Saturday, March 16, 2002
Well, it's an exciting Saturday night around the household. I'm doing lots of laundry, cleaned out some of my dresser drawers, and made pasta. I'm chatting with various people on IM and on the BBS, with The New Detectives running in the background.
Yawn.
The hockey game was just awesome, but all that jumping up and down and screaming tuckered me right out. We got woken up early by the morons installing our screen doors (they're done, ostensibly, but not at all correctly, and this will be resolved either tomorrow or Monday) banging and drilling and such.
We had twelve realtors through the open house yesterday, and a walk-in potential tenant. Not bad for the first day. *crosses fingers* Getting tenants by the middle of April would just be fantastic. Anybody know people looking for a house/apartment in Montclair, walking distance to two train stations? Let me know.
Tomorrow, we're going to dinner at the home of some family friends of Dave. I'm not terribly thrilled, mostly because I'm heading to DC on Monday afternoon for three days, and I need to pack and do some work and such, but hopefully it will be over fairly early. I need to get my Six Feet Under fix. Damn, but I love that show.
All on the kitten front is good. The other cats seem to be adjusting well, and we've been teasing them with the laser pointer all day. They'll chase that little red dot for hours, it seems.
God, I'm putting myself to sleep. Hopefully I'll have more of interest when I get to DC.
11:26 PM EDT
Friday, March 15, 2002
Today's big adventure: The Realtor's Open. Our realtor hangs out on the tenant side and lets all of the local realtors run around and see the property so that they remember it when they have potential tenants for us. Last night, we cleaned like crazy people over there, mopping floors, dusting, and scrubbing glue up from the new kitchen floor (don't ask). I was hoping that it would be sunny today, because the house gets wonderful light and it also makes the hardwood floors look even more fabulous, but no such luck. I cannot *wait* for this weekend. This week has been completely exhausting, and the fact that I'm only in the office for part of the day Monday and then all day Friday (which will be spent in a meeting) makes everything more urgent. At least we have a hockey game tomorrow, and it promises to be a good one. So what do you all have planned? Basketball for Julia, I know. ;)
11:01 AM EDT
Thursday, March 14, 2002
Mom's an idiot: Film at 11.
11:16 AM EDT
I just want to issue a huge thank you to all of you who wrote and called and just generally were there for me and for Dave in the wake of Peab's death. I know there are a lot of people out there who say "well, he was just a cat!" and who cannot understand how we can be so upset about such a loss, but there are so many more of you who do Absolutely Get It, and I am so thankful for your kind words over the last week or so.
More cute kitten photos to follow, I promise.
11:14 AM EDT
Wednesday, March 13, 2002
"Motorist, dummy in HOV-lane accident:" Which one is the dummy?
09:54 PM EDT
Great story about the guy who wrote the screenplay for the new Eddie Murphy-Robert DeNiro flick.
09:49 PM EDT
So I went to the shelter at lunch today to see if I could adopt the kitten we had seen on Monday. She wasn't available until today, because she was picked up as a stray, and they start adoptions at noon. The guy at the counter told us the other day that we needed to be there right at noon, because even though we filled out an application, it's basically first come, first served.
I got there at about ten to twelve, and stood in the lobby petting her through the cage bars. At exactly noon, the guy handed my app to a woman behind the counter, and she looked at the paperwork from my vet regarding vaccinations for the other cats, and wrote "approved" on the app. Since I wanted to have her tested for FLV and FIV, she called a guy from the back to come and take her to the lab area.
Cue the craziness.
While I was finishing the pre-testing stuff, a couple in their thirties had come in, and stood in line behind me. When the woman saw the kitten being taken out of her cage by the attendant, she started yelling. "What are you doing with that cat? That's my fucking cat!" When he explained that I had already claimed her, she wigged. Cursing, yelling, shooting me looks of death, the whole nine yards. The guy in charge behind the counter backed me up, telling her exactly what he had told me about getting there first. He also said that I had been there far longer than she had, which was true, and she stalked off to the back where they keep more cats.
She left while I was paying for the adoption, muttering nasties at me as she walked by. Whatever. You snooze, you lose. I really wanted this cat, and that's why I hauled 30 miles each way on my lunch break to get her.
Dave's playing with her right now, getting her acclimated to the surroundings and to her new brother and sister. It's really amazing how much she resembles Peabody as a kitten. It's also nice to see a true smile on Dave's face. We're still really sad, but this little one helps to ease the pain more than a little.
Oh, and her name, at least for now, is Pica. Like the typeface.
08:54 PM EDT
We've got a new baby in the house. *points to cam shot*
02:24 PM EDT
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
You never realize how much a cat is around you until he's not around you any more.
I never, ever thought I could miss an animal this much.
I took Prism and Benny to the vet this morning for their yearly visits and shots, and although Prism is in perfect health, Benny has a slight heart murmur. While not uncommon, the murmur can potentially cause problems similar to those which were responsible for Peabody's sudden death. Our vet, whom I adore, knowing that I am (probably overly) concerned about the heart issue, suggested that we give Benny an echocardiogram to see what's going on, and then to take the appropriate action, which may be medication, or may just be vigilance. Luckily, their echo guy was going to be in the office today, so I left Benny there for the test and will pick him up after work.
*sigh* I'd really like to stop worrying about my animals. Benny and Prism are walking around meowing, looking for their big brother. They did both sleep on the bed with us last night, which was nice, and Dave and I already have our eye on a kitten at a shelter in Newark. We'll see what happens with that.
11:32 AM EDT
Monday, March 11, 2002
This whole thing just sucks major ass.
02:05 PM EDT
Sunday, March 10, 2002
There isn't going to be much here for a few days.
About an hour ago, Dave's oldest and sweetest cat, Peabody, passed away. He apparently suffered either a sudden onset of heart failure or a blood clot, and by the time we got him to the emergency vet, there wasn't much that they could do. We're both absolutely heartbroken. I just can't believe that this morning he was fine and now he's gone.
We love you, Peab, and we'll miss you more than you could ever know.
You can see a photo of him with his bestest friend in the world here.
11:21 PM EDT
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