Sometimes I Think She Makes Me Open Cans to Watch My Thumbs Work.
UPDATE 5/14/2011: Blogger was totally messed up for about a day or so, and is now just coming back online. Everything seems to be working now, but I'm not sure if the comments already posted will come back, so I'm posting them myself from my e-mail. Sorry if it looks as if I'm doing all the talking in the combox, but the attributions are there.
I know, I know--not another cat post. But she has been eating like crazy lately. She's like "Nomzilla" or something. The other night, I fed her seven times--no kidding. Canned food, dry food, poached chicken, empty Pill Pockets (just to keep the air about them positive). I don't know where she's putting it. (Then again, lately she has also been "Poozilla" so that might answer it.) I got an e-mail promoting Addiction pet food and I'm thinking that's not an issue around here right now.
Yeah, that's pretty much all I've been up to lately. Lots of cat feeding, laundry and cleaning up toxic spills. I was supposed to tutor a student after school today, but he bailed before the end of the day. I often wonder if some of these kids overdo it at recess on the really nice days. We've had really good weather so far this week. I wouldn't mind this every day for the rest of the summer.
In other work news, the cold war continues between the secretary and my co-librarian. I am literally (physically because of where my desk area is) in the middle. Definitely this is not how the last few weeks of school should play out. I hope they won't.
We got massacred again at trivia last night. One problem was that the team dynamic was a bit different (missing a couple regulars and one couple came that hadn't been there in a while)--I got overrun on an answer that turned out to be right. I guess I should've fought for it, but other people just sound so sure that I figure I have to be wrong. I'm definitely a newbie at all this still. Someone also started talking about a right answer kind of loudly before all the teams had handed in their papers.
The other problem is that possibly another team was being helped a bit by the staff (who might have been looking at our answer sheets at times, because we sit at the bar). Not fair!
Job-wise, I am coming to terms with the idea of staying put at my school and just trying to find a side job, maybe something I can start in the summer and continue into the next school year. A rejection letter from the screening interview school district showed up over the weekend. That annoying laughing lady probably ingratiated herself with them all. Well, forget 'em. It wasn't meant to be--and hey, it would have been a long (expensive) commute every day. Moving on. . .
Well, I think that pretty much brings you up to date, if you're still reading this. The Cat's yelling at me again. She just demolished another half a can of food, so I'd better see if I can placate her. She probably needs a drink
Lord knows I probably do.
I know, I know--not another cat post. But she has been eating like crazy lately. She's like "Nomzilla" or something. The other night, I fed her seven times--no kidding. Canned food, dry food, poached chicken, empty Pill Pockets (just to keep the air about them positive). I don't know where she's putting it. (Then again, lately she has also been "Poozilla" so that might answer it.) I got an e-mail promoting Addiction pet food and I'm thinking that's not an issue around here right now.
Yeah, that's pretty much all I've been up to lately. Lots of cat feeding, laundry and cleaning up toxic spills. I was supposed to tutor a student after school today, but he bailed before the end of the day. I often wonder if some of these kids overdo it at recess on the really nice days. We've had really good weather so far this week. I wouldn't mind this every day for the rest of the summer.
In other work news, the cold war continues between the secretary and my co-librarian. I am literally (physically because of where my desk area is) in the middle. Definitely this is not how the last few weeks of school should play out. I hope they won't.
We got massacred again at trivia last night. One problem was that the team dynamic was a bit different (missing a couple regulars and one couple came that hadn't been there in a while)--I got overrun on an answer that turned out to be right. I guess I should've fought for it, but other people just sound so sure that I figure I have to be wrong. I'm definitely a newbie at all this still. Someone also started talking about a right answer kind of loudly before all the teams had handed in their papers.
The other problem is that possibly another team was being helped a bit by the staff (who might have been looking at our answer sheets at times, because we sit at the bar). Not fair!
Job-wise, I am coming to terms with the idea of staying put at my school and just trying to find a side job, maybe something I can start in the summer and continue into the next school year. A rejection letter from the screening interview school district showed up over the weekend. That annoying laughing lady probably ingratiated herself with them all. Well, forget 'em. It wasn't meant to be--and hey, it would have been a long (expensive) commute every day. Moving on. . .
Well, I think that pretty much brings you up to date, if you're still reading this. The Cat's yelling at me again. She just demolished another half a can of food, so I'd better see if I can placate her. She probably needs a drink
Lord knows I probably do.
Comments
I love the idea of trivia nights, but I think the issue that you mentioned is the thing that makes me most leery. I'm not much of one to fight for an answer that I feel is right when the rest of the group is going another direction. And I worry about my nasty competitive streak coming out and all of my friends hating me, ha!
Bummer about the job, but it sounds like things are going pretty well at the current gig, so hopefully that keeps up.
I love the idea of trivia nights, but I think the issue that you mentioned is the thing that makes me most leery. I'm not much of one to fight for an answer that I feel is right when the rest of the group is going another direction. And I worry about my nasty competitive streak coming out and all of my friends hating me, ha!
Aww, sorry to hear about the job.!But you're right...it was not meant to be. As for the cat, are they able to eat 7 times a day?! I have never owned a pet, save for a Betta fish, so I have no idea about these things.
RS--Well, thanks, and that is just what I'm telling myself, that it wasn't meant to be.
As for The Cat's many feedings, let me put it in perspective for you.
Previous usual daily feeding: one-half of a 3-oz. can of food in the morning and the other half at night. About 1/8-1/4 cup of dry food over the course of the day, if she was so inclined. Maybe a couple tablespoons of cream after dinner.
NOW: A whole 3-oz. can of food in the morning, and possibly a little more if she's still begging and/or I'm trying to sneak a pill into her. The same routine when I get home. So that's more than double the canned food already. Add to that around the same amount of dry food, 5-8 pill pockets (medication delivery), and probably some cream.
She got cream after breakfast this morning because SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE.
She's totally conked out in her perch right now.