She's home!

Introducing to the world--Princess Coco, aka Shoko!

It's been one of those days. It was a fast--bed. Got a full day's work in by 1:30--good. We got lost on the way to the pet shelter--bad. Found out what the mistake was in the directions--good. Got into a car accident 200 meters from the shelter--mucho bad. (Two lanes of traffic stopped politely to let us make a left. The jerk who was passing everyone on the right didn't stop until our bumper stopped him.)

Found a kitten--good. Turned out it had fungii--bad. Found another kitten--good. It had a bum leg--bad. Found a third kitten--good. It's other leg wasn't good--bad. Finally just straight out asked: "Do you have any healthy cats?" They showed me adult cats--not what we wanted. Then they showed us a black furball who was asleep. "She's just been spayed." Excellent, since for religious reasons we can't spay her, but if she's already fixed... But (and there's always a but, isn't there?) she hasn't had her rabies shot, and they don't want to give her one the same day she's been fixed. So we had them put our name on her card and on Thursday we're going back to get her.

Tomorrow it's off the the insurance adjusters. Non-stop fun, that's my life!

Funniest thing I've heard all week: On Radio Kol Chai, "The Ketchup Song" in Yiddish.
"Ay, ay, ay, mit a bissle krechtzin, oy, oy, oy, oy, oy..."

My first yarn! Spun from white wool on a student spindle, both from Countrywool.

And my latest fiber purchase--soy silk from Spinners Notebook. It's much prettier than this, but I it's shiny as real silk, and I hadn't counted on that.

A picture of Princey



Sunday we're going down to Tnu L'chayot L'chyot, one of the animal shelters, and we'll get ourselves a new furball. We'll keep him inside until they're finished killing the local cats,though.

At least I found out this wasn't another one of the Regional Council's dirty tricks. A cat bit a neighbor and then turned up dead of rabies under his house and the neighbor's in the hospital. That family has no luck--it was his sister's Sheva Brachot guests the terrorist wounded back in the early fall.

Today the local vet came around (after two years when you could never find him on his appointed days, so no pet could get vaccinated) and claimed he found a cat dead of rabies. They took all the local pets off to be killed, including our Princey. Interestingly enough, no attempt seems to have been made to catch any of the stray cats around. Soph and I smell a rat here, but that won't do our poor cat any good anymore.

I missed him so much tonight as I lowered the window shade and for the first time in years didn't have to chase him off the ledge. And when, after dinner, I threw out the scraps instead of going to the door and calling "here cat." B tried to tell them what had happened over the phone, since they gave us all of two hours' notice, but he used euphemisms and both P and A thought he was just going to sleep; they didn't realize he'd be murdered.

They made me catch Princey for them. 3 times. Really sounds like they were worried about rabies, doesn't it? One day I'd like to learn the real story behind this and who was behind this.

Goodbye, Princey Charming. You were a good cat.

Oh, wow--it's been months since I posted. If I can start doing this on a regular basis, I'll publish the URL. Otherwise, it'll be writing into the wind.

Last night we had a Chanukah party at Aunt Rae and Uncle Arnold's new apartment. I kept waiting for all their glass and ceremaics to go crashing, but as of when I left at 10-ish, only the ceramic lion table got chipped--NOT BY MY KIDS!!! Of course I didn't take pictures--just because I finally got batteries for the digital camera doesn't mean I have to use it....

S is still waiting to hear from high schools--a little waiting is good to pull her down a notch. Too bad she needs to come down two.

A's turning into a teen ager. Now if I could only get her to stop picking her zits.