Up early this morning, as the kitty wanted to cuddle, and since I only had half an hour left, I didn't want him to get comfy just to be moved. If he'd just come in around 5, I'd have an hour and a half to spend with him at my hip, and that would be fine. It just takes him ten minutes to settle down, not leaving much quality cuddle time. Otherwise, I slept fine. Woke up around 5 as usual, but was able to relax until 6, when the kitty drove me out.
I forgot to update on Saturday--over the weekend, our rat, Smudge, passed away. We'd gotten him about a year and a half ago, when my brother in law found him outside of the restaurant he worked in. Not wanting the restaurant to have a reputation, and noting that the rat was an albino, and thus probably didn't start out as a street rat, he caught it, and brought it to us. He never did get to the point that you could hold or cuddle him, but he was sweet, and loved the all natural peanut butter dog cookies we'd gotten Yoda. That was his special treat. As a result, he was a fucking chonk of a rat.
Once we get heat back, we'll consider getting another rat, a rescue this time, so it's socialized. Probably from Luna's House, which is where we've gotten some of the sweetest babies from.
Work was work yesterday. The dude who was supposed to do the inbox was out, so I took it on and got it cleared out. I don't love doing it, but it is rewarding to watch the total go down as you work through it, eventually going to 0.
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dine had this quiz in her latest journal entry, and it was interesting. What number are you? I am apparently #2,
the Helper. I'm not sure I agree with it, but it's flattering to be in a category with Mr. Rogers.
I forgot to update on Saturday--over the weekend, our rat, Smudge, passed away. We'd gotten him about a year and a half ago, when my brother in law found him outside of the restaurant he worked in. Not wanting the restaurant to have a reputation, and noting that the rat was an albino, and thus probably didn't start out as a street rat, he caught it, and brought it to us. He never did get to the point that you could hold or cuddle him, but he was sweet, and loved the all natural peanut butter dog cookies we'd gotten Yoda. That was his special treat. As a result, he was a fucking chonk of a rat.
Once we get heat back, we'll consider getting another rat, a rescue this time, so it's socialized. Probably from Luna's House, which is where we've gotten some of the sweetest babies from.
Work was work yesterday. The dude who was supposed to do the inbox was out, so I took it on and got it cleared out. I don't love doing it, but it is rewarding to watch the total go down as you work through it, eventually going to 0.
The lovely
dine had this quiz in her latest journal entry, and it was interesting. What number are you? I am apparently #2, the Helper. I'm not sure I agree with it, but it's flattering to be in a category with Mr. Rogers.
