Well, it turns out I underestimated Pickle's hatred of cats. Not only was she hissing to herself about Oreo, she also was puking and pissing on the floor. BAD KITTY! So, Oreo has went back to his original foster mother. I can handle a foster cat, but I can't handle a cat who can't handle the foster cat. Boo. I feel bad for having to return him, but at least I tried. Most people don't. I'm gonna pursue volunteering at the animal shelter.
Still no word from horse barn lady :( I'd be a good paying customer, dammit!
Still shopping for a dog, I just got a hit on my craigslist want ad about a 7 month old female. I'm going to look into it. Pickle can get over a dog! I'll lock her ass upstairs if I have to.
Oh, I joined a book club a couple months ago. We've read Rebecca and Catch Me If You Can (my pick) so far. We watch the movies as we go along, and I'm hosting this time. I'm thinking of making a Mexican dish to munch on.
That is all.
i can't believe you cat is so breedist! Not liking other cats. I think you should teach her some diversity.
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