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Mar. 21st, 2012 01:10 pmIrish was supposed to go here but then I ran out of time oops. Maybe later.
So, that was an adventure. Those of you who follow me on Twitter may have heard me shrieking, but for those of you who don't, here's the rough sketch. Last night the boy leaves and about two seconds after he's left, calls me up and says "Hey, go check on the cat meowing in the parking lot." And this leads to a fair amount of "... oh no. Hell no." from me. But I go out, and I meow to the cat, because that's how I roll, and the cat comes up and rams her side against my shins. And meows. And purrs. And meows some more. Now, it's late at night, most of the lights in the apartments are out, it's too damn late to go knocking on doors. And by now this has happened often enough that we have Protocols. So I scoop the cat up and stuff her in the bathroom with food, water, and litter, and go to bed. After checking her fur and nails and ears a bit, petting her, and then scrubbing down with hand sanitizer just in case. This morning, the second the boy and the car come back, we schlep on out to the local 24 hour animal hospital and see if she's chipped. Which she isn't. And by now we're going "Oh god, we're going to have ANOTHER cat, aren't we..." and printing up 'found cat' posters.
But the story has a happy ending! Because by this point people are starting to move around and we go and knock on a couple of doors, and the third door we knock on is an older lady who moves pretty slow around the house, and yes, she's missing a cat, so we bring it on over and open the carrier at her front door and it goes streaking into the apartment. And it was an apartment pretty close to where the cat was in the first place, if it hadn't been so goddamn late this wouldn't have taken an evening.
So! Happy endings for all. And I think when we finally take our last cat to get microchipped (he's a holy terror at the vaccinations so we haven't yet, but if we're going to be moving I REALLY REALLY want him chipped just in case) we'll knock on her door and ask if she wants us to take her kitty too, just in case.
And of course today is the day that work is going absolutely insane, and the day that a lot of Important House Stuff happens, and I am trying to hold onto all of my brain cells with both hands. I need to:
1. Call real estate attorneys.
2. Call local heating contractors and price out forced air systems.
3. Call local electricians because if I have the time to do one of those two why the hell not.
... no, I need to make a house-based organizational post. But. With only one major repair to make, I think it is safe to say it is a house and not a heffalump. Now to slog the REST of the way through.
So, that was an adventure. Those of you who follow me on Twitter may have heard me shrieking, but for those of you who don't, here's the rough sketch. Last night the boy leaves and about two seconds after he's left, calls me up and says "Hey, go check on the cat meowing in the parking lot." And this leads to a fair amount of "... oh no. Hell no." from me. But I go out, and I meow to the cat, because that's how I roll, and the cat comes up and rams her side against my shins. And meows. And purrs. And meows some more. Now, it's late at night, most of the lights in the apartments are out, it's too damn late to go knocking on doors. And by now this has happened often enough that we have Protocols. So I scoop the cat up and stuff her in the bathroom with food, water, and litter, and go to bed. After checking her fur and nails and ears a bit, petting her, and then scrubbing down with hand sanitizer just in case. This morning, the second the boy and the car come back, we schlep on out to the local 24 hour animal hospital and see if she's chipped. Which she isn't. And by now we're going "Oh god, we're going to have ANOTHER cat, aren't we..." and printing up 'found cat' posters.
But the story has a happy ending! Because by this point people are starting to move around and we go and knock on a couple of doors, and the third door we knock on is an older lady who moves pretty slow around the house, and yes, she's missing a cat, so we bring it on over and open the carrier at her front door and it goes streaking into the apartment. And it was an apartment pretty close to where the cat was in the first place, if it hadn't been so goddamn late this wouldn't have taken an evening.
So! Happy endings for all. And I think when we finally take our last cat to get microchipped (he's a holy terror at the vaccinations so we haven't yet, but if we're going to be moving I REALLY REALLY want him chipped just in case) we'll knock on her door and ask if she wants us to take her kitty too, just in case.
And of course today is the day that work is going absolutely insane, and the day that a lot of Important House Stuff happens, and I am trying to hold onto all of my brain cells with both hands. I need to:
1. Call real estate attorneys.
2. Call local heating contractors and price out forced air systems.
3. Call local electricians because if I have the time to do one of those two why the hell not.
... no, I need to make a house-based organizational post. But. With only one major repair to make, I think it is safe to say it is a house and not a heffalump. Now to slog the REST of the way through.