It's my turn.

[stoney321]

I have tried to bring the cheer. Boy, have I tried. With the singing and the laughing and "oh, oh, make it stop," stuff. I don't whine. Until now.

FUCK!!! My STUPID cat (who I love and bawl over, don't get me wrong), the one who got run over and lost all the fur and muscle on his back legs, and was healing just fine? He decided to bolt this morning and hasn't been found all day. "Well, it's a cat, he'll turn up." It's 19 degrees outside and we have several inches of snow. And he's 14. I have walked the neighborhood multiple times - nothing. Have called the vet and shelters - nothing. I HOPE someone saw him and has him inside. He's the friendliest cat you'll meet. OR: someone left their garage open and he dashed inside to get warm? GAH!! ANIMALS are driving me crazy!!!

Yesterday the evil!killer black cat (my absolute favorite animal on the PLANET) came back from a night out limping. Several hundred dollars later we find she's dislocated her paw! Owchie. So they adjust it and get it back in the socket and she's fine, but all of this adds up to no more money in the house. Meaning REALLY that no presents for mommy under the tree, because it would be a cold day in hell if Mr. Stoney went shopping before Christmas Eve. Boo! (to me, because that is fucking selfish.) But I have my cats to keep me warm as a gift, right? Except the lap cat is MISSING. Waaaah.

I've been eating fudge to make me feel better. Now I feel fat. CRAPPY day. Nothing to see here, move along...

(Basically I'm all alone with three kids, snowed and iced in and going LOCO.)

Comments

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

My hope is he has climbed into the neighbor's garage and is curled up on old blankets or something, biding his time to act wounded and sad so I bring out the GOOD food. Turd.

*trembly chin up, somewhat, and holds your hand*

[ropo.livejournal.com]

Oh dear! Hope kitty is safe and warm and home soon.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

George!! You have twin Georges on your icon!! (My favorite cat of childhood) I have a niggling suspicion that he has walzted into someone's garage and is being adored until he can make his escape.

My leetle tuxedo cat with the wonky feet must come home!!

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

*I chases you down a darkened corridor, you trip, you stumble back up, you stagger and limp away breathing frightened gasps, but lo! I am suddenly there, I pounce and tackle hug you, the violin music screeches in orchestrial horror*

Poor baby! Don't fret, I guarantee Mr Cat will suddenly turn up going 'What, what? Why are you looking like that? Now feed me and warm my feet with your lap!'

Fudge eating for medicinal purposes have zero calories, it's one of those eating rule things. And if Mr Stoney is waiting for the big sales Mr Stoney better bloomin well make sure that the gifts make up for it! Mucho shiny things for Mrs Stoney!

*hugs you more, violin music swells up again*

<-- a little melodrama never hurt anyone. 'Cept for that one time...

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Waaaahhh! *snots all over you, decorum calls that you endure it. ENDURE IT!!*

I wonder if he crawled into the blanket o'kitty pockets I mailed for your sick time? BASTARD!

Ah, Dovil, you can always put a smile on my face.
*is embarrased for whinging, eats fudge to correct embarrasment*

[tx-cronopio.livejournal.com]

oh, hon, I'm so sorry. Animals can break your heart more than any of us people ever can. I'm sure Cat will come back. *hugs*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the hugs. Just know (since you are "new" to my journal and all) I NEVER whine. Am a bit embarrased, but I am alone with children and no adults... WAAAH!!

I bet he'll show up in the morning, groom his face and look at me like, "what?" BARGHHH!! And then I'll scold him and secretly feed him the liver I saved from tonight's chicken, just in case...

*hugs you back, feels better as Giles is smiling beatifically at me*

[likeadeuce.livejournal.com]

awww -- hugs. hope the cat is recovered soon.

If I send you some random-ass fic I'm working on, will that help keep you warm?

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

*wipes snot off face with sleeve, isn't even horrified by self any longer*

YES. Carrie-fic is off the happy making.

[bliss-v.livejournal.com]

Ack! Oh, no!

Being the mama of 7 cats myself, I can completely understand the freak out. (hell, I'm freaking out for you just thinking about it.) I hope that your baby comes home very soon!!

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Bliss, you rock. At 14, he's pretty wiley. I guess if I get rid of the drama factor, I am pretty sure he's holed up somewhere waiting for the snow and wind to stop.

We call him Grandpa Kitty because of his ol' timey smarts.

*hugs you HARD*

[julia-here.livejournal.com]

Cats. I swear, they live to bring anxiety.

Hope yours quickly figures out that he's made you perfectly aware of how miserable you are without him, and has headed back.

Julia, whose cat spent much of last night making noises and keeping me awake

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Bargh. CATS!! I mentioned befor that most likely he will show up in the morning, dead critter beside him, grooming his face with a "what?" expression.

*wishes burrowing balls of silent fur at your feet in return*

[mskakaako.livejournal.com]

Aw...I want to cuddle you.
The cat will come back...the very next day.
They always do. They're smart that way.
Try not to go crazy. *loves*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Anya and Giles are making me feel better.

I just worry because he's old and decrepit, and because apparently there is nothing else to do.

*slowly bangs head against wall - thinks about eating asbestos to liven things up a bit*

[mirasol.livejournal.com]

Come on babe, you know what it is - the cat just wants even more attention. He's warm and tucked up in someone else's house - and he'll wander back in on Christmas Eve with the whole "What? Were you worried?" air about him.

