Okay.
I think I've decided something, here, about this "cat" shit.
I was talkin' to Storm yesterday about it and he asked me (shut up. it works for me, okay?)... he asked me why I was so upset.So, I told him about the cats going away and that I was feelin' reeeeally bad about the ones I knew weren't "going to a farm in the country", as it were. The thought that I'd mercilessly sent them to certain death... it was killin' me. Storm thought for a second, chewing some grass... (I know horses ain't supposed to graze with a bit in their mouth. YOU try tellin' him that...)
Then he said, "Okay, but if animals who die go to Heaven and that's where you're also gonna go someday, isn't this more like you're sending them on ahead, "shipping them before ya move"... that kinda thing?" He was right.
That IS what I'm doing.
That feel's ever s'much better than feeling like I was just callously killing my cats...
Even if I'm not the one with the syringe....
*deeeep breath*
(I reserve the right to continue to hate having to do shit like this, however. "Kay?) In other news... off to Jersey shortly.
I had a minor problem there, too.
Couldn't decide which black T-shirt to wear.
Had three in my hand. My Doors shirt, which has Jim, with 5 pairs of arms in various poses, none of which was him shootin' the bird.
Then, there's my Pusser shirt. To wear a "Sheriff" shirt in a court-type place... okay.
OR....
The T-shirt I have from a volunteer rescue squad/fire dept. over there, from a small town in the neighboring county. Eric, the music critic, said he didn't think the Doors shirt was such a good idea, what with Jim's rep of being an anarchist (my word) and inciting riotous behavior, doing drugs and being nuts.
(Yes, we WILL be discussing this "opinion" of his later.... the Doors fanatic in me assures y'all of that.) Then, he liked the Pusser shirt, but when he saw the rescue squad one... that's the one I'm wearing. (Have I mentioned I hate this kinda crap?) One cool thing... I currently have $1000 in cash in my back pocket. Won't have it for long, but, believe me... I don't care if it DOES make my ass look fat. I like it. Well... he's out there, checking the fluid levels in the car, which is better for his overall health than to be in here, tapping his foot at me while I type, which he was doin' a minute ago. I need to be out there, though... Last time he did this before I drove to Jersey, he didn't get the radiator cap down tight and I had a "tiny" problem on the friggin' Turnpike, which I'd just as soon not repeat this trip. So, I'm outta here.
Hope everybody has a really good day and I'll be back later. Peace
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