...shut up and eat.
Menu du jour:
Unwanted.
So I can get one man to pay attention.
The one I went to lunch with a couple of sundays ago was true to his word in having me over this last sunday. He made me dinner. Enchiladas with spanish rice, beans, and spiced cider. We watched 3 dvds. Overall I had a very nice time. He was attentive, and considerate. Didn't pull any moves, only hugged me twice, and they were nice hugs. He called me monday and asked me over again for leftovers, but I needed to get some things done here.
It has come to light over the last weekend, that my sister and her husband aren't horribly fond of living with me. They say, all I do is complain about them. Which is absolutely not true. For the most part I remain quiet. I go to my room. I keep to myself. I *do* complain when her husband "cleans" by rearranging my stuff so that I can't get to things in the living room or kitchen. I do complain about them keeping their computer on- which even when it's on sleep mode is too loud with its stupid buzzing fans. I don't like it when they leave dirty dishes out, milk in glasses- left to congeal. But I don't even complain about that- not out loud. They, don't like that my suitcase is in the living room (because I have no room for it), and a box of my stuffed animals is also in the living room (also no room for). Both of which are fairly well hidden by furniture (MY living room furniture might I add), therefore not eyesores. That there's still a crate in the kitchen (where Galaxie is currently sleeping), that will be used soon enough by foster kittens which they claim they don't mind doing again this spring. All of these things, including my own complaints, are ridiculous things to dislike living with someone over- because things could be exponentially worse. However, my sister still managed to explode at me about it. I'd really rather not be here. Though I think at the moment, we're screwed and have to be here for now. Even probably through another lease. Remind me to suffer in silence.
I did happen to make my living space better monday, however. Since I'll be spending even more time in my room. All the hammie homes got cleaned, the fish tank is crystal clear again, and the ratties are livin' large in a super clean, super decked out home. (not that they aren't all always clean, just nice when I do the major cleaning every couple of weeks) I rearranged everything so that the hammies aren't so close to the floor where Galaxie can poke at them anymore. Courage the beta fish is a little closer to the ground where Galaxie can watch (new discovery!), but he's in no danger since she can't touch him. This arrangement seems to have given me more living space. Despite the poison outside my bedroom, there is a safe, cozy place here in my room.
Despite the downpour of rain here today I was really busy taking in animals nobody wants anymore today. Granted there were some that didn't want to give up their animals, but because of the economy, losing their homes. There was a man last week, that gave up his calico he named Little One. This manly man type I wouldn't have pegged for a cat person. He was losing his home and didn't have anywhere to go so he gave up his cat. Handed me his visa without complaint to pay the surrender fee. He held it together until he said goodbye to her and started crying on his way out. I felt so bad for him. I told him his cat would be ok. I went back today and looked for her. She was still there but won't be much longer. She tested positive for feline FIV (feline aids). Unfortunately for shelters, that's a death sentence. I feel so bad for her. Her owner loved her, and tried to do what was best.
This is what I do for a living. Can you even imagine?
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