Friday, August 01, 2003
My cat empire has expanded! Currently, I have double the normal amount of furry creatures under my control. Ah, the power... I am taking care of the three misfits known collectively as "Heather's cats" and also Dana's little hellions. Dana's hellion Scout seems to forgotten the foster mother who nursed her from kittenhood (oh, wait, that was Elsa..) Well, she forgot Elsa (her biological (cat) mother), too! Ah, how quickly the little ones grow up and forget us...
Shannon did not really do the eerie story of Phantom's empathy justice... Yesterday, a downtrodden and depressed Shannon came over after her doctor's appointment. She splat herself down on the bed in a depressed heap (an all too familiar sight in my apartment...) Phantom, shaking off her phenobarbital haze, waddled over, struggled up on the bed, and flopped down next to Shannon. Then, she reached out to pat Shannon with her paw several times before resting her it lightly on Shannon's arm in a comforting gesture. It was so extremely cute. As with the saintly late Princess Diana, suffering has apparently heightened Phantom' compassion.
Not that I am bitter, but I was lying in a depressed heap for hours that morning with no noticeable reaction from Phantom...
Guess what!? I am the inaugural president of Spinsters with Cats! I am not sure whether I am up to the responsibility, but greatness was thrust upon me in a unanimous vote. For my leadership mantra, I call to mind the wise words of Stanislaw Lem - "Cannibals prefer those who have no spines."
The Spinsters with Cats website and blog are coming soon, as soon as our inaugural webmaster gets off her spinsterish butt and makes them. We are working on SWC t-shirts and I am going to propose that we wear the shirts and pants with stretchy waistlines to every meeting. But, the president only has so much power... I suspect that the other members do not embrace their spinsterhood enough to start wear stretch pants. I tried on a rather dashing pair today at J.C. Penny's...
Not that I am bitter, but I was lying in a depressed heap for hours that morning with no noticeable reaction from Phantom...
Guess what!? I am the inaugural president of Spinsters with Cats! I am not sure whether I am up to the responsibility, but greatness was thrust upon me in a unanimous vote. For my leadership mantra, I call to mind the wise words of Stanislaw Lem - "Cannibals prefer those who have no spines."
The Spinsters with Cats website and blog are coming soon, as soon as our inaugural webmaster gets off her spinsterish butt and makes them. We are working on SWC t-shirts and I am going to propose that we wear the shirts and pants with stretchy waistlines to every meeting. But, the president only has so much power... I suspect that the other members do not embrace their spinsterhood enough to start wear stretch pants. I tried on a rather dashing pair today at J.C. Penny's...
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
The loss of a friend and then a beloved is bad enough, but fate has dealt Sarah an especially cruel blow today when the cat knocked over one of her most prized possessions - one of her brown big bellied lamps. It clunked against the computer and broke to pieces. It and its big bellied twin were always going to be the centerpieces of my new cool pad that one fine day when I develop some taste and redecorate... Had time to catch the lamp but was too apathetic after the funeral. So, I watched it fall. Sorry my big bellied friend. We will be together again soon enough. Guide me in the selection of your replacement from above. Say hello to the Pinkys for me.
Monday, July 28, 2003
I got my first guestbook flame!
"Sarah, this is pathetic. No one cares about your boring life." From an anonymous writer. This is the first evidence that my blog was read by someone I don't actually know (since any of my friends (already known to have expressed the same sentiments) would just sign their names, I would think...) Could be a family member, though. They are a kind of weaselly bunch.
Watch out, 'cause it is getting more boring by the moment...
Tonight is the second ever meeting of "Spinsters with Cats." For the first meeting, the requirements for membership were:
1. Ownership of at least one cat.
2. Attainment of age 30.
3. Confirmed spinsterhood.
The idea for "Spinsters with Cats" was born long ago but tensions in the group arose over the name "Spinsters with Cats" and lack of organization. At the first meeting, I personally wanted to drink a lot of booze, adopt bylaws and talk about cats and spinsterhood. The other two attendees didn't drink anything and did not seem to want to talk specifically about cats and spinsterhood. They have not been invited to the second meeting. There is a new requirement for invitation to the group. You have to simply love the name "Spinsters with Cats" and you have to relish discussions of spinsterhood and cats (I mean, hence the name...)! Also, you have to like silly group formalities like adopting by-laws, making t-shirts and electing officers. Two good things came out of the first meeting however. I was introduced to the world's best cleaning product (and the only product that lives up to its advertising claims) Resolve carpet cleaner and I was inspired to adopt a couple of homeless cats from the parking lot (mixed blessing...).
A few years ago I was visiting an old friend of my now deceased grandmother and she was telling me about a social club she and my grandmother started when they were young. I can't remember the purpose of the group, but each time they met they would sign the meeting book. The reason I remember the book is because I thought it was so weird that they all signed their names as "Mrs. My Husband's Name." For example, my grandfather's name was Lacy Hibbs so my grandmother signed as "Mrs. Lacy Hibbs." So, I think that I am going to get a fancy guestbook for tonight and we can all sign with our prospective husbands' names! I am sure that Dana will be Mrs. Colin Farrell. I, of course, will sign as Mrs. Bill Gates since we all know that Sarah is opposed to the practice of changing to one's husband's name unless the husbo is old Bill... Of coures, I am not hoping for the demise of the current Mrs. Bill Gates or anything like that...
"Sarah, this is pathetic. No one cares about your boring life." From an anonymous writer. This is the first evidence that my blog was read by someone I don't actually know (since any of my friends (already known to have expressed the same sentiments) would just sign their names, I would think...) Could be a family member, though. They are a kind of weaselly bunch.
Watch out, 'cause it is getting more boring by the moment...
Tonight is the second ever meeting of "Spinsters with Cats." For the first meeting, the requirements for membership were:
1. Ownership of at least one cat.
2. Attainment of age 30.
3. Confirmed spinsterhood.
The idea for "Spinsters with Cats" was born long ago but tensions in the group arose over the name "Spinsters with Cats" and lack of organization. At the first meeting, I personally wanted to drink a lot of booze, adopt bylaws and talk about cats and spinsterhood. The other two attendees didn't drink anything and did not seem to want to talk specifically about cats and spinsterhood. They have not been invited to the second meeting. There is a new requirement for invitation to the group. You have to simply love the name "Spinsters with Cats" and you have to relish discussions of spinsterhood and cats (I mean, hence the name...)! Also, you have to like silly group formalities like adopting by-laws, making t-shirts and electing officers. Two good things came out of the first meeting however. I was introduced to the world's best cleaning product (and the only product that lives up to its advertising claims) Resolve carpet cleaner and I was inspired to adopt a couple of homeless cats from the parking lot (mixed blessing...).
A few years ago I was visiting an old friend of my now deceased grandmother and she was telling me about a social club she and my grandmother started when they were young. I can't remember the purpose of the group, but each time they met they would sign the meeting book. The reason I remember the book is because I thought it was so weird that they all signed their names as "Mrs. My Husband's Name." For example, my grandfather's name was Lacy Hibbs so my grandmother signed as "Mrs. Lacy Hibbs." So, I think that I am going to get a fancy guestbook for tonight and we can all sign with our prospective husbands' names! I am sure that Dana will be Mrs. Colin Farrell. I, of course, will sign as Mrs. Bill Gates since we all know that Sarah is opposed to the practice of changing to one's husband's name unless the husbo is old Bill... Of coures, I am not hoping for the demise of the current Mrs. Bill Gates or anything like that...
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