Slut Kitty, Gracie and Moses all got the big operation yesterday. No worries about kittens or a tom cat spraying now. Yippee. The vet sends me home with forty fucking dollars worth of pain meds for them. Uh, yeah, nice money making scheme people, those 'poor widdle pain filled kitty cats' were climbing the shower curtain and banking off the wall in the hall this morning. I'm gonna guess they are a-ok. And no, the pain meds were NOT optional. You don't buy them, they refuse to do the surgery. Crock of shit.
I generally spay and neuter every animal I get my hands on, but Milo the LabPup will get to keep his cajones for a couple of years. I'm giving him plenty of time to fill out and get all beefy before taking away his manhood. Aren't I a good doggie mom? Hahahaha. He is growing into the most handsome boy.
James Earl, on the other hand, will be half the man he used to be just as soon as I can save the money and recover from paying for the cats. He needs to lose those things asap.
I hate anything cherry flavored. Blech. Orange flavored too. I love cherries and oranges, but not that nasty fake flavoring that's supposed to pass as those two fruits.
I've been staying at the farm so I don't have to drive over every morning and night while working so many hours. But last night I had Papoose #2 with me because we picked all the cats up from the vet and had to take Slut Kitty home to The Real Deals place and she wanted to ride with me over there. So while we were in that part of the world we went by and fed the farm afterwards, so I just stayed home to sleep after taking her back to our house. I'm telling you, I slept like the dead. I've not been sleeping worth a crap at the farm. The only cooling the house I'm sleeping at has is one window unit/swamp cooler, and it is positioned in the window that's about 10 inches from the head of the bed. So first I'm in a strange place, with all the different sounds etc., then I've got the worlds loudest swamp cooler kicking on and off every 10 minutes or so right by my head. So last night, in my own tepee, my own nest, I don't really even remember my head hitting the pillow.
My friends that were both in the hospital are finally home. Both were released yesterday and are home resting and recuperating. Thank the Lord.
Papoose #1 is coming home today and staying till tomorrow evening. She was going to come home yesterday and stay till Sunday night but the whole RL thing tied her up yesterday and Sunday. Phooey. Ah well, it's paying the bills at school!!!!!!!!!!!! TRD gave my shifts at Job #2 to someone else so I can have the day off to spend with her. Happy mommy!!
TRDs Brother surprised him by closing for him Wednesday night and sending TRD home at about 7pm. He came over and had dinner and a sleep over at the farm with me. It was awesome. We needed that. He helped me feed, then I made us dinner. I can't wait till I can make him dinner every night. We enjoy each others company. He just better start bringing his A game when it comes to holidays and birthdays. Hahahaha.
I've been spayed, twice. First I had a tubal ligation the day after Papoose #2 was born, then I had a tumor in my uterus and had a hysterectomy the first year we moved to Texas. So I don't feel a damn bit sorry for the Slut Kitty or Gracie or Moses. Haha.
Gotta go now. Things to do, things to do.
Take the time to stop and enjoy, I mean really savor, something small and precious and wonderful today. I sure will.