" who works for the local TNR who already has five cats and wants Mister Socks, and maybe that's what he needs, to be boss of people. He can be boss over there, we don't run our family that way!
Bun worship, her little loafness.
Apparently Mister Socks waited until I left to show his other sides: he shit on our other cat's heating pad, he sprayed on the front door, and during a cuddle session with Partner, he swiped with open claws and scratched Partner's face, and when Partner opened the porch door to say hello to a neighbor, he shot out the door, jumped off the porch, and ran through the little cypress tree forest to "his" sewer hole and wouldn't come out for Partner or tuna or turkey.
So we'll see if he comes back around, but he may need to be the only cat in a household, and we are not that. Also, he hisses at all my doggie friends, and ain't nobody (in our house) got time for that!
One of them said, to my mother, "She's the one that got away", about me. I was like DAMN have some respect for my Life, if you're such a "gentleman" FFS!
I have men that wanted to marry me back in the day who knew/liked my Daddy, so now I've got them showing up with flowers with tears running down their faces, calling me crying and asking to meet them for coffee, something, anything, please they've just GOT to see me! And Mama says I shouldn't be rude, so for the sake of formality/family I will be having several Starbucks meetups. Public place, limited room to declare their undying love, interaction with a set end time - Mama needs me, gotta run, please stop texting!
I want to wear something from The Row that looks like a giant cardboard box so they can't cop a feel while they're emoting about my Daddy and what a Good Man he was. Cry all you want but don't touch!!!
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