Today was one of those exceptionally fun days that only suburbia can bring.
First was a trip to the docs for my yearly checkup. The scale said I was 117 pounds. While that may sound lovely to many people I’m only 5′2″ and entirely not tall enough to weigh in at 117.
Had to skip the cholesterol test. Doctor says the whole milk venti latte I was drinking would skew the numbers off the charts.
My back’s been sore feeling like it’s been snapped in two the last couple of months. Way down low and only in the morning. After about 10 minutes it’s fine again. Doc says too much time at the computer. Need to move more, sit less. ( apparently I need to eat less also )
So I come home to find poor Fred being attacked by a crazed grey cat. I grab Fred, deposit him in the house. I give the grey cat a bit of water from the garden hose to let him know not to mess with Fred. I then dropped the garden hose which landed on the lever and soaked myself.
Sigh.
I replenished the pantry today but left off ice cream, whole milk yogurt with fruit, cookies and all the other good things, replacing them instead with hamster and rabbit food. 108 here I come, and better yet would be 106.
I let Fred back out and damned if that deranged grey cat didn’t reappear, chase Fred into the neighbor’s yard and corner my poor cowering baby. I would ‘ve left them to sort things out, but I saw him attack Fred even while Fred was cowering.
So over to the neighbor’s to rescue Fred. The grey cat came after me, and he has two huge wounds on his shoulders.
Called local pd to tell them rabid appearing cat in yard. They say call animal control.
Almost 2 hours later animal control appears. ( Long after any reasonable chance the cat would still be here ) No cat she says, gotta go, see ya, call if he comes back. She thinks grey cat is just wounded, hurt and it is making the cat mean. She did not see that killer cat howling at my back door trying to get at Fred.
Am sure killer will be back as soon as my poor baby goes out. So the cats are grounded for a few days and more than a little bitchy about the whole thing. The squirrels are having a field day - didn’t take them long to figure out cats are grounded.
In other news doc says he can’t use brake on his roller blades either, he just turns when he wants to stop. I’ll remind of of this when I’m at his office being put back together after a skating adventure. Skates are coming back out of the closet as soon as the rain lets up. Plastic surgery here I come.
