devvyn

Sometimes when my cat is sleeping I like to lift up his lip and touch his gums or open his jaw and poke his tongue.

Je jouais tapageuse musique italienne en y insérant des chats dans mon hache-viande, comme je le fais chaque jeudi soir.  Généralement, je n'ai pas de problèmes, mais cette fois-ci, il s'agissait d'une catastrophe totale.  Voir, normalement, les os sont suffisamment mâchés.  Je mets en Heffie avec les autres chats et puis j'ai entendu un terrible bruit de grattage et de craquement.  Evidemment, ce chat n'a pas de simples os -- il avait mâts métalliques. En outre, il était plein de fils et de circuits.  Sans doute, Heffie a toujours été un robot.  En effet, ma hachoir est ruiné.  Inutile de dire que j'ai été très en colère.  Eh bien, telle est la vie.  Il est temps pour un nouveau passe-temps, je suppose.  *soupir*

Not really a whole lot to update about.  Just a bunch of stress and stuff.  Amber (who used to be my mate and is officially my room mate) only talks to me on FaceBook and on the phone occasionally.  She only makes an occasional visit every week or so and never sleeps here anymore, but when I asked, she took care of the cats while I was away for a couple days and was nice enough to do some laundry to help me out as I stress out about cleaning the house.  On one hand this means we're still on good terms but on the other hand I hardly get any contact with her.  We used to be such close friends.  I don't even know what's going on in her life right now.  I'm worried and I want to help but she's either too preoccupied to talk to me about whatever's going on or she's lost interest in seeing me.

The cats have fleas.  Apparently this is flea season.  I'm confused, because I never let the cats out..  I bought flea spray for the carpets and some for the cats.  I've designated my bedroom a clean room and banned the cats from it.  I took everything off the floor, vacuumed the carpet thoroughly, then sprayed the floor according to the instructions on this Zodiac premise spray.  All the laundry from the room, including the sheets and pillow covers went into a plastic garbage bag and left the room to be washed later.  I went away to Toronto for two days and when I came back, I stepped into the room and fleas jumped onto my legs and feet.  It was so disgusting.  I vacuumed again and sprayed twice as much flea spray but if it's killing them it's taking a long time.  Every time I feel something brush my skin or my clothing pulls a hair the wrong way I frantically check for fleas.  I'm paranoid of these fucking things and it's driving me crazy.  How am I supposed to get rid of them?  If I can't get one room under control how can I do the rest of the house?

On a more positive note, I got to see my mom in Toronto while she was in for the CUPE conference.  I had lunch, stayed in the hotel, and got to tour her around a bit.  I had a great time.  After that, Khaki took me to the ROM and Ty Fox met up with us afterward for drinks and dessert, and I came home.

I was feeling fantastic but when I came home to the fleas and dirty dishes and looked at my bank account it felt as if the whole weekend had been erased.  I feel like I need time off just to get my home life in order.  I need to talk to Amber, too.  I can't stop worrying about what's going on with her.  I don't know if she's doing okay or not.  As far as I know she hasn't worked in three weeks and apparently someone robbed her bank account as well so I have a horrible feeling I'm going to be in a crisis situation after paying rent this month.  Either that or the landlord is going to be pissed off and probably take it out on me.  This is not a good feeling.  I want to change jobs, give away two of the four cats, move out of Niagara Falls to pick up a fresh start elsewhere...but that would take money I don't have right now.