Anyway, I say that April 14 is Winston's birthday because this is also the anniversary of when we got him and they said he was one year old. He was due to be put down that night. THAT NIGHT! Do you like my dramatic all caps? He had been at the shelter, sleeping in a shoe box, and not even a for good shoe, for a month. He still likes sleeping in small things like shoe boxes.
Winston is the nicest cat you could ever ask for. Nothing upsets him, and I have never seen him crabby except for the maybe three hisses he threw Henry's way the first day or so, and then he was all, "Oh, all right" and completely accepted Henry. And he was totally down with the dog from day one. When people come over he rolls on his back and accepts all pets.
Happy birthday, cool Winston. I am glad you are not dead.
Everyone go to the animal shelter and get a shelter kitty or dog in celebration, okay?
In other news, we have ants, because we need more pets. We always get ants this time of year, but they were crawling into the dishwasher, which is disgusting, and Marvin said, "We can't afford to call an exterminator" because did I mention things were slow for me for awhile? And did I mention my oldest client got so emotional over my uncle dying that she forgot to pay me? It's true. I sent her an invoice and an email saying I'd be out for the week at my uncle's funeral, and she composed a lovely email but forgot to forward my invoice to accounting. So now my check will be here any second, but it is 14 days late and we are hurtin'.
I should add in eight years of working with her this has never happened, but anyway.
So I still have a small amount of savings hidden away at the credit union at my old job, and the only way I can access it is to literally drive to my old job, which is almost an hour away, and I told Marvin I would call the exterminator and drive to work and get the money, which I did.
Yesterday the exterminator came, and he said, "Is that Winston?" Seems he remembered Winston from last year, who apparently rolled over for pets just like I told you. Anyway, the rather broad-shouldered exterminator destroyed the pesky ants, and the entire time he was in our back yard Tallulah kept following him and being obsessed and eventually I had to lure Lula away with treats so she'd leave him alone.
Finally the exterminator sat down on my couch to write up my sizable invoice, and as he did, Lu got behind him, got on her hind legs,
and humped him.
Oh dear God.
This never happened to Grace Kelly. Never.
I mean, how do you even get out of that situation? I told him he shouldn't have worn that outfit. He was asking for it.
Anyway, at about 3:15 Marvin called me from school to tell me that our account was overdrawn, that some checks had cleared that he thought had already been accounted for, so I had to drive all the way BACK to my old work and get MORE money from my meager savings to pay for Tallulah's moment in the sun, there.
All I am saying to you is every single ant had better be beyond dead.