weird weekend.
I have a story for you all. It ends better than it starts, so bear with me.
So I got a call last night...rather...Wayne got a call last night because my phone was apparently on low or silent or someshit...anyway. It woke both of us up. It was Gillian, calling to ask me to come down to the barn because JJ is dead.
Of course it didn't go down like that, there was a hysterical Gillian on one end of the phone and a half asleep Wayne and a Na Na on the other end...and it took a second for Wayne to get out of her what was wrong.
So I threw on a sweater and hauled ass to the barn, where I found Gillian and Sarah sobbing, and a cat in a bucket.
It had no face, and most of what was inside was no longer inside. It was tabby, and about the same size as JJ...the markings we could see were just the same.
So we went out to the field and buried the cat. We all cried a little, except Gordee, because he waited until he got home. I threw in a few treats and some cat chow, and we marked the grave with a bit of log.
I get back to Wayne's and of course can't sleep for about an hour because I'm upset, and now thinking of all the animals that we've lost over the past year. I finally drift off for a few hours before coming into work and helping feed and harness for morning shift.
We pull up to the barn, discussing the demise of poor JJ, when, who comes trotting around the corner (screaming at us) but Miss Princess Jambalaya Jalapeño, III, herself.
I about jumped out of the truck as it was moving, scooped her up (without spilling my puskin spice latte thankyou) and proceeded to bitch her out for being nowhere to be seen last night.
Wayne took a photo with his phone and sent out a text to Gillian and Gordee saying, "who did YOU bury last night?"
Of course Gordee never got it, and when I texted him later to ask if he'd told Cara about the mis burial, he was completely elated.
I told JJ she'd better stay away from cars.
I'm just so happy it wasn't her, and that poor anonymous cat got the most love and attention it probably ever had. Poor thing.
On a completely different note, my insecurities from last week are much better this week. I'm totally happy right now. We cooked dinner tonight and watched Desperate Housewives. I think we're turning into gay men.
If we're both dead in the morning, it's my fault, I cooked the pork.
So I got a call last night...rather...Wayne got a call last night because my phone was apparently on low or silent or someshit...anyway. It woke both of us up. It was Gillian, calling to ask me to come down to the barn because JJ is dead.
Of course it didn't go down like that, there was a hysterical Gillian on one end of the phone and a half asleep Wayne and a Na Na on the other end...and it took a second for Wayne to get out of her what was wrong.
So I threw on a sweater and hauled ass to the barn, where I found Gillian and Sarah sobbing, and a cat in a bucket.
It had no face, and most of what was inside was no longer inside. It was tabby, and about the same size as JJ...the markings we could see were just the same.
So we went out to the field and buried the cat. We all cried a little, except Gordee, because he waited until he got home. I threw in a few treats and some cat chow, and we marked the grave with a bit of log.
I get back to Wayne's and of course can't sleep for about an hour because I'm upset, and now thinking of all the animals that we've lost over the past year. I finally drift off for a few hours before coming into work and helping feed and harness for morning shift.
We pull up to the barn, discussing the demise of poor JJ, when, who comes trotting around the corner (screaming at us) but Miss Princess Jambalaya Jalapeño, III, herself.
I about jumped out of the truck as it was moving, scooped her up (without spilling my puskin spice latte thankyou) and proceeded to bitch her out for being nowhere to be seen last night.
Wayne took a photo with his phone and sent out a text to Gillian and Gordee saying, "who did YOU bury last night?"
Of course Gordee never got it, and when I texted him later to ask if he'd told Cara about the mis burial, he was completely elated.
I told JJ she'd better stay away from cars.
I'm just so happy it wasn't her, and that poor anonymous cat got the most love and attention it probably ever had. Poor thing.
On a completely different note, my insecurities from last week are much better this week. I'm totally happy right now. We cooked dinner tonight and watched Desperate Housewives. I think we're turning into gay men.
If we're both dead in the morning, it's my fault, I cooked the pork.