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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[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*

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

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

*smiles wanly at clothes that must be burned and flesh that must be bleached from stoney snot of vileness*

Never be embaressed for whinging! Embrace the whinging, make it yours, run with it through meadows and share wine and nibbly bits with it. Whingy is of the good and must be loved and nutured. If you look at my journal sideways all it is one big whinge.

*hugs you again, just because*

You!!! You, blessed little kiwi. Get in me belly.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

(Um, that only works if you say it like a Scotsman)

You stinker with the paid LJ time! I see what you are doing... Trying to distract me. It worked. The big cat (we have four - I am crazy cat lady.) who weighs in at 22 pounds wants to go out, now. Probably as a search party. I'm tying rope around his waist and slinging two ham-hocks over his ass to lure the other cat home.

(Thank you very much, BTW. All kidding aside. Except for a teeny bit, because I hide behind humor. Eeep!)

Re: You!!! You, blessed little kiwi. Get in me belly.

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

Now I make hand puppets to distract you even more.

I'd get in your belly but it's full of fudge. Strike that, I will now get in your belly.

Four doesn't make you a crazy cat lady, it just makes you a big hearted lover of cats. It's the 40 ferrets running about your house that raises eyebrows.

I hide behind humour as well. Or ranting. Both places are fun to hide behind. Sometimes I hide behind trees and giggle a lot while people form search parties and helicoptors fly over head. And then they get cranky when I jump from behind the tree and yell 'surprise!'. Whiners!

I would end up with a *hug* but if I do that three times in a row it's less comforting and friendly and more restraining order time.

Re: You!!! You, blessed little kiwi. Get in me belly.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Did I mention that there is now homemade bread (with real butter and honey, YUM) in my belly now? I'll swallow some tinsel and a Radio head album and you should be quite cozy down there. I'll just dig out my maternity pants to wear while you "vacation."

Wow. That has become something weird even for me. And that's saying something.

Re: You!!! You, blessed little kiwi. Get in me belly.

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

*snorts* Though yum for the bread/honey thing!