And Another One Bites the...

Semester, not a cat. I don't kill cats for a living, no, I'm not freaky that way. The last time I killed an animal was on the Facebook game Fishville because I can't seem to keep up with anything. At any rate, here I am, checking in again. Once I graduate, I bet I'll be on here all the time, wishing and hoping anxiously for new people to have a gander and increase my page hits. Hah! We'll see how that works out...

So, all 3 cats have made a new home in this cardboard box that I can't get rid of now, though it probably poses a pretty good fire hazard risk, considering it's sitting next to an aquarium with a power strip in front of it...ehh, who cares, though? It's pretty much the highlight of my day (oh, that sounds sad) when all 3 of them fight over who gets to lay in the box and who gets to lay ontop of the box. It's like musical box. One cat goes in, one gets on top, and then mysterious music, obviously inaudible to humans, strikes a chord and off they go. About 5 minutes past cat-fur-in-the-air o'clock, a new seating arrangement is formed. Most of the time, the fat one ends up on the top, probably because he feels claustrophobic when attempting to mush squash his guts to fit in the opening...just kidding, but seriously, he's pretty fat. Do you see any part of the sink bowl in that picture? I didn't think so.

Ciao for now, maybe I'll be back in 6 months--but don't count on it.

So It's Been A While...

I've been pretty busy with school this past semester, and I apologize for not getting back to this sooner. I'm planning to graduate next semester, so everything non-degree-related has been put on the shelf. Thought I'd check in with a quick update.

We got a new couch (so happy!) and moved all of the furniture around to accommodate the lovely sectional. It's pretty modern, with microfiber cushions on top of a leather base. Let me emphasize that...leather base. Really? Why we bought this particular piece of furniture, we don't remember. Probably because it was affordable and a huge improvement from the prior seating situation: a hand-me-down sectional which had caved in with broken boards that touched the floor. We surely did not think about how much yelling would be in our future. "Yelling?" You ask. Yes, yelling...repeatedly at cats that just don't seem to get the idea of a scratching post. These furballs seem to prefer the couch to the post now, and I'd prefer to get a squirt bottle with a wee bit o' vinegar in it. My vocal chords can't take any more of this screeching!

So...we got Siren fixed. That was an interesting event. I am very thankful for low-income spay and neuter clinics, and I'm happy I went to the one that I did. I overheard some other anxious pet parents talking about how bad this other clinic was, and that these people seemed much more organized. This made me feel much better about subjecting my poor feline to such trauma, as it could have been much worse. Make sure to research your clinics!