And the fudge thing? You're stuck indoors, with the kids and the worry, and the candy. It's got to be done - and like I say, once it's gone, it's gone. Here's some virtual chocolate anyway - zero-calories, my favourite flavour.

*cuddles you, kisses your poorly cat's paw better*
*spits out the fur*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I *know* you are right... I think I'm just loco and hopped up on chocolate, and feel embarrased about making it a big deal...

*collects spit out fur, cards the fur and knits you a cap. Which I expect you to throw away, because ewwww.*

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

Crawford!!!! Come home for Christmas, baby! Damn, between you and secondverse I'm all torn up about the missing furry babies. I hope both Crawford and Wiley make it home, or that someone keeps them warm and safe until their mommies find them again. (Just called you to give the Crawford love and am now craving homemade bread. And still hacking.) I love my BFLJ.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Goldurnit!! Poor Yin. I have felt so bad for her. But those are old lady dogs, and one of them scooped Wylie up and feeds it with a spoon, don't you think?

*feeds you bread and fudge and homemade chicken n'rice soup*

I love my BFLJ, too. (stalkers said they would look around for him tonight. Not as scared of them right now. Huh.)

[ennuigrrl.livejournal.com]

you found your baby! That's a good thing:)

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

If by "baby" you mean my sense of humor, then yes. If you mean my cat, then sadly, no, but I will end that with NOT YET. He'll come home. Got off the phone with Mr. Stoney who feels strongly that Crawford (the cat) is holed up warm, bumming food off of some unsuspecting family, and will saunter home, tail high and whiskers clean tomorrow when the sun is reportedly coming out.

Thanks for chiming in with the love, sweetie!

[dusty273.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry for that, honey. Hope your kitty appears soon and well.

*huggles*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I feel like a dork for making a big deal. He's a cat, he's smart, he'll come back, I think I needed to whine a bit. I don't normally, so dont' run away!! I'll pep up and be silly soon, I promise!!

[violethamster.livejournal.com]

Hope kitty turns up soon so you can stop worrying about him. They are creatures of pure cute fluffy evil. Last time one of mine went missing it turned out he'd been in the basement. In the damn BASEMENT. Undoubtedly snickering to himself as I frantically called for him, while playfully eviserating small still-living basement-dwelling rodents.

Kitty troubles and no presents - at the very least you should get to whine and eat fudge, dammit. I'd be out kneeling in the street, wailing operatically of my torment and woe and pissing off the neighbors.

<-- okay, my day's not THAT bad.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Okay, your cat story made me go check the basement, but I don't really have one, so I checked under my bed. Not there. He'll be fine, I'm sure. He's the Teflon Kitty. Surviving cancer, wonky legs, trapped in a pipe for a week a few summers back... The retard.

You have given me the courage to step out side in my wife-beater tank and scream into the night, "Stella!!!" But that would sound weird since the cat is named Crawford. But the neighbors could make fun of me...

[elcazavampiros.livejournal.com]

Poor Stoney.

I'm sure you're right that your kitty is just keeping warm elsewhere.

I share this icon I made for uberaeryn to try and make you feel better.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

My new kitty Hope is making me feel better by attacking the computer screen when I scroll down. The cursor must be killed!!!

Rule number one: don't send Stoney your cat. It will end up maimed and lost. Unless you want that to happen, and then you are just a shit, aren't you? Not YOU you. Did you see the Spock mood icon I made today? I emailed a sample to Sue with "instructions" to show you.

[hellziggy.livejournal.com]

Oh, poor kitty! I'm sure he'll be back soon. From the sound of his adventures you couldn't get rid of him if you tried (not that you ever would) so he'll be back & he'll look at you and say "What are you waiting for? Feed me!".
I'm confused though. I thought you lived in Texas. How can you have several inches of snow when we don't have any here in Minneapolis?

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I KNOW!!! What is up with the 3 inches of snow here in Big D? Craziness. I've lived here from birth and NEVER had a white x-mas.

You have NONE? Just wait. You'll get dumped on when you have no coat.

(your cat's yawn is mighty. thanks for the Crawford shout-out.)

[paynbow.livejournal.com]

*Pets you* It will all be okay. And no amount of fudge could stop you from being gorgeous! And...think of the snow as...a white Christmas... *hugs you*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

The kids are so happy about having a White Christmas.

Today is bright and sunny, and no wind, so i expect to see his furry face in the window at some point... Mr. Stoney flies home at lunch, so I'll dress him up in cammo and send him out to perform some "re-con."

[cityphonelines.livejournal.com]

Why are all the animals doin' a runner? Don't they know it's the holidays? I'm sure he'll turn up, cats do this right?
*is semi-allergic to cats and has no real idea*
*curls up on your lap and purrs in the mean time*


Love you.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Love you, too.

Aww! My own purring Vampire! Let me put down my Lap-Guard^TM to protect my clothes from your blood tears.

[wendylouwho.livejournal.com]

I have 3 dogs. It is 16 degrees here and I let my 4 pound dog out and he ran off. Stupid dog, doesn't he know it is nice and warm in here and there's food and water and love? I have a yellow lab that runs off too. So frustrating.

I am sorry mommy gets no presents this year. I can totally sympathize. It was only a few years ago that my husband starting even shopping for me. (We've been together for 20 years) I think it finally got to him when I had absolutely nothing to open one Christmas day and he (and the kids, of course) had stacks of gifts. Since then, he has done really good with the Christmas shopping. Hopefully his grinch days are over for good.

Now, go eat your fudge and try to feel better. Merry Christmas!