We here at Caturday would like to express our sincerest disgust for the fact that it is all of the sudden freaking JULY. When did this happen? Where did June go? And, hell, May for that matter? The last thing I remember I was getting ready for finals. Then I blacked out and woke up in Charlotte… in July… and Ralph looks like this:
Good thing Weaz is here to hold down the fort and get me through my classes.
[That is honest to God what my stats professor sounds like to me. Gibberish, I tell you.]
Good thing Weaz got this.
SO… something very important. Remember all those times (ok that one time) I told you Ralphie looks like Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon? Well, I have more evidence.
AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. I can’t even stand it. Cackling away in my bed. HAHAHA.
I really shouldn’t make fun of Ralph. Really. Time for serious time on Caturday… Poor Ralphus has been seriously stressed out since the move. Stressed out to the point that she’s taken to gnawing on her right paw until it bleeds. I don’t know what to do with her but she seems to be calming down over time.
Because Ralph was a rescue (you can read about that whole story–and see baby Weaz pictures!–here), I am hyper aware of her stress level. She was a mangy, pregnant mess when I found her but she did still have a collar on, which tells us she belonged to someone at one time… which tells me she’s always a little bit terrified of getting dumped again. Needless to say, cat carriers, car trips, vet trips and moves do not bring the little nugget joy. She’ll be fine but I hate causing her any sort of distress. I think she needs a cat therapist.
Anybody else have a severely neurotic pet you can tell me about to make me feel like less of a pet owner failure?
Oh, and Weaz’s mental state since we moved? She probably doesn’t know we moved. Not the quickest one, that Weaz. She was the runt after all.