Asshole and the squirrel
Asshole wasn't seeing some NEW chick. He was seeing one of his old chicks. He was seeing this same girl when I met him. He had been with her for almost a year and he dumped her for me. She moved away to California a few years ago and has been back here apparently for the last month and a half. I guess she's really into assholes because the dumbshit is STILL hung up on him. Enough to let herself be used and discarded by him TWICE. He's OK in bed but not THAT good.
They stopped all contact several days ago, though. He decided it was... ahem ... in his best interest to be truthful with me about it and stop seeing her. I have no idea what could have possibly happened that changed his behavior so suddenly........... I guess I'm not so mature after all. Lets just leave it at that. Yeah, I know. And whatever, you weren't there so don't judge.
We're all done with the old place now and he left town this morning so it doesn't matter anymore anyway and now I can move on. It's good that he won't be around here. It gives me lots of space to cool off and try to be normal again. You have no idea how freaking psychotic he makes me. He called while he was driving out of town and wanted to know if we could "try to have a long distance relationship and just stay true to each other because we might have something really special together." I'm rarely speechless but he got me with that one. He makes me think I'm losing my mind because the things he says are so far out there sometimes that I'm sure that I must have missed something.
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About Oscar, my kitty from 2 posts ago, he is doing much better. I think. His wound is almost completely closed up and I can't see any signs that there is anything else to worry about. He was a very good boy about taking his antibiotics and I'm hoping he won't have to ever go through something like that again. It makes me sick to my stomach to think of how painful the whole thing must have been for him so I'll stop talking about it now.
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OH!!!!!! So, my long time friend came over tonight to see my new house and brought her boys with her. (They are ages 13 and 15 and have grown up with my daughter so they are like family) Her youngest was on the couch in front of my huge picture window and the curtains were shut so he couldn't see outside and all of the sudden he asked why it sounded like someone was knocking against the window. I realized Mini was still outside and asked him to open the door and see if it's her wanting in. The door opened and next thing I heard was screaming. By the time I got over there, all 3 kids were freaking out. When he opened the door, Mini came running in with a full grown squirrel in her mouth and had flung it at their feet. It was very dead and almost as big as she is.
She must have been beating the squirrel against the window to get our attention because the front of my house looked like a horror flick. Blood was spattered all over the window. I wonder what the neighbors thought. Maybe the cat across the street that clawed up Oscar will take it as a warning. I wouldn't feel bad at all if Mini got a hold of that little puke and evened things up a bit. She's mommy's little Bad Ass, yes she is, yes she is.
In my cat's defense, no one really knows what happened. That squirrel could have jumped out of a tree and attacked her and the only thing she could do was fight back to defend herself. Squirrels hate cats. They taunt them for fun and torture them with their cruel little head games. Or maybe it had been injured by a car and Mini was just bringing it to us to try to get it some help. That's probably it. She was trying to help the poor thing but it was just too late. I'm sure she feels very bad about the whole situation either way and is very sorry that things turned out the way they did for the little fella.
I actually do have dead squirrel pics because the kids grabbed the camera while I was disposing of the body but blogger won't let me load any photos right now. It's probably for the best.
They stopped all contact several days ago, though. He decided it was... ahem ... in his best interest to be truthful with me about it and stop seeing her. I have no idea what could have possibly happened that changed his behavior so suddenly........... I guess I'm not so mature after all. Lets just leave it at that. Yeah, I know. And whatever, you weren't there so don't judge.
We're all done with the old place now and he left town this morning so it doesn't matter anymore anyway and now I can move on. It's good that he won't be around here. It gives me lots of space to cool off and try to be normal again. You have no idea how freaking psychotic he makes me. He called while he was driving out of town and wanted to know if we could "try to have a long distance relationship and just stay true to each other because we might have something really special together." I'm rarely speechless but he got me with that one. He makes me think I'm losing my mind because the things he says are so far out there sometimes that I'm sure that I must have missed something.
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About Oscar, my kitty from 2 posts ago, he is doing much better. I think. His wound is almost completely closed up and I can't see any signs that there is anything else to worry about. He was a very good boy about taking his antibiotics and I'm hoping he won't have to ever go through something like that again. It makes me sick to my stomach to think of how painful the whole thing must have been for him so I'll stop talking about it now.
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OH!!!!!! So, my long time friend came over tonight to see my new house and brought her boys with her. (They are ages 13 and 15 and have grown up with my daughter so they are like family) Her youngest was on the couch in front of my huge picture window and the curtains were shut so he couldn't see outside and all of the sudden he asked why it sounded like someone was knocking against the window. I realized Mini was still outside and asked him to open the door and see if it's her wanting in. The door opened and next thing I heard was screaming. By the time I got over there, all 3 kids were freaking out. When he opened the door, Mini came running in with a full grown squirrel in her mouth and had flung it at their feet. It was very dead and almost as big as she is.
She must have been beating the squirrel against the window to get our attention because the front of my house looked like a horror flick. Blood was spattered all over the window. I wonder what the neighbors thought. Maybe the cat across the street that clawed up Oscar will take it as a warning. I wouldn't feel bad at all if Mini got a hold of that little puke and evened things up a bit. She's mommy's little Bad Ass, yes she is, yes she is.
In my cat's defense, no one really knows what happened. That squirrel could have jumped out of a tree and attacked her and the only thing she could do was fight back to defend herself. Squirrels hate cats. They taunt them for fun and torture them with their cruel little head games. Or maybe it had been injured by a car and Mini was just bringing it to us to try to get it some help. That's probably it. She was trying to help the poor thing but it was just too late. I'm sure she feels very bad about the whole situation either way and is very sorry that things turned out the way they did for the little fella.
I actually do have dead squirrel pics because the kids grabbed the camera while I was disposing of the body but blogger won't let me load any photos right now. It's probably for the best.
posted by Sherri @ 10:55 PM
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