Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Mac and Kitty have been using the same litter box since Kitty was a little girl and we found it time to upgrade to one where Mac didn't struggle to release her excrement into the box. So we thought one with higher sides would keep her posterior in the box. But, the first time Mac used the new litter box, she didn't put her butt in the box at all....Instead she stood in the box with her butt out of it and made a bowl movement on the floor, next to the litter box, not in it. Just one more bit of evidence proving she has down syndrome.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I feel as though my post don't do my blogger name justice and the very few people who read this probably wonder who Kitty and Mac are. They are beloved kitties. Although, Kitty, it used much too loosely and they are far too ginormous to be referred to as kittens any longer. I will now present to you a proper introduction to my feline friends. Mac(short for Macintosh) is the black one. Kitty(we never gave her a name cause when we found her she was too cute) is the slightly obese orange one. Mac shows evidence that she may hold a slight case of down syndrome, while gluttony is the deadly sin Kitty can not conquer. My heart is softened for these fallible creatures.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I have come upon an epiphany! Since I have shown an interest in the Twilight Saga it seemed as though my very existence became consumed by the idea of falling in love with a vampire. However, not just any vampire; Edward Cullen to be more specific. There was no superlative that I could conjure up to fit a description for this Supreme Being. The more and more the story unfolded the more petulance I gained for my seemingly sane and predictable life. I developed a craving for the supernatural to salute me and rescue me from a disappointing existence. As I thought over the vampires perfect qualities in my mind over and over again a sudden epiphany struck me like a lightning bolt from heaven telling me to “snap out of it!” The author was illustrating what we would become in our after life; Extreme grace, musical voices, undying passion, immortality, perfect vision and acute hearing. This extreme change in my train of thought altered my priorities tremendously. Chagrin rushed over me as I remembered why I was put on this earth in the first place. I was so consumed by longing over the unobtainable and wallowing in self-pity of the fact I would never be such an amazing creature that I forgot that my thinking was utterly false! Stupid girl. My focus has been readjusted. I need to focus on making my earthy life the best it can be. I will become more advantageous and fulfill my duties here on earth to once again be like him; perfect.