holy cats in the house! however one did not make it, and abbey was the one to discover it, so there's a little bit of childhood tragedy for you. but luckily we still have 9 freakin' kittens. and we are shedding ourselves of the Impregnator. and when she is done mothering, we are shedding ourselves of the horribly insane Tinkerbell. she nearly took out Dixie's eye the other night. and by "shedding" i mean "donating to a no-kill shelter."
abbey just said that, if Dixie had lost her eye, we could have given her a pirate patch to wear. and changed her name to Willie, so she could be One-Eyed Willie (props to the Goonies).
in completely unrelated non-cat news, i have set up a bedside table/shelf like unit, and it's amazing how together one will feel when all the junk one accumulates next to a bed has a place to go. all of a sudden, i feel a little bit more like a person. good stuff. my bedside shelf contains:
1 lamp
1 electronic yahtzee game (inherited from my granny edna)
1 alarm clock
1 hair clip
1 pen cup containing many good pens
1 telephone
the second shelf holds the following books:
"Diary" by Chuck Palahniuk
"Bridget Jones' Diary"
"The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath (2 different copies, I now see)
"A Writer's Diary" by Virginia Woolf
"Abarat" by Clive Barker
"The Collected Prose of Woody Allen"
"The Huge Book of Hell" by Matt Groening
"Borderline Personality Disorder Demystified" by some guy with many letters after his name
A plain notebook
A journal that I began writing in six years ago.
so now they are all placed neatly on my bedside shelf and it feels all organized and tidy. after i put it all together i thought "THAT'S why people like being neat! it makes them feel normal!"
maybe not "normal," but a little more in control.
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