So...

Kitty had his 'nads nipped yesterday, and huzzah, we got a complete night's sleep as he recovered from the trauma. Mind you, it seemed like the big trauma for him was not getting to eat for 18 hours. Jesus. He yelled, and begged, and ran in circles until he got fed. Then, he did it some more.

But once his tummy was full, he passed out and slept like a good kittee.

Hopefully, since we gave him his little syringe full of drugs this morning, he'll give us another good night or three. That would be lovely. *nod*

I miss his kittee balls, though.

Happiness is...

The realization that in less than 4 months, you'll have paid off Ford, and will never ever have to deal with the blood-sucking, ass-licking, money grubbing bastards again.

And that with the extra $300 a month, I'll be able to pay off my medical bills by the end of the year. (this is, of course, assuming that the car doesn't go kaboom the moment it's paid off...)

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