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Plato is Evil

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I think Plato (my cat) is evil. Early this morning he cawled into bed with me and snuggled up to my chin and fell asleep on my chest. I proceeded to wake up several times and, not wanting to wake up the cute whittle kitty, I’d fall back to sleep. Well, it’s now 4:30pm and Plato just had to get the f* up. Then, forgetting I placed my glasses on the chair next to my bed last night, I sat on them, squishing and bending the frames all to hell. I know this may sound crazy, but I thnk Plato was smiling.

Evil kitty.

good bye sweetie

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Pig Pen: Goodbye sweetie.
Death sucks. I know it’s inevitable but damnit, Pig Pen was three and a half weeks old. She didn’t even have a chance to play with a fucking toy.

Yesterday I took a break at work to write a quick post to update you on alll the cute things Piggy was doing. The way she’d walk with the new-kitten-legs over to you, crawl up your pants leg into your lap and dig her oversixed kitty head into whatever crevis she could find. Or how she’d muster up every fiber in her being in an attempt to bat a kitty toy three times her size- pushing herself to the ground in the process. Or the way she look up at me with those big blue eyes while I was sitting on the toilet in the morning. Or how she’d curl up in our laps or under a stack of sofa pillows for an hour or so, sound asleep. I never posted it because I didn’t get around to finishing it. I left it in a text file on my desk top, the icon sitting just below the picture of her I was using as my wallpaper. The same picture I replaced with the first graphic I saw when I got in this morning – some random GIF from the Yahoo! Mail website. I just couldn’t look at her looking at me like that. I had to leave work because, as I walked through the halls of the hospital, the sqeaking of opening and closing doors all sounded like her, crying from the bathroom while I prepared her food. I know we did the best we could, I guess I’m going through one of those the grief stages. Could I have done more? The vet said her temperature was 99.6 (normal is 104 I think.) Should I have left the ceiling heater on last night? I turned it on for minute, thinking she may be a little cold, but turned it off after it starting to stink. Something told me, even though it wasn’t cold in the room or anything, to turn it on. This is going to be hard, me thinks. The vet said it was the infection, it wasn’t the room, and that we did more than most people would have done… Sometimes love just isn’t enough I guess.

I just hope whoever left Piggy in that parking lot reads this one day.

Life isn’t disposable.

I’m going to curl up in bed with Plato and cry now.

New Kitty

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My weekly visit to Wal-Mart saturday night resulted in yet another cat in the Macaluso/Christofferson household. What did I spy with my little eye? A kitty sitting in the middle of the parking lot screaching as only a 4 week old starving kitten can. After 15 minutes of walking around, asking people if they want a kitten, and hearing story of one of his littermates that was dead 20 feet away from where I found him, I decided that this kitty was going to have to come home with me.

After trying to beg some friends, unsuccessfully, into taking him we took another look and it’s giant alienesque blue eyes and realised it wasn’t going anywhere.

I took Plato and the new one (PigPen) to the vet this morning, 4 hours and 290 dollars later we found out just how sick our stray kitty collection is. Plato has round and tape worms. PigPen has round worms and an intestinal tract infection that is causing him to randomly poop all over himself. We’ve given him 4 baths since Saturday night, and he’s still crusty with his own waste if you leave him alone for 20 minutes. He’s slowly starting to learn what the litterbox is used for, but I imagine he’s too weak to make it sometimes.

I guess we’re going to have to leave him in the bathroom for now… Plato seems to think he’s a sparring partner. Pla’s claws aren’t out, so I know he’s not trying to be mean, but by the way he’s batted Pigpen around I don’t think he knows his own strength.

Oh, the pitter patter of shit soaked paws.

I’ll keep you updated, and hopefully pictures will be coming soon.

Kittypuke and Bono

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I woke up this morning to the sound and smell of a small gray cat puking 5 inches from my feet. I am happy to report Plato is doing fine but I’m not sure about Dan. I enlisted his assistance in cleaning up the aftermath due to my fragile half-awake psyche which would have been irreparably scarred had I cleaned up the kittypuke myself. For some reason it resembled shredded chicken in a lovely Ethiopian Ber Ber sauce. Dan cleaned it all up for me and gagged the whole way to the garbage can. It was that bad.

But that’s not what you wanted to hear. What you want to hear is my thoughts on MTV’s programming this weekend. OK, maybe not, but oh well. That’s all I have to talk about at the moment.

I don’t know if it was a marathon or what, but all I saw was “Fight For Your Rights,” a series that is supposed to open our minds to other cultures and lifestyles. Or something.

I was only able to catch about 129 hours of “The Diary of Bono and Chris Tucker: Aiding Africa,” or as I like to call it, The Diary of Bono and Chris Tucker: Making Ourselves Feel Better for Being So Rich. It was basically Bono in those stupid bug glasses with Chris Tucker wearing a suit that probably cost more than the entire continent’s combined GNP. They’d visit village after depressing village with an assortment of uplifting, inspirational two-toothed disease-riddled natives who, in the course of drinking a case of conspicuously placed Coca Cola, would ramble on about how, even with all the AIDS, filth, and lack of electricity, running water, and well, anything, they still manage to keep a positive outlook on life. Tucker and Bono would then scamper off in their Range Rover and talk about how amazing the people were.

Oh, then one entire village crammed into a little Church and sang “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” to Bono. I presume they’re looking for either a cure for AIDS, a case or two of flyswatters, or Sally Strothers’ stash of Hohos.

I’m going to hell.

A few hours (days?) later I watched “Coming Out.” Coming Out is the story of four teens that filmed themselves dropping the gay bomb on their families. The most interesting thing in each of the stories is that for the most part they’d all say, “Dad I have something to tell you…. I’m different” to which the father would say something like “Uh, yeah.. You?re gay. Duh.” The most shocking story (no pun intended, ok maybe) is the guy who had electrodes attached to his ding ding so the Mormon Church could zap the gay out of him. Ouch ouch ouch.

That’s so unbelievably fucked up. For his sake I hope there is a hell, and I can’t want to see them there.

Sometime in my cable induced stupor I managed to watch The Fast and the Furious in it’s entirety on Starz’s free preview weekend. What a load of crap. For the life of me I can’t see what anyone sees in Vin Diesel. He’s not hot, he doesn’t seem to be all that intelligent, and his acting is maybe a smidgen better than Swartzenegger. Maybe. Give me Kevin Spacey or Edward Norton any day. Please.

Well, it’s 11pm and I need to make my rounds in the radio station.. For all I know we’ve been off the air for the last hour. Toodles.

Hurricanes and Kittens

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Long time no post. I actually started to draft a brief expose’ on my hurricane experience but trashed it midway after deciding it wasn’t very interesting.

All of a sudden I’m starting to wonder.. just what is interesting enough to blog about? I mean, are random posts revolving around silly anecdotes in the life of someone you don’t know really all that interesting? Then I remember in the world of blogging, yes they are.

Damn, I’m glad I kept that hurricane post.
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