Gripe, Gripe, Gripe - Baaaad Dog, Triscuit
Yeah, I know – I was supposed to post all about my bad bad dogs, but I never got around to it. All I can say is I’ve been crazy busy.
The ill-behaved Triscuit.
My job – oh, it’s so so so much fun to be back at work. Love it. And I love that I’m acquiring a brand new skillset. Very cool indeed.
And I’ve been quite involved with NAMI Westside in Albuquerque. The new president over there – Marilyn – is absolutely awesome. I can’t wait for my schedule to ease up just a tad, so I can devote more time to the organization. And I can’t wait for my money to increase so I can donate more regularly.
Anyhow, back to the bad bad bad dogs….
You know how I’ve been complaining bitterly about my cats, who drink my coffee, stalk and kill my vegetables, and even eat my coffee beans?
Well, Triscuit is now on my shame list. I put in alyssum a few weeks ago. It’s been hot here - high 90s, low 100s – and Triscuit likes to stay outside but still stay cool. And you know where it’s the coolest?
About 12 inches down.
So Triscuit digs. Twelve inches down. To stay cool.
She dug my alyssum. Killed them. To stay cool.
Bad bad Triscuit.
That Oven Was Hot!
My life has been quite hectic these days. Lots of work. Lots of helping with Little M. Lots of tending to my very very bad animals.
Someone somewhere has added me to a search engine – stumbleupon – because of the postings I do here on my very ill-behaved animals.
Cool.
So in the interest of making this site worth the visit, I offer a few pictures of the rotten animals. First up is Krum. I don’t write that frequently about Krum, primarily because he’s generally a well-behaved, relatively sane cat. However, this picture shows a side of him that I don’t quite get. I understand cats wanting to be warm, but in this case the oven was on. And it was hot! That strikes me as working against his own best interests.
Next is Triscuit, who, although I love deeply, has issues that could be best addressed by use of some heavy-duty psychotropic drugs:
If Looks Could Kill...Guess she didn't want her picture taken.
Cat Updates
A lot of stuff to update. First of all: Vanessa seems to have developed a fondness for black coffee.
Vanessa Drinking Coffee
Vanessa Needing a Bit More Coffee.
Vanessa Going Back for More
No More Weather Woes
So yesterday I woke up the entire world was gray. The cloud cover was low, and the temperatures were equally as low.
This morning though?
Rocky & Triscuit. Beaker has that FCE and can't scamper.
I woke up at 4:30 – yeah, I know, I’ve got some sort of sleep disturbance going – and noticed that it seemed light outside. I pulled back the curtains and lo-and-behold, it had snowed.
All is forgiven.
Although I think it shouldn’t snow in New Mexico in late February, I am much better with snow than with drizzle and sleet. So to the weather gods and patterns and el Niño himself – I forgive all of you. It’s beautiful. 
Update: Hoodlum Cats.
I have bad, bad animals, and I take full responsibility.
The Very Bad Vanessa (on the left) and Mindy (in the sink).
My dogs bark at nothing. And the cats. Oh my god, the cats. They have pulled up all my vents (I still have mice); they lounge around in the sink (as this picture captures); they eat the dog food (can anyone say ‘death wish?’); they steal my make-up (why?); they go into the freezer (I now have the freezer shut with Velcro); and Mork, every single morning, greets me by attempting to climb up my legs using nothing but his body weight and incredibly sharp claws.
Update: Vera and Markham
Vera and Markham is coming together slowly, slowly, slowly.
The problem – as I’ve mentioned before – is that writing is isolating, and, right now, given this never-ending divorce (sung to the tune of “This is the song that never ends), the last thing I need is isolation. I need people around me – happy people – and so though I write every day, get something done on the series every single day, it is still slow going because I have trouble staying focused when I’m alone.
Vera: Contemplating Her Future, Disavowing Her Past
The other problem is that the panic attacks are back. I thought they were behind me, but they have returned. And the problem with the attacks is that they indicate I’m constantly anxious, and the problem with being constantly anxious is that my body – nobody’s body – can withstand constant anxiety without then crashing.
And that’s kind of where I’m at right now: I’m crashing.
