First,
Hyde killed something. I’m not sure what it could have been… he’s a small cat and he WAS kinda chubby and clumbsy before he (and his fleas) got “temporarily” evicted. When I brought him in the other day his mouth was all ringed in blood and he was drooling alot. I checked his mouth, wasn’t HIS blood (he told me so).
Nonetheless his breath was FOUL and though I gave him ultra love I couldn’t bear his “girly time of the month” type breath.
yech.
His sister, Jeckyll spent all her indoor time in Paul’s lap. These two cat’s have the worse case of fleas EVER… flea powder, spray, repellant oil, baths…nothing has worked so far. We just got the house de-flea’d (which sucked, I’ve never had a worse case of fleas from a pet that was strictly indoor) so I’m loathe to let them stay in the house until we find a product that works. On cold nights they come in and hang out with us for a while but spend the night in the bathroom.
Tonight I’m going to try a diffrent type of repellant. It’s been slow going b/c we’ll try a new “remedy” for a few days, see how it works… when it doesn’t OUT THE CATS GO and the house gets re-treated while I wait for a few days before I try something else on the cats.
I dislike using so many chemicals but I doubt they’ll let me go over them with a nit comb. Which was seriously thought about before I tossed that idea out the window. I’m just scared that they’ll get some strange form of cancer and end up with an extra ear on their back like that mouse from Nip/Tuck.
Second…
RED EYE’D MONKEY’S FROM SPACE…. and other regal dreams…
I had a dream last night that I was the middle daughter of this king who ruled this amazingly wonderful and awesomely detailed kingdom.
The oldest child was adventurous and daring while the youngest was a total brat (read: unrelenting bitch). I was the “meh” daughter, didn’t really do anything exciting or noteworthy, so yeah I was the boring one.
Anyway, my father.. the king (who I THINK was actually the Burger King… don’t judge) had this general whom he loved very much. And not that kinda love, either. dork.
There was a war or something and the general (who was this HUGE grey beast of a man) sent his kids off to fight, 2 of them died in battle which sent the general into the PITS OF DISPAIR (but without the albino). And he went on a rampage, beating up and killing peasants and nobles.
My father (who may or may not have been The Burger King) sent me to talk to him.
Now, I already didn’t think my father LIKED me… now I was sure he totally HATED me and wanted me dead.
So I went and asked nicely for the general to please, please stop being mean.
He totally kicked my ass and sent me home, crying.
I went to my father and told him that the general was insane and that I couldn’t handle him. The king told ME that I was his liason and it was my duty to go and calm the general down, NOW!
So I think I ran away. I ended up meeting with Wilt (from “Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends”) and he taught me all about something or another…there was running and hilarious hijinks… none of which I remember.
Anyway I went back to my father’s kingdom and confronted the general during some sort of palace/gladiator/court thing. He was holding everyone (even the king) hostage with a gun, I strode up to him and we drew down on each other. SOMEHOW we ended up with my gun in his eye and HIS gun in my eye.
Weird.
Anyway, the general was screaming at the king that he’d kill me and everyone else, and I was thinking “welp, I’m about to die, so I’d better go out with a bang. And I twisted the gun up into the general’s eye, expecting him to just shoot me out of GP or something. Instead he moved his gun and covered his wounded eye yelling and cursing.
The king was all like, “Do you really think I’d allow you to kill my most beloved child? I’ve loved you like a brother all your life, I understand your grief but it didn’t have to come to this…” and more on the same vein.
I think he ended up arresting and/or killing the general but all I could think of was “you love me best?” The (burger) king was all like “Of course, why else would I shelter you so and allow you to do whatever you pleased? Which isn’t much.”
When I woke up I had a good laugh over how excited I was that he loved me mostest.
a Clockwork Rabbit 