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Who is your favorite cat?
Being a cat mom of two, this question is just plain old mean.
I know who asked this question, you silly man.
It' as mean as asking me, "What's your favorite crazy pill?"
But I did promise to honor your questions, so here it goes.
I flat out refuse to pick between my own two cats, so I researched other noteworthy cats and chose a favorite.
Casper is famous for riding the No. 3 bus in Plymouth, eleven miles round trip, into the center of the city and back, every day. He would patiently wait at the bus stop and hop on and sit in his favorite seat. Seriously, how fabulous is that? So fabulous he inspired the book, Casper the Commuting Cat.
I have met some random cats in my, almost, thirty-three years that have quickly captured my heart.
First there was Captain.
He roamed the streets of Laguna Beach and especially hung around the outdoor restaurant (the name has slipped my mind) and would sit at an empty seat at my table. Never fail. Every time I ate there. He would actually sit upright, like any other human patron, and I would always order him the shrimp.
This is not Captain.
He had much better manners.
Next was Dirtball.
That was not his real name, but he was dirty. Man, was he dirty. He roamed the grounds of my apartment complex in San Antonio, and sat on my lap as I sunbathed at the pool. One ominous day I decided he needed a bath. This dirty madness had to stop and I was just the one to put an end to it. I lured him into my apartment and gave him, quite possibly, the worst ten minutes of his life. Afterwards he was so lovely, gleaming white, no longer a dingy brown. The hubs didn't approve. He kept shouting, over the sound of running bath water, "I can't believe you are giving someone else's cat a bath!" After his bath, I never saw him again.
This is not Dirtball, but his bath went something like this:
So what does this have to do with being crazy?
Sometimes when you are crazy you order entrees for stray cats, and give them bathes. Hey, some one's gotta do it...
Until next time...
P.S. Take your pills.