Can You Hear Me Now?

Oh don’t worry, they’re not broken, they’re getting fixed!

I am cat-less at the moment. They’re at the Vet for the night and getting spayed tomorrow. I don’t like this. I hated leaving them there, in that cold, stale environment, all confused and bewildered. I think about them in some cage wondering where they are and where I am and that this could be forever because they don’t understand “I’ll see you tomorrow”. I keep expecting one to jump up on the desk, and it is eerily quiet in here. No sounds of claws picking at fake leather chairs or jingly toys or air whizzing by as they tear-ass it up the hall.

So, AH calls to say he’s on his way to pick me and the cats up. He lives 2 minutes from me, so after I hang up I start working the cats towards the cat carrier with treats. They haven’t been in this thing since they were a lot smaller, so it wasn’t easy getting them in because they barely fit! They weren’t squished or anything, but it certainly isn’t the roomy cage it once was. Anyway, I got them in and then watched the window and waited. And waited. I called him and said “where are you? I got them in the carrier and you live like 2 seconds from me!” He said he was in another part of the city finishing work when he called me. Oops. Well, I wasn’t about to take them out of the carrier because I’d never get them back in there without bloodshed (MINE!)

AH finally arrived and I told him the address of the clinic. I had looked it up in the phone book earlier to make sure. I told him it was on Street Name Blvd. I had double/triple checked it, I was CERTAIN. We drove up there and I saw a strip mall that looked familiar. “I think it’s in there”, I said. “No, it can’t be, that’s not Blvd., it’s Street Name Drive. Are you sure it was Blvd.?” “Yes! I checked, like, 3 times. Definitely Blvd. Definitely.” (Not exact words). I insisted that the building structure looked familiar as being the place, but he insisted it would have to be further up if it was on the Blvd. So we drove further up, and there was nothing. I called the clinic to find where they were exactly, and they are in the strip mall we had been at, just the other side. AH said “but that’s NOT Blvd.” And I said “well, those strip malls always have weird addresses and don’t seem to be on the street they say the’re on. Sometimes.”

We finally enter the clinic and drop off the cats. Sniff. AH asks “are you guys on Street Name Blvd. or Drive?” She said Drive. He gave me the evil eye. “The PHONE BOOK says Blvd. I SWEAR!!”

He drives me home and as soon as I get in I find the page in my phione book, figuring I’d scan it and send it to him with a big circle around the Blvd. if I can figure out how to do that in Paint. I find the page, and there it is, clear as day: Street Name Drive.

And this is after I gave him shit for not believing me when he asked how he could change his ISP password for his email account in Outlook Express without calling his ISP and them knowing it. I told him he can’t, they need to know your account information and you set it up through them. He didn’t believe me and called his friend who works for that company and asked him. He got the same answer, and I’m all “see? Why do you ask me and then not believe me? It’s so insulting.” Gee, Donna, I DON’T KNOW.

Pepper plays with a water bottle cap. These are all over my apartment. Yet I still BUY them toys!

Yes little ones, get used to being comfy in a space that size. You’re going on an adventure…