I am doing fairly well, hope you are too. It is a gorgeous day outside and I am stuck here at the office answering the nonringing phone. Our office cat, LaVerna Rae, was spotted crossing the road today and that just won't do so there was a momentary burst of interest in finding her a permanent home again, which will probably be my brokers. She already has three cats: Miss Kitty, who weights a million pounds; Blanche, who has some form of cat autism, and Aleister, who is an obnoxious part Maine coon cat whose soul purpose in life is to foul any litter box put on the floor.
Which brings me to another point of ponderment, I wonder just home much money I have spent in my life so I could have a cat shit in my house. I bet it easily exceeds the amount I have spent on alcohol. Just the other day I had to haul off Four, count them, Four garbage bags of used cat litter to the dump. I only have one cat, Crybaby, and I live in a house with one bathroom. Crybaby has to have two litter boxes. She has always had one downstairs but then she started going by the front door and the only solution was to put one there also.
Last night I was downstairs and she had followed me down and she used her box and then she followed me back upstairs and, you guessed it, she used that one too. It had not been two minutes. I am like "what in the world is the matter with you?" and she just looks at me and says "Meow".
And of course it is race weekend in my fair town. There is a NASCAR track in my area and one of the two car races it has every year is this weekend which means we are inundated by people from New York, Pennsylvania and parts of Ontario. It is supposed to frost, but they will be out in fields sleeping in tents, because there is not enough motel rooms to go around and they stay booked years in advance for these weekend. Traffic will grind to a halt starting tomorrow and Sunday will see a huge influx of people driving in from nearby towns, followed by hours of engine noise that can be heard for a 18 km radius and then a mass expulsion of them as they leave.
A friend of mine whose husband is a policeman arrested one of these people last night for being drunk in public. He went behind a light pole in a parking lot, urinated, and while trying to zip up, lost his balance and fell over and passed out. It is like Woodstock without the music.
Ain't you glad you asked?