So I'm going to complain a little.
This has been a bad day.
It is currently 11: 29, but by the time I finish this it will probably be Valentine's day. This is particularly depressing as I had to send the boy back to Wisconsin for a six week torment in the wastes of Shawano - which is known for its excellent trapping. Yes trapping. Like trapping with steel jawed traps and snares and things. Like this is the recommended "fun" attraction to Shawano. He is noticeably unhappy about this, and I am unhappy about it, and I'm not even sure that he will get cell phone reception out there. This means 6 weeks sans boy starting on Valentines day. bleah.
To add to this, I just finished grading 15 student papers on the same 8 page work. Yay.
And my family's cat of 15 years - Shadow - had to be put to sleep on Friday. She could be nasty and unpleasant, but when you walked in she was always there waiting to say hello to you. She would stretch out in the sunshine on the porch and just bake (her fur was all black), then she would crawl up in your lap and spread herself out - the perfect, purring, heating blanket. We used to slide kitty-treats all the way down the kitchen so that she would go sliding after them on the linoleum. She was just as opinionated and stubborn as the rest of the family - which is probably why I liked her so much even when she was evil. I think the last time I saw her was at Christmas - I think I gave her some treats and she sat in my lap awhile. My dad is really sweet - he took her to the vet to have her put down and stayed with her until the end, petting her. She was really sick - she had been having problems for years and it was finally getting to her. We got her from the shelter when she was 2 or so, and I remember seeing her come home in a little cardboard box Sometimes she was really the only one in the house that I could talk to that wouldn't drive me insane with questions or badger me. She would just patiently sit and listen, and then purr and rub her head against my hand. "It's ok" she would say with her gestures "at least you don't have to live here all the time - hey, scratch the back of my head, will you?" She had big green eyes that looked red in pictures, and yellow at night - and we could never see her when we walked down the stairs. She fought with my mom over the corner seat on the couch until my parents finally gave up and got her a chair of her own.
It's a good thing that I have a strong sense of spirituality for all things- I don't have to know where she is to know that she is somewhere and happy. That cat had more class than a lot of people I have known.
Now I'm sitting here on my couch in my filthy apartment with all the detritus of a week-long abandonment of responsibility crying and planning how early I have to get up tomorrow to grade more papers.
Damn - Happy Valentine's day.
It is currently 11: 29, but by the time I finish this it will probably be Valentine's day. This is particularly depressing as I had to send the boy back to Wisconsin for a six week torment in the wastes of Shawano - which is known for its excellent trapping. Yes trapping. Like trapping with steel jawed traps and snares and things. Like this is the recommended "fun" attraction to Shawano. He is noticeably unhappy about this, and I am unhappy about it, and I'm not even sure that he will get cell phone reception out there. This means 6 weeks sans boy starting on Valentines day. bleah.
To add to this, I just finished grading 15 student papers on the same 8 page work. Yay.
And my family's cat of 15 years - Shadow - had to be put to sleep on Friday. She could be nasty and unpleasant, but when you walked in she was always there waiting to say hello to you. She would stretch out in the sunshine on the porch and just bake (her fur was all black), then she would crawl up in your lap and spread herself out - the perfect, purring, heating blanket. We used to slide kitty-treats all the way down the kitchen so that she would go sliding after them on the linoleum. She was just as opinionated and stubborn as the rest of the family - which is probably why I liked her so much even when she was evil. I think the last time I saw her was at Christmas - I think I gave her some treats and she sat in my lap awhile. My dad is really sweet - he took her to the vet to have her put down and stayed with her until the end, petting her. She was really sick - she had been having problems for years and it was finally getting to her. We got her from the shelter when she was 2 or so, and I remember seeing her come home in a little cardboard box Sometimes she was really the only one in the house that I could talk to that wouldn't drive me insane with questions or badger me. She would just patiently sit and listen, and then purr and rub her head against my hand. "It's ok" she would say with her gestures "at least you don't have to live here all the time - hey, scratch the back of my head, will you?" She had big green eyes that looked red in pictures, and yellow at night - and we could never see her when we walked down the stairs. She fought with my mom over the corner seat on the couch until my parents finally gave up and got her a chair of her own.
It's a good thing that I have a strong sense of spirituality for all things- I don't have to know where she is to know that she is somewhere and happy. That cat had more class than a lot of people I have known.
Now I'm sitting here on my couch in my filthy apartment with all the detritus of a week-long abandonment of responsibility crying and planning how early I have to get up tomorrow to grade more papers.
Damn - Happy Valentine's day.
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