Spay Day
So, I realized it's been FOREVER since a picture of me has been taken, with the exception of a blurry Halloween family pic with Josh and Steph. I decided, since I'd made myself look presentable for once because I was going to talk to a temp agency, I might as well try and take one.
Oh boy. I remember now why I don't allow pics of me to be taken.
However, one attempt *out of eleventy-billion* turned out ok. So this will have to suffice for the next four or so years, or however long it was since I took the LAST one. hehe
Might be big. Swiped it from facebook, and didn't even bother with photobucket.
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I took my kitty in to get spayed today. She was distraught this morning, because she simply could NOT figure out why Mommy wouldn't give her breakfast. Usually her bowl sits on the bottom shelf of the corner table in the living room, and she picks at it as she pleases. So she was going crazy this morning, meowing and running over to where her bowl should be, then giving me sad face. Then she'd jump up onto the arm of the loveseat, climb onto my shoulder, rub her head against my face and purr, then go back to where her food bowl should be. It made me sad. I don't like when she goes hungry.
We got to the vet and normally she stays snuggled with me while we wait in the room. Today she decided she preferred my coat, which was laying on a chair, and she wriggled her way into the sleeve and stayed there. The doc took a good 20 minutes coming in and Siliga didn't move once. Well, she fidgeted a bit every couple of minutes, but I reached in and rubbed under her chin and she'd calm down. When the vet finally came in, she stopped and did a full turn, finally turning to me and saying, "Where is she?!" I just pointed at my coat sleeve and we had a laugh.
Only 3 more hours until I can pick her up. It's really pathetic, because not only has it only been a few hours, but I've been busy all morning, and still I miss my kitty!!! When the vet started to pick her up so I could leave, she climbed up my chest and hooked her little claws into my shirt and wouldn't let go. Then when they went out the back way, she gave me such sad eyes and a pathetic little mew. I wanted to be like, "Give me my kitty back!"
I'm not telling Josh any of this because he'll make fun of me for being pathetic, and quite frankly, I'd deserve it! :-P
Oh boy. I remember now why I don't allow pics of me to be taken.
However, one attempt *out of eleventy-billion* turned out ok. So this will have to suffice for the next four or so years, or however long it was since I took the LAST one. hehe
Might be big. Swiped it from facebook, and didn't even bother with photobucket.
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I took my kitty in to get spayed today. She was distraught this morning, because she simply could NOT figure out why Mommy wouldn't give her breakfast. Usually her bowl sits on the bottom shelf of the corner table in the living room, and she picks at it as she pleases. So she was going crazy this morning, meowing and running over to where her bowl should be, then giving me sad face. Then she'd jump up onto the arm of the loveseat, climb onto my shoulder, rub her head against my face and purr, then go back to where her food bowl should be. It made me sad. I don't like when she goes hungry.
We got to the vet and normally she stays snuggled with me while we wait in the room. Today she decided she preferred my coat, which was laying on a chair, and she wriggled her way into the sleeve and stayed there. The doc took a good 20 minutes coming in and Siliga didn't move once. Well, she fidgeted a bit every couple of minutes, but I reached in and rubbed under her chin and she'd calm down. When the vet finally came in, she stopped and did a full turn, finally turning to me and saying, "Where is she?!" I just pointed at my coat sleeve and we had a laugh.
Only 3 more hours until I can pick her up. It's really pathetic, because not only has it only been a few hours, but I've been busy all morning, and still I miss my kitty!!! When the vet started to pick her up so I could leave, she climbed up my chest and hooked her little claws into my shirt and wouldn't let go. Then when they went out the back way, she gave me such sad eyes and a pathetic little mew. I wanted to be like, "Give me my kitty back!"
I'm not telling Josh any of this because he'll make fun of me for being pathetic, and quite frankly, I'd deserve it! :-P