+ It is official. I am a Crazy Cat Lady (no I will not throw the cat at you). We have reached the legal limit of cats we are allowed to own in our city (this number is 6)

+ This brings the total of animals in our house up to 12. I swore we would never do this again, but here we are. Eventually I will update the “Pets Info” page to have everything up-to-date (apparently my dates for the dogs are a little off, whoops) Dante is still grumpy and clinging to life (apparently we are doing something right. What it is, I have no idea).

+ Speaking of pets: Snooch spent almost 3 weeks living under our neighbor’s shed in a gopher hole. He finally got hungry enough (and possibly bored enough) to come and sit on Jamie’s lap while he was sitting on the porch talking to him and trying to coax him in.

Snooch also went to Angels of Assisi for an emergency checkup to make sure he didn’t catch anything and have his ass microchipped. The vet tech mentioned that he was overweight. He lost weight while outside, but he is still overweight enough to where the vet/vet tech still recommends a diet food (he also went to AoA because everyone there had been rooting for him to come back home)

+ Work has decided to play Christmas music non-stop. It’s not like the classic Bing Crosby kind of music either, it’s mainly this fucked up Kidz Bop kind of version that has had employees exclaiming thoughts of suicide. This is mainly because in the stock room, that shit is 2-3 times louder than out on the floor.

I am not looking forward to working next week where people will exclaim that they “feel bad” that we (the employees) have to work on Christmas eve. Well, if you didn’t shop here, we could go home.

Work also sent out Christmas cards exclaiming “Have the hap hap happiest Christmas ever!” with 3 photos on it: 2 managers beside a tree; 3 managers around a cart with the largest bags of dogfood they could find; and most of the managers standing in front of a station wagon (80s era) with a tree strapped to the top. This is kind of hilarious and I probably only would’ve gotten the dog food photo if I hadn’t watched “Christmas Vacation” (which I haven’t seen in forever).

+ I had to pull apart Logan’s scarf and have decided to use a French Knitter to make mom’s scarf. I have officially lost it.


a bit overwhelmed

+ Work is…work. I have now seen Polar Express ten times (five on Sunday and Five on Tuesday). I have no seen the film so many times that I now want to write a ghost story involving a train and work on film reviews again (because I’m sure I wouldn’t be the first person to bitch about how someone got the train specs wrong: you can’t stop, nor start, a train that fast; if a train does that, everyone would be dead; if a train were to hit something going that speed, at that angle, it would derail; etc)

Work’s been going through its spurts of dead and super busy. It’s only going to get worse as we get closer to Christmas. For the most part, people have been really pleasant, but then I’ll get the assholes who just want to fuck everything up (like the guy complaining that no one was in my department while I was in the middle of getting a customer’s order. the jackass continued to bitch on his phone while I came back, apologized to my customer, and he (the jackass) bitched about “no one’s here” while staring at me while I was working)

+ Jamie and I are trying to get a detailed list of everything that we need to get for Christmas presents for people. We’ve got a couple of things from here and there, but it’s better to have a list so we know what we’ve got and what we need to get. I’m hoping that I can do something really cool for Mom this year.

+ Last week, we went out to go get cat litter (we have to buy ours from Petsmart because Mr Uggs starts having problems if we use “normal” litter) and when we got home, we found that the backdoor was wide open–the wind had blown the door open. We ran in, Mr Uggs was in the bedroom, but Stimpy was sitting on the porch (and we chased him back inside) and then realized that Snooch was out. We chased him, trying to catch him, and fat boy ran, climbed the fence, and disappeared. We spent over two hours trying to catch him.

We almost got him when he was in the drainage ditch that’s built right under the driveway in the front yard, but poor Snooch is not all that smart and instead of running into the cat carrier, he ran towards Jamie (who was tossing pebbles to get him to move), got past him, and darted into our neighbor’s yard. Our neighbors have been really awesome about us trekking in their yard multiple times a day, leaving food, and having a live trap beside their shed. We found that Snooch has been hiding under their shed. In a groundhog hole.

But, we haven’t had any luck. The closer we get to the weekend, the more it’s solidified that we may not ever get him to come back. I hate that because it is getting colder and I don’t want anything bad to happen to him. We’ve sent information to the RCACP and I went in today to see if anyone was able to pick him up, but they haven’t gotten any reports on him nor has anyone caught him and turned him in. Jamie said someone had sent in information about seeing a tuxedo cat that kind of matched the description of Snoochie, but it was a few miles away and we’d seen him nearby around the same time.

Adult Christmas list

While trying to be a “Responsible Adult,” I realized that I was making a wishlist in my head for stuff I’d love for the house. My list includes:

+ New crates for the dogs (this is an ongoing thing as our monkeys have a tendency to destroy crate bottoms and bend the wiring)
+ Re-finish the basement, re-seal the basement, re-seal the chimney so water stops leaking in once and for all
+ Fix the fence where parts of the panels are warping
+ More kerosene for the kerosene heater (I love these things but holy shit, I didn’t realize how much kerosene it can take up!)
+ Another one of those squishy things for the kerosene heater