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bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2010-08-09 04:01 pm
bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2010-08-09 04:01 pm
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Where My Cat Is At?
After a lot of soul-searching, we’ve decided to continue with our plan to visit Jackson Hole, Wyoming, this week. Mom doesn’t feel like going to her family would help anyone at this point and would just result in more blowouts, and anyway she feels that the Grand Tetons are one of the most beautiful sights on Earth and thus they would be healing. She was going to pour one out for the uncle there, and we could move on, and this rotten week would be salvaged.
Except now we can’t find the cat.
Nobody has seen Charlie since Saturday, and the little princess is not one to stray far from home anymore as far as we know. We’ve opened all the doors in the house wide in case she’s in a closet or something* and rummaged through our yard and all the neighbors’ yards, and despite my new tracework of pain where the junipers got me, it seems the Princess is always in another castle.
I rather resent that ALL THE BAD THINGS seem to feel like happening in the same week. I am, as you might imagine, a little bummed right now. I think I’ll go lie on the bed for a while hugging Molly or Amber** and staring at the ceiling. Y’all are completely welcome to distract me with random internet shit at any time, but you’ll forgive my failure to be very good company right now.
*Thirteen years and Charlie has never grasped the concept of pushing on an unlatched door to open it.
**You gotta get the cloth-body dolls for a good hugging. The slim-body all-vinyl ones are nice, but you can’t really squeeze ’em very well.
Except now we can’t find the cat.
Nobody has seen Charlie since Saturday, and the little princess is not one to stray far from home anymore as far as we know. We’ve opened all the doors in the house wide in case she’s in a closet or something* and rummaged through our yard and all the neighbors’ yards, and despite my new tracework of pain where the junipers got me, it seems the Princess is always in another castle.
I rather resent that ALL THE BAD THINGS seem to feel like happening in the same week. I am, as you might imagine, a little bummed right now. I think I’ll go lie on the bed for a while hugging Molly or Amber** and staring at the ceiling. Y’all are completely welcome to distract me with random internet shit at any time, but you’ll forgive my failure to be very good company right now.
*Thirteen years and Charlie has never grasped the concept of pushing on an unlatched door to open it.
**You gotta get the cloth-body dolls for a good hugging. The slim-body all-vinyl ones are nice, but you can’t really squeeze ’em very well.