Spoiled Rotten

I made it to lunch time spin class yesterday, and it felt great! Ok, it actually felt horrible, but the good horrible.  My legs and lungs were burning (lungs was probably a combo of being out of cardio shape and the crap residing in my bronchial tubes) and the 45 minute sweat fest was just what I needed.  However, after almost a year without a spin class in my life, certain lady parts are feeling it today. Wah.

The rest of the work day was rather uneventful and I managed to convince myself to hit the grocery store at the end of the day so I could stop spending $10 on cafeteria lunches.  The grocery store at 5:30 on weeknights always has the potential to send me into a murderous rage, but people must have been home drinking away their Tuesday sorrows because it was surprisingly empty.  I stocked up on meal supplies for the rest of the week, and even managed to avoid buying any wine!  I’m trying to hop back on the “no drinking during the week” bandwagon. It’s really difficult when the alcohol is sold in your grocery store.

When I finally got home I was greeted with two giant packages sitting on my front porch, unfortunately neither were for me.  Pumpkin however, did get a special delivery.  She’s on the verge of becoming one of the world’s most spoiled pets.  A $50 drinking fountain with filtered water?  You better like it, cat.

Oh, she also was upgraded to Fancy Feast food, and at $.75 a can she better enjoy it.  Oh the things we do for our animals.  Dinner for me last night was one of my favorites, and surprisingly something I don’t think I’ve made since living in VA.  Actually, I’m pretty positive I haven’t made it because I did not have a bottle of Marsala cooking wine in my pantry.  Chicken Marsala with a side of Broccoli Au Gratin Rice.  That shit is good, cheesy broccoli rice, yum.  Then I went to bed at 9:50 because I am sick, and tired, and old.

Happy Wednesday kids, today was deadline on our house offer so we should hear something back!  The listing agent told our agent we were the only offer (probably because they are messy slobs) so hopefully they are willing to negotiate their price (which was absurd anyway) and work with us! Later gators!

No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Day

My vet called to let me know that Pumpkin’s blood work came back and things were not good.

She’s not in kidney failure yet, but it’s close, and we really need to do a lot to turn things around.  Pumpkin gets to go on a special kidney diet food, and I need to figure out how to get her to drink more water.  A suggestion was to mix tuna juice with water, and freeze it in cubes to give her.  I shed a few tears at my desk yesterday afternoon and then just couldn’t wait to get out of there.  We just got back from another trip to the vet where she had a urine sample taken, and the results of that will give us more of an indication of how bad her condition is.

Days like yesterday only help to point out how sucky it is to be in a LDR.  All I wanted at the end of the day was to be able to come home and stumble into a hug and be able to sob openly, but that’s not possible when your love lives 13 hours away.  Instead I settled for meeting my roommates out for half price burgers and $2 beers, and it helped to cheer me up some.

I’m working from home today so that I could take Pumpkin to the vet again, and so far she seems to like the special food.  She ate more of it than anything else I’ve tried to give her lately so I guess that’s good.  She’s only 8, and still so playful, I hope we can figure out how to get her better so she can be around for many more years.  She’s my baby!

boo boo!

Escape Artist

Sometimes I worry about the future well-being of my unborn, not yet conceived children, because I’m not quite sure how good of a parent I’ll be.  You see, I opted to start working in a grocery store at 15 instead of continuing my babysitting career because I hated it.  Therefor I fully intend to have my sister on speed dial at all times, since at her ripe old age of 23 she still babysits.  Oh, she’s also a NICU nurse.  Other times I’ll think I’ll be ok, mostly because even when it comes to my cat I can sense when something is amiss.

You see, Pumpkin has a schedule on which she must be fed, or it’s like the world is ending.  She starts meowing at me the second my alarm goes off in the morning, and before I even have the front door fully opened in the evening when I come home.  The incessant meowing continues until the food is placed in her bowl in front of her.  It is super annoying, especially at 7 am when I’m trying to get dressed for work.

So this morning when my alarm went off, I noticed I was alone, which in itself is unusual but I continued with my morning routine.  By the time I opened my bedroom door to head downstairs, I fully expected to see the monster sitting outside of it meowing her face off.  Nope, no cat.  I knew she had been with me all night, thanks to some cat vomit on the bedroom floor, so downstairs I went.  Still no cat.  I outwardly groaned and asked Dani if she’d seen her, nope, and there are only a few places she could have been since she can’t get under my bed and the roommates keep their doors closed.  She was in none of those places.

I grabbed a bag of treats and headed out to the front porch where I called her name and shook the bag, hoping she’d come running.  Negative.  At this point my panic level was gradually increasing as I contemplated ways to tell my boss I wasn’t coming to work today because my cat was missing.  I went back inside and out the back door to the porch, again shaking the bag of treats and calling her name.  It was then I heard the unmistakable jingle of Pumpkin’s collar, thank god I have 57 tags and a bell on there, and out she came from under some bushes by the shed.

I quickly grabbed her and brought her back inside, at which point she started meowing for her breakfast like she hadn’t nearly given me a heart attack.  Just a perfectly normal morning for her with an adventure outside.  Sigh, pets.  I really have no idea how she got out, unless she scooted out the front door with my other roommate this morning.  She’s a wily one, that Pumpkin.

Anyway, so it was somewhat of a dramatic morning for me.  Luckily Pumpkin has never ventured too far from the house any time she’s gotten out.  Once she was in our neighbors house, but that’s a story for another time.  Two weeks till I head out to Wisconsin and my sister arrives tomorrow! Happy Thursday!