Cats, Jax, and the Plastic Princess

It's a bright and beautiful Monday morning and my children are being animals. Normal, right? Oh well, I should be used to it by now.

Stella was doing great this weekend, eating & drinking and using the litter box. This morning? She won't eat or drink. I don't know what to do. She hid all night under the dining room table - I think we will put her in a cat carrier from now on at night, at least until she gets better.

Yesterday, I tried to sleep in a bit, but Sharky woke me up and gave me some coffee. I had two cups and then dozed back off. Woke up later, got the boys up (it was around 1:00 p.m.) made lunch and then went back to bed. Yes, I was that exhausted. LOL Boys played on the computer while Petunia and Sharky played outside - washing Ethyl, chasing lizards, and organizing small bits and pieces in the garage. *grins*

We're trying to figure out how and what to do tomorrow night. There are a couple of parties being held in the neighbourhood that I want to take the kids to but Sharky has to work - we are going to see what and how to do anything at all. *sigh* Ethyl is just about ready to be tagged and licensed, but we just don't have the money at all.

Had a wonderful surprise last week - someone anonymously gave me 6 months of FOG for Where's George? I cried, it touched me that much. FOG is not something that is needed, one can George happily without it, but being a FOG makes it a lot more fun and to know that someone cares about me enough to gift it to me really gets to me. I wish I could thank them - but it's anonymous - so I just put a "Thank you my friend" in my sig in the forums and hope that they will see it and understand.

I was given a fabulous compliment at the Ball on Saturday but didn't take it well as usual. Someone asked about the boys (my sons) that were doing the childcare and Miss Z said that I was one of those parents that everyone wishes they could be. It took me by surprise and I ungraciously asked her what kind of crack she was smoking. I really meant it as a joke and the look she gave me really hurt. I should have thanked her instead, because she meant it. *sigh* She got back at me later on though, by calling me the straightest person she knows. Damn, that got me right in the gut. Me? Straight? ROFL Never thought of myself that way - must have been all those years in the military and being the product of a very prim and proper Victorian father. *giggles*