Monday, September 29, 2003 There’s still been no sign of OC. The last time we saw him was last Wednesday night. I really don’t have a good feeling about this. And usually, in the past, when a cat was gone missing for days, it seemed as if at least one of the other ferals was gone sometime during the day, as if they were holding watch over the sick/injured kitty. That’s not happening this time.
Some of you may be wondering why we never tried to trap OC again. Well, we kind of did, but he was “trap smart”. He had been in the trap before and he stayed far away from it. And we knew he’d be miserable inside. Leaving him the backyard was not an option, because he wanted out. And although it’s hard for a cat to leave our yard, it’s not impossible. He was one cat who really didn’t want to live with humans. I sincerely doubt we could have ever tamed him down, not like Lonee or Red. He would have been miserable inside and no doubt he would have just wasted away.
It’s odd, though. Around the night he went missing, Little Bit was in heat. She’s no longer in heat. I know we don’t need more kittens, but I can’t help but wonder at the timing. If OC is indeed gone, is she carrying his spirit in one of her kittens? Would this be a way he could live with us happily?
Speaking of Little Bit, she’s sure a tiny cutey. I do think we’ll be more aggressive about getting them in. I do know, though, that should we trap her, she’ll be getting fixed. So, that would mean no kittens. I’m really ambivalent about the whole thing.
Early, early Saturday morning, I woke up with severe stomach cramping. I spent about an hour in the bathroom. I’m thinking I either had food poisoning or a little bout of the flu. I’m leaning more towards the food poisoning, because I was feeling much better yesterday afternoon and today I’m back to normal. I don’t remember the flu lasting that short a period of time. I slept a lot which the cats loved. Darn Mystie was on me every time I woke up. When I’d have to get up to pee (I was drinking a lot of water) she wouldn’t move.
Yesterday, I trimmed my hair down, then gave myself another perm. Oh, my gawd, it looks like I’ve got a small blond poodle on my head! I know it will relax before the Disney trip, but Lordy, it looks weird right now. I really want to wash it, but you’re supposed to wait forty-eight hours. Maybe I’ll compromise and wait twenty-four. Later today.
Brian finally got all of the tile down in the dining room. And yesterday he did the grouting and he did it the same way he did the family room. He didn’t put it in the spaces between the individual cracks, but he smeared it all over the tile, smushing it down into the spaces. Then he wiped up quite a bit of what was smeared on the top, but it was futile. I told him I’d use the shampooer today to clean it up. And I started it late this morning, but realized just how much work it was that way. I remembered the vinegar from before, got out a small scrub brush and tried scrubbing some tiles. This would work, better than it did on the family room floor, because he didn’t use the additive that had been used on the family room grout. But it would take forever on my hands and knees, scrubbing. I needed more vinegar anyway, I’d just pop down to the local grocery store for more and while I was down there, check for a mop that maybe had a hard bristle brush.
I grabbed my license and ATM card, keys and off I went. No fashion plate, I’ve got work to do. I’m in baggy sweats (the only kind I’ve got since I lost all that weight) and an old tank top. I’ve got on worn, dirty sneakers. Perfect for scrubbing floors. I thought that maybe I’d like to try a different flavor of soda and look for the soda aisle. Since I rarely get soda at the grocery store, I didn’t know where it was and I started at the far left of the store. I look down an aisle and there’s the Heartless Bastard in a deep, deep conversation with a familiar woman. It’s my sister-in-law who hasn’t spoken to me in years because of this diary! I can just imagine the conversation. I’m sure my name came up at least once or twice.I backed that cart up as quickly as I could, found the vinegar, found a mop that had a hard bristley attachment and got the hell out of there. I was out of that store in under ten minutes.
Who would have thought I’d see the president and vice-president of the anti-dianne fan club in one place? :biglaugh
Anyway, I got home, the floor is almost done and it’s looking real good.
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