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Cats are strange
Sometimes I really dont' understand cats. I love them, but they fail to make sense. The reason I say this right now is because I just watched something that makes me wonder if they have shrinks or therapists for cats. Xena was hiding under my bed as usual. Chester came in and decided to go under the bed after her. I heard some growls and a few assorted hisses, then with in less than 30 seconds Chester comes running out while I still hear Xena growling. Chester stops a few feet from the bed and it looks like there is something wrong with his front paw. He stopped to lick it, and looked a bit surprised. Go Xena, now if she would stop hiding under my bed so much. She can be a little spitfire if she wants to be, I just dont' understand why she still insists on having such a strange attitude. Chloe on the other hand has started acting like a puppy cat. Everywhere I go, there she is. I can't hardly walk sometimes with out tripping over her. If I sit down she is either next to me, or right behind me getting into my hair (litterally).
I did manage to get a few loads of laundry done today, now it is sitting in the basket in the hall asking me to put it away. Thank God I have two more days off. Now I just need to do the kitty litter. ITs actually not that bad of a job, I use drawstring garbage bags as kitty box liners. It makes clean up soo much easier, adn they are much cheaper than the ones marked cat box liners. Who wants to pay 3 bucks for 5 glorified garbage bags.
I had a great time at B&N today, but alas I had no cash to buy anyting, not that I coudl afford it anyway. As I didn't get to the bank yesterday, and I haven't used my ATM card for so long I can't remember the bloody PIN number. I tried every thing I could think that I might have picked, but none of them worked. Then later Kat came over to visit Xena, who was too busy making a piggy kitty of herself.
Then later for reasons I'm not clear on, I returned the outfit my mom gave me for Christmas, since the top fit but the bottoms didn't. I didn't have a recipt, it WAS a gift, so I had to take a gift card. Shopping wonder that I am, I spent the card on Cherry Coke, a big package of cheese slices (real chese not that indivually wrapped cheese like substance Kraft makes, icky), and a Woman's day. I am such a Mom sometimes. My son and I both love Cheese so this should keep us happy for a while. Now I can make him his cheesy eggs in the morning.
Then we came home again, and I cheated again and made mac -n- Cheese with hotdogs for Warren for supper. I feel guilty sometimes because I dont' always make him the proper meals I should. I mean he isn't hurting for food, but I worry so much. When I am up I make real meals with veggie and bread and dessert and all. When I am down I thaw a pizza, order out or open a can of Chef Boy Ardee. I wonder what kind of eating habbits he will have when he grows up. I haven't even eaten yet today, except for a ham sandwhich adn some soda. Lately Warren eats more than I do. Between the short chunkiness on my side and the large broadness on his Dad's side, the kid is destined to have the kind of build that will make a football coach cry with joy. As to wether he can play or will even want to, who knows.
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.