I got home from work today and promptly remembered that we were out of dog food. I let the puppies out and divided the remaining food between the two of them, but they knew something was amiss and started bitching and woke my husband. I drove to the store, got food, came home and fed them a proper meal.

My mom drove me to Enterprise after we had lunch so I could pick up my rental car for my trip tomorrow. They upgraded me to a HUGE pick up truck (a Toyota Tundra, for car people) that's taller than I am. I was overwhelmed, and still am.

My sister needed to go to Target to pick up a prescription, and we got stuck in really bad traffic. An hour later, we get to Target to find that they've not filled her prescription yet. First, they call her doctor, then her insurance company. We leave Target an hour and a half later and I'm so tired I'm dizzy. I get home to find that one of the dogs shit right in front of the door, so when I open it I smear crap everywhere. Awesome. After cleaning that up and getting them outside, I crawl into bed. As soon as I lie down, I hear the "MEW MEW MEW MEW" of a kitten.

It was so loud I thought it was my roommate's kitten, and after checking on her I realize it's one of the cats who live in my crawl space. This little fucker is LOUD and I assume he's stuck in the wall or something, so I rush upstairs to my sister's apartment to find him.

Twenty minutes of me and my sister meowing and crawling around hobo spiders later, the cat has run off. This is cool, I think, because I'll get to sleep while he runs around outside and then he can mew all he wants and I won't hear him. As soon as I get into bed, it starts again.

I corral my roommate into the situation, and the real fun begins. Flashlights, mewing, moving stuff that hasn't been moved in decades. We figured out that the kitten was getting into the crawlspace via a hole in the gutter, so Jessica and Aaron sit outside and talk to the kitten. He's warming to us.

Two and a half hours after I originally tried to go to bed, my roommate grabs the kitten. He does this by lying on the uncovered support beams and taking the kitten by surprise. Angry surprise, as Aaron now has a few scratches to prove his love of cats.

Kitten in a kitty carrier, we make our way downstairs where Aaron realizes that he's pulled a muscle in his back. I'm about to tell him that I'll take him to a liquor store when my phone rings. My husband and other roommate are stuck on the side of the road and one of the belts in our car has gone out. As my husband is asking me if Aaron has a socket set (or something similar), my sister screams and starts to cry. One of her dogs pulled the leash so hard her shoulder muscle popped. She's crying, her dogs are freaking out, Aaron can't bend over.

We calm her down and I find out where Eli and Liz are stranded and get them off the interstate. We go to three stores to find that none of them sell a towing strap. Josh is home by now so we go home, Eli goes to find a towing strap, and Aaron goes to bed.

The kitten is living in our laundry room right now. He's scared and angry at the world, but he's eaten and had some water. We're thinking he was abandoned by his mother, because the other two kittens aren't around any more, and I've not seen the mother cat for a long time. We're also thinking that he was mewing so loudly because he was hungry. He's very young and very tiny, and we're going to work on finding him a home when we get back from Kansas.

I woke up at 10pm Tuesday night. I'll get off at 7am Thursday, and get in the car to drive ten hours to spend Thanksgiving with my in-laws. I figure tomorrow can't be much worse than today. However, when we get home on Monday night, I know I can get some sleep without hearing kittens.

Perhaps the kitten was mewing you a SaraNade?






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god damn girl. I would totally donate some sleep to you... but I don't get any with this baby. Sorry to hear about your shit day.

Now wait until you find out how much gas it will take to drive that Toyota Tundra on a 10 hour trip. You will have to sell any stray kittens you find just to keep the tank above empty.

I hope you enjoy your trip and when you come back, I hope you will be a manager. I also hope you become a manager with a similar schedule to your beloved husband.

WOW!

That's a rough day all right. Hope the next day is better.

Since gas prices are low, the pain of 16mpg really hasn't hit us.

The trip has been fine, we arrived safely. We now have a Toyota Tundra full of power tools. It'll be interesting when we get back since we'll have to deal with a stray kitten, but right now I'm just enjoying being out of town.

My grandfather gave us a tour of abandonments in their town, including the hospital where my mother was born. We may have to go out soon, if it would quit snowing.

I LIKE KITTENS!

I once vacuumed over a pile of slightly runny cat poop. The smell, the mess, THE HUMANITY!!!

Posted by argonian I hope you enjoy your trip and when you come back, I hope you will be a manager. I also hope you become a manager with a similar schedule to your beloved husband.

I finally heard news that I will not be a manager. The position has already been filled, but our head accounting lady did say she wished I'd applied sooner. I told her that internal job openings aren't posted, and I sent her an email as soon as I heard the position was available. Sigh.

While I was out of town, my roommates corralled another kitten. There's still one loose, but I've not heard it yet. Once we get the third one out, our landlord will spray the crawlspace for spiders, then get someone up there to patch the holes so this doesn't happen again.


This is the first kitten. I have named it Ceiling Cat. My husband is calling it Gremlin Balls. He is liking people more, and will let us hold and pet him.

The cat they got this weekend somehow got caught between the walls on the main floor, and they managed to get him out via the basement. I call him Basement Cat, because I'm a total nerd. Basement Cat is black with tiny while paws and he is made from pure evil. If I go near him, he starts growling and hissing. He bit my husband, so Eli's calling him Gorgoth, Renderer of Flesh.

Now that we're home, the kittens live in the back bathroom and spend their days being assholes, but they are quiet assholes. They've already started to poop in the litter box after I put some of their doody in it. Awesome. Tomorrow, I'll begin calling rescues. If that fails, I'm going to give all the kittens to Mandias.

Awesome! I shall use their juices to moisten envelopes!

I am sorry you didn't get the job. The kitten is cute.

Both the kittens went to a rescue that specializes in feral cats! As soon as Basement Cat is cleared of feline leukemia and FIV, s/he'll be on the way to a new home. Ceiling Cat will surely be adopted quickly. Hooray!

Both kittens were negative for FIV and Leukemia. Hooray!

She renamed them, though. Basement Cat is now Felix, and Ceiling Cat is now Fluffy. Booooo.

Fluffy..... she took away the epic name of ceiling cat and named him fluffy...

Anybody else think this woman should be poisoned?! (not lethally, just enough to induce illness)

Posted by ActionSatisfaction Esq. Fluffy..... she took away the epic name of ceiling cat and named him fluffy... Anybody else think this woman should be poisoned?! (not lethally, just enough to induce illness)

It's been a while since we last had a good ol' fashioned poisonin' in these parts. If that's wrong, may ceiling cat strike me down.

i'll never call her fluffy.... CEILING CAT FOREVAR!!!!