Freak

The cat was just freaking out like an insane person, running around like a complete psycho kitty. I have no idea why.

Patches Doesn’t Dig Pink Floyd

I’m feeling a little blue today. Fathers Day often has that effect on me. I always feel like an imposter. It’s not right or wrong and I don’t want to debate it, it’s just the way it is. It’s okay.

Harry cleaned his room today and Jen shuffled around some computer equipment. Harry’s back at his father’s now, given the day I believe that’s the right thing to do even though I always want him here with us, and Jen was wrapping up her desk set up. She asked me to carry something into Bellana’s room for safe keeping, and she also said something about a mouse. She was referring to the personal computer peripheral input device but it instantly put a completely unrelated song into my head.

Patches was curled up in a ball on Bellana’s bed. I performed a dramatic poetry reading of the song lyrics in the hopes that it would cheer both me and her up a little…

I know a mouse, and he hasn’t got a house,
I don’t know why I call him Gerald.
He’s getting rather old, but he’s a good mouse.

Patches just sat there looking at me. No response at all. I don’t think she really gets Syd Barrett.

Gross, Cat

Someone just barfed all over the living room floor. She’s not sick, she just nervous eats now and then.

Thanks a bunch, fur ball.

Intensity

Patches is staring into your very soul. She’s so intense.

Rehab

Patches is glad that my father will be moving to another rehab facility today. It should happen around 4:00pm, half an hour from now.

This is the third facility this year. Please please please let him have better results this time.

Another Day, Another Cat Pic

Totally random, pointless cat picture.

That’s why you all come here, right?

One of the Worst Things

This isn’t the worst thing ever, but if Billboard ever put together a top 200 list of things that suck, this would surely be on it.

You’re scooping out the cat’s litter box at the crack of dawn because it’s trash pickup day and you want to get it out before the truck arrives. You take a giant scoop full of nasty, go to dump it into the trash bag and… miss. Damn it!

I don’t believe in omens, but that sure feels like one, right? It’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it.

Armed and Dangerous

There was a moth in here the other day. Patches is ready in case it comes back. She’ll hold it down with one paw and stab it to death with the other. Patches is deadly with a butter knife.