Showing posts with label Ollie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ollie. Show all posts

3.17.2007

Happy Anniversary

One year ago today Ken and I brought home Ollie and Lucy. I'm not sure if it feels like it's been a year. It feels a lot longer. Probably because we've been through an awful lot with them, and by "them" I mostly mean Lucy. She's been a special needs baby since day one. I really don't think she'd have come home with us if we had any idea what a struggle it was going to be, but now I can't imagine life without her. She's such a sweet baby. She still has a lot of issues, but we're working on them every day and every day she seems like she's still getting used to the idea of living here.


Lucy may be a sweet baby, but Ollie is even sweeter. For instance, a few minutes before I decided to write this post, he jumped up in my lap, cuddled up and fell asleep. However, and with Ollie there is always a however, the keyboard is also in my lap and he's making it incredibly difficult to type. This is his standard operating procedure and I've learned to adjust to him.
What else can I do really?
As I said earlier, it was a struggle with Lucy at first. She came home with a nasty case of diahrrea that took us months to fix. The vet found a particular type of cat food that she can digest and have healthy poopies. She's had a couple UTIs, her skin turned all scaley and flakey... She's been on more medications than Anna Nicole Smith, but she's finally mostly all better. She's been acting more and more catlike in the last few weeks and it scares me. She'll play with cat toys, something she's never been interested in before. She'll jump on my lap, another thing she's never been interested in before. For the last two nights, she's slept on our bed with us, something she's never done before. More surprisingly, she'll sleep side by side with Ollie. They rarely do this. The pictures I've posted are deceiving. It looks like they are friends, but it's more Lucy being lazy. She likes to sleep on that perch. Ollie joined her and she was not very happy about it but she was too lazy to do anything about it. You can tell by her expression that she wants him to get inoperable stomach cancer.

What a year it's been. Those little fuckers bring me so much joy. There are days when they are so cute that I just want to cry. And I do. I'm such a pussy.

3.15.2007

Thursday

Ollie, my boy cat, is sitting on the computer desk right now playing with a Best Buy bag. He's fascinated by it. He's licking it, tapping it, pushing it, moving it. Utterly fascinated. I just got home from Best Buy. I needed to buy new headphones for my mp3 player. The left phone went out at work today. Early at work. I wasn't happy. I took the headphones from my iPod and tried using those, but there was a weird noise coming through the right phone that doesn't happen when it's plugged into the iPod. So I ran out when I got home and got new headphones. The thought of not listening to music at work hurts me.

Why do I have two mp3 players, you may be asking yourself. Well, I've got a 30g Creative player that Ken gave me as either a "congrats on your new job" present or an early Christmas gift last year. It would have been a Christmas present if I didn't get the new job, he told me. About 6 months ago, I got a 2g iPod free for opening a new bank account. Since the iPod is smaller, I use it for some favorite songs and for all my podcasts. The Creative player is my main jukebox. I've got about 10,000 songs on it. I can't imagine not having it.

I'm exhausted. I've been putting in a lot of overtime again. Last Saturday was going to be my last Saturday for a while, but I think I want to work this coming Saturday and that will be my last one. But I'm not sure I'm going to be able to work it. We've got a Nor'easter coming to close out the season. Suppose to start on Friday night and end on Saturday. None of the weathermen are willing to commit to what is going to happen yet. This is only the third storm all winter and this is the third time they've all been afraid to make an actual prediction. Whatever. So I have one more potential day of overtime before I need to kick it back a little. I have to because my ass is d r a g g i n g . At least I'm going to bed early tonight.