Monday, June 27, 2005

In dog we trust

» In dog we trust

I have 4 cats... its a shame that english doesn't have a past-imperative which didn't trip over itself as badly as 'I will have had four cats'.

I have to get rid of my cats..all of them. I don't want to get rid of them...but getting rid of my kid is pretty much out of the question.

 My kid has Asthma..which sucks. His specialist says that his sinus infection is related to an allergen, and that most if not all of people with sinus based allergic reactions, are also allergic to cats. They might have hay-fever, or allergic reactions to cleaning solvents etc...but they will almost always be allergic to cats as well. Just swell...if you'll pardon the pun. So...now I have 4 cats, which I've had for about 7 years now..each a sweetheart in their own special way, and I have to find them new homes or have them destroyed. Ain't THAT a kick in the jewels!

 Now...obviously, nobody will take all four at once. I might get lucky and get someone who'll take two. Maybe. If not, that's 4 homes to find, with people in'em who don't give me the creeps. I only have so many friends...most of whom don't want cats, especially cats who are past the 'uber-cuteness' stage of kittenhood.

So...strangers then. People I've never met before, to whom I shall give my cats..MY cats!

Might seem strange to you...they're only cats, right? Fuck'em...toss'em on the street! Hairy bastards! Drown the little nippers!

 I can't do it. I don't know where to turn anymore, so here I am, on the internet asking for advice about my cats. All humane suggestions welcome.

Jun. 27th, 2005 @ 03:40 pm

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Another day...another day lost.

» Another day...another day lost.

It just kinds of creeps up on you...the end of the day, that is. You wake up, fill up on coffee, go to work, eat, come back from work and poof...just like that, you're out of time. Fifteen hours have passed and you've done nothing...nothing of consequence in either case.

What is it about modern living that demands that we life our personal life only on the weekends (or wherever our days off might land) ?
 We work for the money to afford to live, and yet working forces us to stop living or put it all aside for a while...about 80% of the time. We place our jobs ahead of our families and friends and cheer when we get the paltry rewards that work can offer us...mostly money which we don't have the time to spend.

So..where's the real reward?

 Aah...to be able to quit and really live for once.

 Jun. 22nd, 2005 @ 02:20 pm