Friday, February 27, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
The problem with this type of behavior is that in light of his background of having major urinary issues, I am never certain of the cause when he does some extra-curricular peeing. Today's case was pretty clear - he was sending a message - but what happened last weekend when he peed in the bed? Was he upset about something, or does it hurt when he pees and now he associates the litter box with painful urination? I've noticed that he almost always has a quick licking session after he goes to the box. I think that there might be some irritation. I really hope that we are not heading down the road of having constant inappropriate peeing in the house. We would be forced to turn him into an outside cat, and I don't want to do that.
Any of you cat people care to chime in? Any thoughts?
Friday, February 20, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
So, in the anti-Valentine spirit, I thought I'd share a few tidbits about the men with whom things didn't exactly work out.
There was the one that, I kid you not, had a picture of his car in his wallet. A car he no longer owned. And he wouldn't let me park my foreign car in his driveway. Yeah, that didn't work out.
There was the one that was allergic to cats. Doomed from the start.
There was the one who was never really mine. And mom hated him. Didn't pan out.
There was the one who "didn't mind" that I was an engineer, but didn't really want me to ever talk about what I did for a living either. Apparently he didn't find smart women sexy, or maybe he just wanted to talk about his stuff all the time. Nyet.
There was the one who lied on his resume. And couldn't keep a job. (Hmmm, those two items might possibly be related.) And never finished anything. And was a slob. And extremely juvenile at times. And irresponsible. And never pulled his weight. And lied to his wife about his background, maintaining the elaborate network of lies for years. I didn't find out about that last one until after we were divorced, but it answered a lot of lingering questions. Turns out he was a pathological liar. I have no idea if anything he ever told me was true. Biggest mistake, ever.
None of these guys are PDM. He's a keeper. And that is as mushy as I will get on this February 14th.
Friday, February 13, 2009
This week, I bring you.... cat-related Friday catblogging having nothing to do with my cats, other than the fact that mine are annoying in the morning also, but so far have not resorted to the same drastic measures as Simon's cat to wake us up. Mostly because we free-feed them, so our presence is not required in order for them to eat breakfast. If it was, we'd never have any rest.
The posting drought (other than catblogging and a sentence here or there about basketball) is almost over. I have several half-written posts rattling around in my brain just waiting to bust out. Things have been happening. Oh yes. Nefarious things. My workplace is going all Dilberty on me, and I have an anti-Valentine's Day themed post in mind for next week. And that's just for starters. But I promise not to break out that "25 random things" crap that is going around on Facebook. Which I am still not on. For now.