Saturday was a busy day for me. First I dropped off a DVD, one that I never watched, that my department manager lent me back in early October. Afterwards I scooted to Petsmart to pick up some squirrel food and a gift for raddidge's feline companion Wumpus.
An animal rescue group was there, tables were full of cages of bunnies and ferrets. Stacked to the left were caged kitties. I visited with the ferrets, these two ferrets were quite content together and I figured that they'd have to be adopted as a pair rather than being separated since it would be cruel. Next door was a squirmy ferret who had an itch that she couldn't scratch making her squirm around like a snake in a frying pan. When I leaned down and poked my nose through one of the cage holes, the little critter named Coffee Bean came up and sniffed me.
Now I was heading into dangerous territory.
The lady who was part of the rescue group wanted to know if I had any questions. "Only questions I have are how my cat will act to someone new joining the house. I don't want to bring someone home, the critter thinks "Free at last" but once they meet with the Spottish lass (yes I did say spottish lass) and things don't work out there'll be disappointment that it didn't work." She understood but her look clearly stated she thought I was batshit insane.
One Wumpus gift and an eight pound bag of squirrel food later, I was at the counter when the kitties caught my eye. First things first, I discovered that all the cats had intact claws. I would never consider declawing a cat but Spot doesn't have her claws, I found her that way, and I don't want her at a disadvantage should the roughhousing get too rough. There was a giant tom who was a bright orange with darker stripes named Tigger. A wee black kitten who realized my finger and nose needed a thorough cleaning and she had just the tongue to do it. One little kitty cat had a rough start in the world. When he was born, the umbilicus was wrapped around his lower hind leg making it necrotize and it had to be amputated. Another lady said that his sister had it much worse.
That's when I discovered these big goofy dogs going through the checkout line. One was a lanky black lab and the other was red like an Irish setter but looked more like a golden retriever. The latter was wearing kicky reindeer horns. I leaned into the little handicapped kitty and whispered conspiratorially "Those are dogs. They're not very bright." Their mommy said, "Well we have two parrots who pick up the slack." A minute later I was saying hello and goodbye to the pooches.
After I checked out, I reckoned that if I do get another cat then it'll be sometime in February. I have a whole week off which will give me the luxury of staying home and ensuring that Spot and this other feline will be amiable towards each other.
Later I had lunch, picked up raddidge's other gift, bought two videogames, some dinner and drove home.
So at the moment I'm considering a glass of tea a day. Of course it must be made in a kettle, much like the one that raddidge got me for my birthday, because microwaving water doesn't seem wholesome.
I finished Coyote and it's a pretty good book. When I started Coyote Rising I was surprised that the first chapter was a short story I read during my stay in Hartsel. The Madwoman of Shuttlefield.
Now as I'm writing up this summation of Saturday I am feeling a bit of despair that my life is essentially empty. Morseo when I was contemplating the fact that I could be more content with a broadband connection and an ipod. The broadband connection would allow me to download mp3s of the Howard Stern Show and I'd have the ipod to play it.
My job had me as a landlord. I lived upstairs while these two girls ran a cafe downstairs. More of an open air bar that catered to anyone who was hungry for quick eats. Most of my day was spent cleaning up the apartment and making infrequent trips downstairs for dinner and to watch them at work.
These young ladies were very thin, the kind you look at and know you could touch the tips of your thumb and forefinger if you grasped them in your fist. One was a brunette and the other one was a redheaded Korean girl. Both of them had tits which were barely a b-cup which meant they weren't too shy about showing their asses. Fortunately they didn't have ass antlers. Those always come across as being so damned cheap regardless of my state of consiousness. If you don't think they're ridiculous then imagine a three hundred pound plumber bearing one of these decorations as he kneels down to attack that clog in your sink's drain.
Regardless of my aside, they did have tattoos. One had a sleeve of girly shit on her left arm and the other had a shoulder patch tattoo which was too dark to discern. Plus they had really short hair but it was far from being dykey.
Well then, stately plump Adrian Sterling came down from the stairhead bearing a box of books in which one could find science fiction and more science fiction. After I made my literary reference of the week, I stopped dead in my tracks when I discovered the chicks were working naked behind the counter. They smiled and waved cheerfully, absolutely nothing sexual going on and none of the customers were leering nor were they putting their noses archly in the air at the brazen sight.
Honest to god, I didn't know what to do then and I wouldn't know what to do if it happened right now. I did get a feeling that they held me in some paternal regard and most likely relegated to the harmless category. Personally, I'd wish that it was that we had our ways with each other and once that was over and done with then it never had to happen again.
