Meredith had to be at school at 7:30 this morning.
My headache doctor appointment was at 8:20.
Jeff took Harp to school at 8:30.
I had an ultrasound at 11:45.
I accidentally cut Ramona (the cat) while trying to clean up her matted fur at 1:25. (She’s fine. I’m much more rattled than she is.)
I have a meeting at school tonight at 6:30.
Ramona goes to the vet tomorrow at 11:00.
If November was 36 days long, I would be roughly 1/3 finished with NaBloPoMo. It’s not tricky to stop by and write something every day, but I do feel like I’ve been horribly boring.
I cut my cat. Argh.
It makes me sad because our cats’ quality of life is not good. Because of the dogs (specifically, Henry), the cats tend to cower in the basement. (It’s a finished basement with couches and blankets, so they’re not exactly suffering when it’s time to nap.) Sidney (the old cat) hasn’t seen actual sunlight since August. I know. I KNOW!
Before we got Henry, we felt pretty good that all living things could get along upstairs.
I’ve heard stories of people who had to relocate their cats after they adopted dogs. I never really understood it until now.
Insert sound of a heavy sigh. Perhaps we need a trainer to work with Henry. Any advice is (mostly) appreciated. (We won’t get rid of the cats.)