What day even is this? Since Thursday I’ve had this breakneck work pace and I’m not even sure. If it’s the next Thursday I’m screwed because I didn’t take the trash out. [opens calender] …Oh. Okay, good.
Snowflake the foster kitten seems to have a bit of an upper respiratory upset, with runny eyes and so forth. Most foster kittens do get colds, so I’m not too worried. I have some lysine I can sprinkle in her food. I’m, like, full-on supplied with everything kitten now. I’m your kitten-supplies bitch. Anyway, her cold has affected her spirit not at all, so.
Here she is during a thunderstorm the other night, telling Edsel to stop being such a pussy.
Here she is showing him who’s boss.
And also reminding Lily, in case Lily’s dared to forget who do be in charge.
Speaking of cats, and when am I not lately, the vet has determined that Iris does, in fact, have irritable bowel, not cancer, which is you can imagine I find relieving. But now I have to feed her this special food for the rest of time, and that means all three cats have to eat said special food.
She refused to pose for me, and at this juncture she probably feels like one of Dooce’s kids. She’d been sitting so nicely in the cat bed, looking (“looking”) out at birds, till I got the camera and then she huffed off like JLo. Wouldn’t JLo be glad to get her picture made? I can’t think of who Iris huffed off like. Alec Baldwin. She huffed off like Alec Baldwin.
Speaking of Alec Baldwin, we’re all having our pictures made at work today, as it is once again spirit week and today is picture day. We have a studio at work, and my pal and coworker Lottie Blanco is the official photographer. I’ve decided to wear one of my myriad polka-dot dresses and hope for the best. Somewhere between 2015 and now I lost my looks.
I have this slide show that pops up any time my desktop computer is idle, and if I walk in and see a picture of me I can tell if it’s pre- or post-2015. I blame age. Age ruins everything. Except scotch. And I don’t even DRINK scotch.
Also Cheez-Its. Allegedly age does wonderful things for Cheez-Its.
I gotta go. I’ve got to apply makeup and put on a polka-dot dress and have another breakneck workday interspersed by having my portrait done in oils, which I just realized I’m going to demand instead of a picture. Also, I cannot hear the kitten, whom I’ve let run amok while I type. This concerns me. I fear her being on a dartboard while the other Gremlins throw darts at her. Hang on.