A big, unexpected woo hoo.  I’m getting a kitty.  Talking to someone who said she knows lots of teachers and farmers who are always looking for someone who wants a cat.  ‘I do’, says Jean the idiot.  That was yesterday.  Today she called to say she’d found one.  Female, check, short hair, check, housetrained (possiby) check, but only three months old.  Never had a baby before.  I’ve always gotten adult cats.  She’s bringing her over tomorrow afternoon, so before dr. appointmentt off to Christmas Tree Shop we go, my friend Tess and I, and forty dollars later, I have a cat bed, a scratching post, and some toys.

After dr. appointment, off we go to schlop and schnop (stop and shop) and forty more dollars later I have food and litter and treats.  My god, is grocery store cat food crap. The person giving up the kitty feeds them Friskies, which is corn.  Corn.  Seriously.  I bought a store natural foods brand which is meat and good stuff.  Could not find the unscented litter I like, so bought something supposedly good to try.  Made of guess what?  Corn.  But at least it’s not meant to be eaten.  Bought some Blue Buffalo Treats, too.  Made of meat mainly.  God, people feed their cats garbage.  Actually, garbage would probably be better than Friskies and the like.

So excited Jean is excited and nervous and asking herself, “What was I thinking?”.  Hope it goes well and she’s a good kitty and we like each other.  Wish me luck, people.

As for the doctor, she seemed puzzled as to why I am not still taking paquinal.  Well, duh.  Bad side effects, also you said I don’t have the illness you wanted me to take it for after all.  Oh I still think you might have the illness so maybe you should still take it.  Yeah, in your dreams.  You sent me the test results that say I do not have whatever the hell it was, and side effects, people.  Sheesh!  I am so over American medicine.  New doctor should be in by my next visit,so hoping she will turn out to at least have a clue.  I did convince this one to let me lower the prednisone much, much more slowly than they have been pushing on me all these years, causing me endless problems that started when old dr. took me off it too soon and I got withdrawal, which it seems you have forever once you get it.  Swell.  But I am doing much better on ten mg, tired, but always tired, just normally the pain takes the front so the tired is just there.  Now I am not in so much pain and want to do things, but wait, need to go lie down now.  There’s always a catch, isn’t there?  Happy, happy, happy to have less pain though,  Cannot complain about that.  Helooooo, Kitty