What. A. Morning.
At 9am I discovered that I had missed several calls from work, only to find that the woman I greatly detest was claiming to be sick and had to go home. My feelings on this were harsh and I flat out refused. I mean, can't she just stand in the back, away from the counter like she always does?
This woman is pure trash, she was excited when her unwed teenage daughter got knocked up by her boyfriend (while in highschool), when her pedophile boyfriend proposed to her (he eventually cheated on her with a skinny 19-year-old), and when her aforementioned daughter was able to collect wellfare..
How could someone be excited about their own daughter refusing to work and instead mooch off of the system with no regret.
On a lighter note, I can stay home, in my pajamas watching Being Human passed episodes with the Kitten we rescued, looking forward to her vet appointment to find otu if my suspicions are true..
It's a gorgeous day outside and I plan to open some windows and let my plants breathe~
-Carwolski
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
What a week!
On 4/2/2012 We noticed a strange woman and her son both in our backyard trying to get something out from under our deck. Now in our neighborhood if someone is in our yard it's often to cross from the front street to the back alley since they're often too lazy to walk entirely around the corner which often only takes three minutes. My dad went out to investigate only to find that this woman had lost her cat, had been looking for her and spotted the poor thing going under our deck. Now mind you this structure is pretty level to the ground and very low to it, this animal had only about five inches of space so squeeze in and out of.
After about five minutes of cooing to the cat, she stood up said "well I need to get to the mall" and walked away. Neither she or her son looked back. Several days later she was walking down the street with her other two children while my father was out smoking his morning cigarette. The woman stopped as her two children cold-heartedly continued to walk down the street and asked "is that cat still under the deck?" my dad said no, and instead of asking what all he knew, she shrugged said OK and walked away. She had no interest in knowing that my dad had spent fifteen minutes playing with the kitten with string, feeding her, talking to her, petting her and finally leading her into our house.
Our Little Precious was a drop off, we know this. Once we had gotten her inside we noticed how prominent her shoulder blades, spine and hip bones were. We also noticed her uncanny love of our sink. Our hypothesis is that this woman stopped feeding Precious so the cat had to reduce herself to eating scraps out of the sink.
Now the little one has an appointment on friday with the vet to see what breed she is, how old she is, if she's pregnant or has a microchip amongst various other questions we have. Normally I'm pretty allergic to cat dander and sometimes fur, but I have no doubt that she's possibly hypoallergenic! Which is absolutely great! I'm turning into a cat lady and I love it!
Until next time..
-Carwolsky
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