February 23, 2005
Catching a Break
In the last 48 hours:
Did some cleanup on Mike's blog. Damn comment spam. But it's good to be useful.
Met up with Holly & Cassie for sushi and cocktails. Several pastel-colored martinis and a pint of cider later, and yours truly was a bit of a blubbery mess. I vaguely remember walking at an angle and falling into bed. Still woke up way too early. Clearly am not drinking enough.
Tonight, Marco and Wayne came over with Chinese takeout and we caught the Project Runway finale. One of my girlfriends called and I was in the kitchen, chatting away, when I looked out through the back door. I'd started setting out some cat food, only to find some other cat nibbling away. I registered that there was a cat, and then saw a familiar tabby pattern. Astonished, I told my friend to hang on a moment, and opened the door warily.
Tabitha was too busy eating to run away. I snatched her up, brought her inside and yelled "I got her!" The damn cat strolled around blithely, as if to say "Hey everybody, how's it going?" Tonight it's been pouring and wintry temps are soon to return, so I am much relieved. It won't happen again, but someone needs a collar with a tag, pronto.
Someone else is unhappy. It's only been about five, six days, but Ginger is clearly disappointed. She's been hissing and emitting low, strangled growls whenever she sees Tabitha. Poor dear - she was the good cat and stayed inside, and now she loses her only-cat status. She's gotten some catnip for her trouble.