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Mar. 1st, 2021 05:52 pmDidn't plan much this weekend because it was supposed to rain, but then it never rained. Not really, anyway.
Cats are... going okay. Pepper is... clearly depressed. I can barely get her to eat. I know how sad she must be. She's lost both her humans, shes shy, no one understands or knows her (not really). I went to see Todd's sister on Thursday and got their cat beds. And honestly Pepper seems happy for something that smells like home, but i think it also makes her sad. I might be projecting. But getting her to do anything other than lay in her bed is hard. Getting her to eat is a pain.
Todds sister was nice, but as I was getting ready to leave, she was like "I LOVE TRUMP" and like, what makes these people think that this is appropriate to say to a complete stranger? We found some common ground lol:
-biden is old
-there should be term limits
-there should be more than 2 parties.
But like, I s2g, I was straining to keep it cordial at the end. I don't bring up politics with strangers here to pick up cat beds. That being said, she clearly probably agreed with me on a lot of stuff. Just radicalized by facebook. Still, I don't intend on talking to her much, other than sending cat pics on occasion.
anyway, as soon at the cats had been in the living room for 4 days, its time for the ole switcheroo. So now, Biggie and Pepper are in the bedroom, and Snowball and Blue up front. Snowball was so mad at the new cat smells, but has cooled down after a few hours. I was sure to move Pepper with her bed, and she seems the same as she ever was.
Biggie is a lot like Blue. Just loves people and pets and attention. He doesn't mind the bedroom as long as someone is in there with him. We'll switch rooms again every 4 days till they stop freaking out about each others' smells. Once that happens, maybe we can look into some introductions.
I saw Kirt and Justin last night which was nice. I had 2.5 beers, but you best believe I woke up with tummy troubles, couldn't sleep, couldnt regulate my body temp, etc etc. I had even eaten while we were drinking. They were fucking pilsners lol. What is wrong with my body? Whatever. I guess I'll try and keep myself at 2 beers, as opposed to 3, and see if that helps next time.
Cats are... going okay. Pepper is... clearly depressed. I can barely get her to eat. I know how sad she must be. She's lost both her humans, shes shy, no one understands or knows her (not really). I went to see Todd's sister on Thursday and got their cat beds. And honestly Pepper seems happy for something that smells like home, but i think it also makes her sad. I might be projecting. But getting her to do anything other than lay in her bed is hard. Getting her to eat is a pain.
Todds sister was nice, but as I was getting ready to leave, she was like "I LOVE TRUMP" and like, what makes these people think that this is appropriate to say to a complete stranger? We found some common ground lol:
-biden is old
-there should be term limits
-there should be more than 2 parties.
But like, I s2g, I was straining to keep it cordial at the end. I don't bring up politics with strangers here to pick up cat beds. That being said, she clearly probably agreed with me on a lot of stuff. Just radicalized by facebook. Still, I don't intend on talking to her much, other than sending cat pics on occasion.
anyway, as soon at the cats had been in the living room for 4 days, its time for the ole switcheroo. So now, Biggie and Pepper are in the bedroom, and Snowball and Blue up front. Snowball was so mad at the new cat smells, but has cooled down after a few hours. I was sure to move Pepper with her bed, and she seems the same as she ever was.
Biggie is a lot like Blue. Just loves people and pets and attention. He doesn't mind the bedroom as long as someone is in there with him. We'll switch rooms again every 4 days till they stop freaking out about each others' smells. Once that happens, maybe we can look into some introductions.
I saw Kirt and Justin last night which was nice. I had 2.5 beers, but you best believe I woke up with tummy troubles, couldn't sleep, couldnt regulate my body temp, etc etc. I had even eaten while we were drinking. They were fucking pilsners lol. What is wrong with my body? Whatever. I guess I'll try and keep myself at 2 beers, as opposed to 3, and see if that helps next time.
