Last Sunday, we had huge storms come through. I recorded my latest podcast during the storms. Apparently, my downstairs neighbors let their cat, Tigger, out in between storms because when I got home from work on Monday they were frantically yelling for him. I have some very strong opinions about people who let their pets run around the neighborhood—they shouldn’t. Tigger doesn’t wear a collar. He’s an alley cat, so he’s always howling to get outside. I’m used to seeing him around the yard, having given up on trying to talk my neighbor into keeping him inside.
On Wednesday, I asked about the cat and they still hadn’t found him. The neighbors had gone door to door, visited the local animal shelter, and even went to the police station with no success. They were scared he was stuck somewhere, locked in someone’s garage or basement. On Friday night, I was coming home from a ridiculous evening at my father’s when Jim, my guy neighbor, stopped me to tell me that they found Tigger. He was dead under their back patio. It looks like he died from natural causes, he was just curled up with no trauma or anything. Jim had to rip up the planks of wood on the patio to get him out. I visited the little guy’s grave today and said bye.
Seriously, I’m sick of death. Not one more this year, at least, or I’m going to freak the fuck out.
Other than the evening at my dad’s and his house full of people who don’t fucking work and are half retarded, ohhhh I’ll have to write a whole other post to explain that shit, I’ve had a beautifully silent weekend. I did things at my leisure, laundry and grocery shopping, with no one bothering me and calling me at all hours. I watched movies, surprising myself by enjoying Enchanted and Penelope way more than I thought I would. I also read all weekend. It was awesome.
The kittens are driving me crazy. Hayden wants to party all the time and Nina isn’t happy unless she’s laying on me. And I’m not allowed to walk around without Nina under my feet. I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her because I’m tripping over her so much. Hayden keeps biting my feet and Nina keeps chewing my laptop while I’m typing this. They’re driving me crazy. They are sooooo lucky I love them. Roslin and Stella are still awesome and well-behaved.
And finally, fuck you Warner Bros. Seriously. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Thinking. How dare you move Harry Potter back 8 months. You greedy fuckers. Really. You blame it on the writer’s strike, but the movie finished shooting months ago. This is seriously rude. The movie better be the best one yet or I will put a curse on your whole studio. You assholes.
Yes, that last paragraph demonstrates how little of a life I have and yet I don’t care. I’m pissed. I had a whole Harry Potter weekend planned with my nephew and I had to call him and tell him that we have to wait not 3 months, but almost a year.
Oh, and I chopped my hair off. Think Ashley Judd’s hair in Someone Like You.