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.)

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[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...