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cold winds
Dec. 15th, 2008 12:50 pmYesterday was my eighth LJ anniversary. I remember buying a permanent account in 2001 for a hundred dollars and thinking "I just have to use this for four years to equal up with paying for a year at a time. I'll probably do that." Oh Livejournal. I have loved you and you have hurt me so often, but still we are here.
Walking to the mailbox, I make sure to have a can of cat food in my pocket. I did not see the orange and white kitty today. It is so bitterly cold. I hope he's found shelter. I found out from neighbors that the cat actually belongs to a couple down the street. But they got a dog, and then a baby, so they have just stopped caring for or about the cat. It makes me so angry I want to put a brick through their window. If we judge a person's true character by the way they treat those less fortunate or less gifted, then these people are despicable. Abandoning a pet is a shitty thing, for any reason.
It has only taken two weeks, but Jasmine has come out of her shyness. She is now a rumbling, meowing demon. If Mike plays on his computer instead of sitting on the couch, there is a constant stream of "mao! mrow mao! mao mao mao!" She likes a warm lap and lots of petting. Right now she's perched on the arm of my chair, wondering why I would type on a laptop that is clearly not as cute instead of petting her. I haven't had such a vocal cat in a long time. Sitting with her in my lap, I've noticed the rusty orange tints in her fur. She looks like someone crossed a grey brown tabby with a tortoise shell.
There is still time to vote for me over in the LJ Idol poll, which closes this evening. I'm in the second poll, tribe millysdaughter. I really am a little disappointed that I didn't write something more profound or literary for this week. It was very honest, but very much just an LJ post. Oh well. There are some other funny posts out there, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rm wrote brilliantly about fandom.
I ran errands today, including driving all the way to the post office by where I used to live. The one near me on Braker is some forgotten stanza of Inferno and always fills me with rage. The Far West office actually wins awards for their great customer service. On my way home, I decided to get a Baja Blast, which seems to be only available at Taco Bells. (It's a green version of Mountain Dew, with more lime and a little pineapple.) The guy who handed me my soda winked at me. It was bizarre, and yet a small kindness to cheer my day.
Walking to the mailbox, I make sure to have a can of cat food in my pocket. I did not see the orange and white kitty today. It is so bitterly cold. I hope he's found shelter. I found out from neighbors that the cat actually belongs to a couple down the street. But they got a dog, and then a baby, so they have just stopped caring for or about the cat. It makes me so angry I want to put a brick through their window. If we judge a person's true character by the way they treat those less fortunate or less gifted, then these people are despicable. Abandoning a pet is a shitty thing, for any reason.
It has only taken two weeks, but Jasmine has come out of her shyness. She is now a rumbling, meowing demon. If Mike plays on his computer instead of sitting on the couch, there is a constant stream of "mao! mrow mao! mao mao mao!" She likes a warm lap and lots of petting. Right now she's perched on the arm of my chair, wondering why I would type on a laptop that is clearly not as cute instead of petting her. I haven't had such a vocal cat in a long time. Sitting with her in my lap, I've noticed the rusty orange tints in her fur. She looks like someone crossed a grey brown tabby with a tortoise shell.
There is still time to vote for me over in the LJ Idol poll, which closes this evening. I'm in the second poll, tribe millysdaughter. I really am a little disappointed that I didn't write something more profound or literary for this week. It was very honest, but very much just an LJ post. Oh well. There are some other funny posts out there, and
rm wrote brilliantly about fandom.I ran errands today, including driving all the way to the post office by where I used to live. The one near me on Braker is some forgotten stanza of Inferno and always fills me with rage. The Far West office actually wins awards for their great customer service. On my way home, I decided to get a Baja Blast, which seems to be only available at Taco Bells. (It's a green version of Mountain Dew, with more lime and a little pineapple.) The guy who handed me my soda winked at me. It was bizarre, and yet a small kindness to cheer my day.