I abjectly appologise and beg forgivness.

I have been a bad blogger. I have no good excuses, just lame tired cop outs. I've been busy.

After retrieving Royla it became clear that she'd been kicked pretty hard but was otherwise in good physical health. She isn't her same old affectionate self, but is improving. Scott thinks she may even have benefited from the experience by gaining better "get out of the way" skills. She never was very good at the following in front game that our other cats seem to enjoy playing. I wouldn't have had her learn this way, but we're looking for a silver lining. She seems to be recovering well, and though not as trusting as she used to be, she is getting back into our old habits. This makes me feel a lot less guilty. Melanie & Mike whom she stayed with for two nights really want to adopt her. They seem like nice people, and I'm pretty certain she would be safe there, but I'm having a really hard time putting her out for adoption again. It's not that I believe my house is the only safe place for her. It's that I know she'll be safe here and every time I think of placing her I'm overcome with self doubt. I thought the Madsen's would be good people for her, and they assured me that she would be loved. But that didn't work out so well for her.

Scott's worked miracles on our shed, it's now fully roofed *ouch* and wired. He also put up overhead shelves, and has ordered the siding. We have officially named it Shedzilla. Seems like every time we look away it grows. Pretty sure by the time we get the doors on and boxes in there it's gonna be palatial.

I've been crazy busy at work, seems like every day gets a little busier. It's fantastic & exhausting. I've found that coming home at the end of the day too tired do more than sleep is not always a bad thing. Speaking of which, I'm gonna put my feet up and veg for a while here.

Live Long and Prosper.
-m

Bad People! No Kitty!

Just heard from some very helpful gas station personnel in Roy. Royla was hanging around their store dragging her leash, still wearing tags with my phone #. 3 miles and several MAJOR roads from her 'new home'. I can only hope she was dropped off, cuz if she traveled that far on her own, she's a luckier cat than I thought. And if they did drop her off there's a special level of hell for them. She came with a FANTASTIC no voids return policy. All they had to do was call me. Fortunately the manager at the gas station likes and understands cats and is willing to care for her until Saturday when I can go get her. I'm having a very hard time forgiving myself for putting her into a scary situation.

Frustrated, upset and exhausted. Tomorrow's gonna be a big day at work too. I'll post again this weekend when I can think something other than steam pouring out of my ears disgust.

May we all live our next lives as comfortably as our pets.
-m

Where does the time go?

Every day I think "oh, I should blog tonight" and every morning I wake up and go "doh". So tonight even though I'm also watching a new episode of HOUSE that features David Marciano (yes, I do squeal like a girl when I say that) I'm gonna blog a bit anyhow.

Pause, just had the first sight of dear David in a long while YIPPEE!

Today's major revelation was that Oscar does in fact have a name for me. So much for my feel bads over him having a name for Spazz, Scott, Ada (Fran's mom), McKuey, and many other things, but not me. Apparently my name is Meow.

This makes sense when you consider that all of the people who call me by name at my house have four legs (the one legged one just grunts mostly). And both four legged ones use the same sound that is my "name" so Oscar (and yes I'm giving him credit for being clever not 'tarded) has learned that my "name" is Meow.

So when he goes through his "Where's ____." or his "Is ____ a good boy?" routine (insert "Oscar", "Spazzy" "Scott", "Kitty (Yahzi)", "Cooey (his hero, Judy's Bird McKuey*sorry for th spelling Judy*)" When he says "Meow is a good boy." he means me. Gosh Golly I feel loved. :)

I'm loving work. It's a grand adventure. My joy at being allowed to do what I'm good at and being trusted in my skills prevails. It's awfully refreshing. Almost every day is a new challenge, and I rarely come home with out some nerve pinched and screaming at me, but it's worth it. That's awful nice. I'm also meeting a few cool people, not quite like the canyon, but still fun.

This week Scott & I managed to get our shed roofed. Saturday while re-rolling tar paper (knocked off the 12' roof and had to be regathered) and wondering why our helpful neighbors weren't around. I realized that conference weekend is apparently roofing weekend. The last 4 roofs I can remember being involved in roofing all took place over conference weekend...that's mighty odd.

Scott's had House paused for the last 20 minutes waiting for me to pay attention. I'd better get to it. *David- SQUEEL* I promise to write more soon!

Take care and keep out of trouble!
-m