Anybody else noticed that Hooker hasn't posted since she talked of "having drinks with a board member". Should we alert the authorities?
Funny story about my little guy. After he was run over in May, he had several acupuncture sessions. He seemed better, then he got hit with a bottle a few weeks ago and suffered a setback. The vet recommended I massage him, in addition to her acupuncture. She showed me the pressure points and how to apply touch. So, I came home that night and did as she instructed: sat him down in front of me, facing away, and went up and down his back with my thumbs beside his spine and then rubbed his neck. I did it again the next night. Now every single night at 8:30 the little turd comes, stares at me, then turns away and sits down. It took TWO sessions, and he is hooked on it. Now I have to do it every night, as he demands it. I am officially one of 'those' people.
This x a billion. I will throw myself down a flight of stairs on purpose. Stairs are everywhere. Fuck that shit.
Now that y'all mention it, I've been sick in the morning. My feet are swollen, my nipples really sensitive. Have this weird craving for pickles and ice cream.
Yeah that would basically be the capper for the past two months. Fuck. That. Shit. I'm not opposed to more children...but I want a lifetime partner first. Ugh.
These are my babies. Freya is the calico, she is 3, and Ziggy is the big orange lump, he's a little over a year and a half. Freya I got when she was about 4 weeks old (according to the vet). I rescued her from outside a grocery store. I took one look at her knew I had to take her with me. She was in pretty bad shape. She was skin and bones, had ear mites, worms, and fleas. She just turned 3 this month and is happy and lively as ever. She is one of those cats where she decides when she wants attention. She spends most of her time sleeping on a box of office supply stuff in my closet. She's there right now. She spends so much time there the box sags a ton in the middle. She hates getting picked up but really affectionate when she wants to be. I can't lie on my bed and read without her coming to keep me company ... sometimes in between me and the book (because obviously it's her I should be focusing on). Ziggy I got a little over a year ago and he was 5 months old. He was pretty decent sized even then. He weighed 5 and a half pounds when he was that old. Now, he is almost 14 pounds. I got him at an adoption center because when Freya was growing up I had a roommate who had 2 cats. When I moved out and she was on her own she got lonely and depressed so I knew I had to fix it. He is the love bug of the two. He loves to be in my lap and he sleeps pressed up against my ankles at the foot of the bed at night. Right now he is curled up into a big fluff ball in the middle of my bed. If I'm sad he jumps up into my lap, leans up and licks the tip of my nose. As much as I love him though, he can be a total jerk. If he thinks that the litter box is too dirty for his taste (and it's not like I don't scoop it and change it out regularly) he'll take a dump right outside of it and just stare at me. Bastard. That being said, I love them to death. Just spent wayyy too much time talking about my cats dear lord. Thank you whiskey.
I wish that I had the foresight that you have had Mr. Cowbell. Now who wants to call the Toronto police and tell them that our friend "Hooker" is missing for what seems to be at least 24 hours (see I watch shows, I know about the 24 hour rule) and provide them with an adequate description.
You know what? Fuck it. I'll do the honourable thing and go outside and then thoroughly inspect every woman I see from the clavicle down. If I don't find one that matches hooker, I'll call the cops. Sound like a plan?