Hello Easter

I had things I'd planned to write about, but in this moment I just don't care about any of it anymore.

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We went furniture "window" shopping yesterday, at 3 different stores. The plan was to check out prices of recliners. Ended up buying a sectional sofa... and a kitchen table +4 chairs. They'll be delivered sometime in May.

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April 13th, I made friends with a duck in the Albertson's parking lot. I thought she was lost, scared, hungry... possibly injured. Found out the next day that there are apparently 2 ducks, a male and female, that live in some bushes near the store. I've been to the store many times, but never saw them before. Oh well. She got to eat a NutriGrain bar for dinner.

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Today is Easter... I really want an egg shaped Reese's Peanut Butter cup. Someone help me out with that. Thanks.

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Got a random email from our vet clinic about "our" cat. It's a generic email, really. I found it amusing, and far from the truth of the cat that lives in my house lol. Here is something that was noted in the email:

"Your adult cat is your friend. She will curl up on your lap in the evenings and sit quietly for much of the time, content to simply gaze out the window. Gone is the rambunctious kitten, replaced by a regal king or queen. But your adult cat still needs plenty of playtime and affection to remain the healthy, contented creature she has become."

Well, about the only thing true in that statement, in regards to Doohickey, is that she does enjoy looking out the window. She is almost 5, but her rambunctious kitten ways haven't gone anywhere. They may have been deluded a bit since she was spayed last spring, but that's about it. And I wouldn't call her my friend. I'd say she'd be ok if I didn't exist lol. She loves my mom and follows her around to whatever room my mom happens to be in. Including the bathroom. Doohickey is far from being a lap cat, though when she feels the need for attention she'll plant herself across your chest and onto your shoulder. Don't believe that means she's happy if you pet her while she's there. She'll lay on you and make it hard for you to breathe, but you're not allowed to touch her lol. Calling Doohickey a queen would be a lie, to say the least.

No matter what, though, I will always love my evil pshyco precious rescue kitty.

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While writing this blog entry, I've gotten called twice from a number I don't know. well, random person... I'm going to keep ignoring you, so you better leave a message if it's important.

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That's all for now.