an afternoon in hell…

i ditched out of work for a little while to do that whole cat thing, this afternoon. i was able to arrive at the homestead well before the terminex truck, so i felt good and safe. i was able to stash the litter box and food dishes, as well as the assorted cat toys that were gifts to clyde from the girl. i stashed clyde in the cat carrier and rushed her out to the car, which she hates. clyde has never been a fan of the car. we drove around for a bit, and i picked up lunch. i pulled the car into some shade around the corner from the house and made sure the windows were down. i rushed upstairs to try to remain inconspicuous and to make sure i knew the exact moment the pest control people actually left. i sat around in front of the computer, chit-chatting and scarfing my lunch until the terminex truck finally pulled away from the front of the house. i rushed down to the car and clyde was panting and bitching at me for being gone so long. i drove around the block, snatched her out of the car, and rushed her fussy ass back upstairs.

she climbed out of the cat carrier, walked around for a little bit, and plopped down into the floor like nothing happened. all that bitching for nothin', huh? that's life, i guess.

in all of the confusion, i ended up only eating about half of my lunch. now i'm sitting around hungry. damn the man.

i just want to go on record as saying that clyde took to the girl like i've never seen, curling up in her lap like crazy. the girl is this incredibly nice person who brought cat toy up on her very first visit. these things just reinforced my feelings about how she was someone that i really wanted to be with, despite whatever challenges lay before me. how can i not want to be with this girl? really now…it's just principle, you know.

i guess i'm just waiting around for her to realize how great i am, at this point. i already know how amazing she is, after all.

but i guess that would require me being great…

oops.