I am now 420.39 in debt to my credit card company. It was so much fun getting her into the carrier, my friend Tess had to come early and help me. Gertrude was extremely well-behaved at the vet, though. Anyway, my point here is that 1. she hasn’t been to the vet in years 2. the cat carrier has been sitting in the living room for eons, completely ignored by her. I vacuumed it out and sat it near the desk yesterday, in preparation. She avoided it, and me, and mainly stayed under that dresser. So it’s been years since she was in that thing, and she still knew it was bad news. Who says cats don’t think? Or have memories? Or know that the cat carrier means a not-fun time? Picture was done with the pho.to lab app.
Daily Archives: November 11, 2015
There Are Things I Don’t Understand
Just saw this: “I’m acidic sensory seeking, so I put in a lot of vinegar”
Doesn’t that just mean you like things that are tart?
‘I am salt sensory seeking.’ ‘I like salty things’?
‘I am chocolate sensory seeking.’ ‘I like chocolate’?
What am I not getting here?
My Poor Brain
just keeps getting boggled by the stupid, stupid people, of which there are waaay too many. The whole Starbucks thing. Seriously, people. People are constantly on the alert for someone else to hate and condemn and disrespect and persecute. What is wrong with us? Anyway, just came across this:
from here:
Left Action
Like today’s faux Christians would ever do any of this. Their Christ is apparently about all those things I mentioned above: hate, persecution, prejudice, judgement, condemnation, disrespect. The actual, real (if you are a believer) Christ would, I think, be utterly appalled and disgusted.
