Monday, April 11, 2005

Poor Lil Meow Meow

Days Walking - 56

The Daddy informs me that my kitty has a bladder infection. Her name is Maleficent and she’s a Russian Blue - I’m sure I’ve mentioned her before. Anyway Dad took her in to the vet and now she’s on meds and should be fine. It’s a very sad feeling to know that my little one is so far away, and is ill and cranky. Hugs, little one! If I feel sad and guilty for my kitty, I can’t imagine having sick children and not being able to be with them.

While he cannot be bothered to clean a cooking pan, Adrian’s OCD clicks in at frustrating moments. Every morning, he has to roll and stow his sleeping bag and other implements just so. That would be fine, except he also feels obligated to give me a constant stream of commentary, critiques, pointers and other related harassment while I stow my own gear. Daily. It’s as if he believes that constant badgering will change me in some way.

He don’t know who he dealing with, clearly. I’ve been packing my stuff every morning for almost a couple of months now, give me a break. I miss Church.

My cold’s better, I have reverted to the sinus pressure stage and as long as I don’t, you know - move my head - it doesn’t hurt too badly. The Hum turned out to be a symptom of my cold, and so I'm not suffering from psychosis - at least, not that one.

We’re supposed to get news on Kwame’s sister Janet’s situation tomorrow, and I’ll let you guys know what the word is.

This morning I ran out of my seasoning salt. Eric used to make it at home, and I had him make me a big travel-shaker of it before I left. It’s more garlic powder than anything else, with some kosher salt and some seasoned pepper mixed in too.

The seasoning salt has the supernatural ability to make any food taste better, (magical +2 bonus for flavor) and I have hoarded it jealously. I guess that’s why I only just now ran out. I’ll miss it. Maybe I can convince Eric to mix me up some more, if he can climb off Shelly for two seconds.

Is it really flirting to let your shelter mate give you a foot rub? I know all about what they say in Pulp Fiction, but it does feel sooo good. It’s not like I don’t reciprocate. Adrian might have annoying packing and harassment habits, but also he has some strong hands.

Litany Webb, signing off

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3 Comments:

At 9:11 AM, Blogger Robin said...

I use dijon mustard on everything, but I only give it a +1 on the flavor bonus.

 
At 10:48 AM, Blogger Kato said...

If your kitty is Maleficent does that make you Sleeping Beauty?

Don't forget the fact that your season salt probably gives you a bonus to saving throws against Vampires. Which, you know, could be useful in the Tundra.

To a guy, everything is flirting. Asking him to get something off the top shelf at the grocery store, borrowing his stapler at work, or even just walking by him in a crowded mall, we see it all as flirting. In our world, at any given moment every single woman wants us so badly she can hardly contain herself. It's an unrealistic world, yes, but a damned interesting one.

 
At 1:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah I dont about your adventure with the pancakes. Everyone knows that Alaskan truckers prefer Bisquik pancakes, not Aunt Jemima lol

 

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