Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Mitts is a He

Mitts got home from the vet today. Mitts is a boy! Guess you can't trust two lesbians to find the "boy" equipment on a kitten? Anyway, he is home after spending an extra night at the hospital. He licked the thumb on one of his paws open and the vet had to suture it shut. Hence the extra night. We're glad he is home, even if poor Bails is not. We have to give him medicine for a couple days, should be interesting.............

Monday, February 16, 2009

Another Lay-Off Coming?

It's Monday and I'm not looking forward to going to work. The company I work at announced last week they are going to have 200 permanent lay-offs and 1200 temporary lay-offs. This is supposed to happen sometime in April, May or June - depending on which source you talk to. I'm pretty sure I will be one of the 1200 temporary laid off. I don't think I'm feeling too much stress about it yet. There are just too many variables involved in how and when they let employees go, so I am trying not to get myself worked up and in a funk over something I have no control over.

Mostly what I feel now is aggravation and irritation at my co-workers for constantly speculating about the future and for the many many rumors that are spreading like wildfire. I just want it to stop!

To change the subject completely; Mitts is at the Vet's today. She is getting fixed and her front claws removed. I feel horrible about the claws, but cannot let my furniture and house get ruined with her scratching. I am having trouble concentrating because I keep thinking about her. Can't believe how quickly I got attached to the little trouble maker! We're bringing her home tomorrow. I'll be glad when she is home and healed.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Mitts

We have a new family member. Meet Mitts; she is almost 6 months old and is a little terror.

Our home is usually calm and quiet. Not so this week. Mitts is very lively. She wants to play with our 13 year old cat Bailey. But Bails wants none of it. It makes for much growling and hissing. Poor Bailey. I hope she comes around soon. I'm getting tired of trying to keep Mitts away from her.