It kinda freaked me out. So I got done with my work, and on the way home I gave the ex a call to tell her about this weird thing. She said that she had heard there was a hail shower this morning-people were coming into work talking about it. She lives in Liberty-about 100 or so miles to the west of Pawling. Now I've heard a lot of hugger-muggery, puggery and thuggery and buggery about climate change; It supposedly doesn't exist, according to some. Now I must have imagined running around Brooklyn in shirtsleeves a couple of weeks ago, or today's snow to thunderstorm evolution, or the times I've been running around in 70 degree weather in Manhattan-in January. Or something, whatever.
Speaking of cats, I got to see my old pal Spot the other day. He's actually attached to my son Nathan; but he and I have always liked each other, and even though I see him infrequently, he always remembers me-he doesn't run off and appreciates a pat and being picked up and paid attention to.
He's had a rough go of it of late: He's gotten some sort of nasty upper respiratory infection that's been lingering for a couple of months. For a while, I was worried that he was going to succumb to it, he looked really, really bad. But the last time I was up he looked a great deal better. His fur is smooth(though his tail is a wreck), he's eating, and of course, he was happy to see me and wanting attention.
He's still got sinus, and he looks like he has a little balloon stuck on the end of his neck with a cat face painted on it. Poor little guy. Not like he's suffering, since he seems in good spirits and all, but just the same. I told the ex to see if he can get a steroid shot.
Meanwhile, with my lot, someone in my crew(I suspect Corey or Jasper), does some funny stuff w/the litter box. If the box is not clean enough for his liking, he'll scoop out some clean litter onto the bathroom floor and drop a deuce on that. Today, I came home, and found that someone had left something in the scoop that I clean the box with. Guess they thought they'd cut out the middleman.
